A.L.I.C.E Part I
On the 35th floor of the Pride Trading Corporation building, inside the executive office by the end of the hallway. On the expensive wooden door, there was a white sign with letters written clearly saying, “Mawin Silpitakkul Consultant.”
It was 9 in the morning, and it was strange to see an executive being at the office this early. But it was normal for Mawin. He usually came to his office around this time. It could be that he wanted to be a good role model for his subordinates, or maybe he was just tired of hearing his beloved wife's complaints about how he liked checking out the director’s secretary’s butt, which he had no idea who would have told on him about this to her.
Anyway, today, Mawin came to work early and was available at his base already. His desk did not have any paperwork this morning, yet. So, there was only a cup of coffee with hot steam floating up and a new magazine he just bought today.