My Bet with my colleague - Page 26

wannaGoBatam · #**376** 23-12-2014, 08:47 PM

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ilikeoldchangke · #**378** 23-12-2014, 10:08 PM

Just before the day ended, Joan’s phone rang.

It was still plugged in at my desk and I could see it was Thomas.

I passed the phone to her and although she answered the call, she was strangely silent throughout most of the conversation.

I only heard , ‘ ok ‘ ‘ erm’ ‘ yah’ , ‘we’ll see’, ‘I’ll think about it’

She did not update me on what was discussed over the 15 minute phone call and I did not ask.

I offered to send Joan back that day after work but she said she wanted to meet her parents for dinner and she wanted some time alone

8.30pm

I got home just in time to see my brother come out of the shower. I asked if he was free on Monday and he said he’s got some lectures in the afternoon.

I just nodded and did not reply him when he asked me what I wanted.

After a quick shower, I dug out the old files I had compiled and kept when I first started snooping about Thomas.

I was still pissed about that bitch but I realised I had almost nothing to work with.

I don’t even know her name.

I fell asleep thinking about what I was going to do to her for hurting Joan.

1st March 2013

Friday

Joan was her usual cheery self that day and a couple of colleagues came over to ask me about her when I was in the pantry.

It seems the rumour mill had been churning out weird variations of what happened.

From Joan threatening Thomas’ new girl to Joan dumping Thomas because he cheated. The best version in my opinion was from Junwei although I knew it was a joke.

He said that the PRC girl was upset because Joan dumped her.

We were all busy that day, and I hardly had a chance to talk to Joan.

I took the opportunity when Joan was out for a meeting to submit a leave application for the following Monday.

I received a notification at 5.30pm that my leave had been approved by Mr Chan.

I did not tell Joan about my leave.

7.00pm

I could see my family member’s eyes drifting to Joan’s injured hand but Joan was quick to say she was clumsy when she tried to cook some noodles a couple of days back.

I could see Jasper giving me a doubtful and suspicious look but I ignored him.

After dinner, Joan and I settled down for fruits and TV with the family before I sent her back at 10.00pm

She did not feel like staying over that day.

11.00pm

I reached the 24 hour shopping centre in little india and I got myself a shopping basket.

I bought a set of children’s walkie talkie toy. It says the range is about 50m although i’m a little doubtful.

You can really find everything in that shopping centre and I added a belt hole puncher to my shopping basket.

A tube of hair dye, few bottles of Vaseline and some decorative coloured sand were dropped into the basket as well.

I took about 6 superglues, gloves and a normal black cap.

I caught the last train home and saw my brother having a beer and flipping through some books.

He saw the bags of stuff I had but I went into my room before he could ask me anything.

3rd March 2013

Saturday

I had dinner with Joan and her parents at Serangoon garden. I overhead that they had already finalised a meeting with Thomas.

I pretended to be engrossed in my stingray and let them continue with their conversation.

Joan’s mum was a little disappointed that Joan wanted to just sell Thomas the business without putting up a fight but she said it was her choice.

They did not seek or ask my opinions about the decision, after all I’m considered a outsider.

Right when we were tucking in dessert, Joan’s parents casually asked if I knew how to cook. I just said I’m ok with simple dishes. Joan beamed and tried to show off to her mum that I can make pretty good pasta.

Joan’s dad immediately rebutted her that she should be the one that learns how to cook.

Joan’s dad : You have a giant industrial kitchen in the factory, you should go and learn something. So many good cooks there. If you can pick up 5%, good enough already.

That led Joan’s mum to add that Joan had never stepped into the office for the longest time, the least she could do was to head down and say hi to some of the employees.

Joan threw up her hands in mock surrender and said she’ll head down the next day if they drive her down.

I almost choked on my dessert when I heard Joan asked her parents if I could stay over at their place that evening without first consulting me.

Her dad simply replied,

Joan’s dad : Join us at the factory tomorrow morning too.

I smiled and nodded politely and Joan gave me a playful pinch on my thigh.

When her parents were not within earshot, I asked Joan

James : What if we bump into Thomas ?

She waved me off, adding that Thomas only shows up on payday.

Joan : You’ll win the lottery before you see in working on a weekend.

4th March 2013

Sunday

Nothing happened at Joan’s place.

Instead of asking Joan to sleep with the door open, her parents decided to sleep with their door open.

8.00am

We took a short drive to the central kitchen and I could smell the delicious food being prepared the moment we got out of the car.

Hygiene was strictly observed and we wore mask even though we’re only passing through the far end of the kitchen where the frozen food were stored en route to the office.

The office is small, probably about the size of a HDB living room with a few tables and filing cabinets.

Joan was talking to her parents and I helped myself to the copy of newspaper on the round table which I assumed doubled up as the meeting desk.

Joan’s mum had called to one of her staff to bring us protective gears and boots so we could tour the cooking area.

8.15am

The staff came with only 2 pairs of boots, and aprons. Joan went on ahead with her mum while I stayed behind reading the news.

Joan’s dad joined me and we were both leaning back on the chair, papers covering our face.

I quickly looked around the office, trying to find any out if there were any information I can get about the PRC girl.

There was the giant white board, with names and work schedules scribbled in a mix of English and mandarin.

There were names, many names. I tried to single out which one was hers but it was impossible.

Most of the names on the board were all alias.

Ah meng, Ah yen, Auntie Choo, Ah sun, even a Ah neh and Ah bang.

The cabinets did not seem like they were locked but I can’t exactly rummage through them.

I saw a plague with Thomas name on 1 of the table and I was tempted to head over.

I needed a reason.

A good plausible reason.

I looked around the office again and I noticed Thomas’s desk was the only one with a box of tissues.

I lowered my papers to make sure Joan’s dad was still engrossed in his. His papers were held high, at eye level. Even when he flips, he kept the papers upright.

I decided to take a gamble and I tickled my nose with the edge of the papers.

The smell of the chemical from the print and the tease of the paper edges gave me what I wanted in no time.

James : Ahhh CHhhozz….ah choozz..

I lowered my papers to see Joan’s dad peering over the side of his.

Joan’s Dad : You ok ?

I nodded and I just stood up naturally as if I was looking for something.

I walked over and reached for a couple of tissues at Thomas’ desk and I saw Joan’s dad lifted the papers up again.

I blew my nose a couple of times, keeping my eyes on Joan’s dad.

My heart was racing.

I felt like peeing as I calculated the risk in my head.

There were so many things on Thomas’ table, but if Joan’s dad were to catch me snooping around, I would not have a good reason to explain myself off.

I took a quick look to check out Thomas’ table.

Files, folders and yes. A picture.

A picture of him and the girl. It was taken by someone else as they were by the side of his car.

A Nissan.

Carplate. I remembered the carplate.

ilikeoldchangke · #**379** 23-12-2014, 10:09 PM

I was about to take a closer look when I heard the ruffling sound of papers flipping.

I quickly reeled around and pulled a couple more napkins and dabbed at my nose.

The papers were still blocking Joan’s dad and I quickly stole another glance at the desk.

I lifted up some papers, it was nothing but purchase order and invoices.

I could feel beads of perspirations build up on my forehead.

I heard the flipping ruffle of the papers and I quickly stopped and walked back to my seat just in time to see the papers being put down.

I barely sat down when I saw the papers went back up, he just started on a different section.

I bunched up the used tissues and walked over to the bin near the door.

That was when I spied the time cards and the clock beside the door.

The time cards were neatly arranged and the names of the employees were printed no only on the cards, it was printed on the metal racks that held them.

Each slot was like a mini pigeon hole, the slit size is probably about the length of a A4 sheet. Some of the slots had envelopes and letter stuffed into them too and I noticed it was addressed to the same employee that owed that slot.

I heard the ruffle of the papers and I dropped the balls of used tissue into the bin and pretended to walk back.

I checked to make sure the papers were up and I quickly doubled back to the rack.
My heart was slamming against my ribcage and I quickly ran down the list of names.

Every slot was filled except 2.

One was for Shen Yan Ting, the other for Halim.

There was no timecard for that 2 employee.

I heard the paper sound again and I quickly bent down and got onto my knees just in time to see Joan’s dad stand up.

I pretended to tie my laces and I calmed myself down.

Heading back to my seat, I held up the life section of the papers to block what I was doing, I did a google search of the name Shen Yan ting.

It yielded quite a few results but I could not find any pictures to link the name to the PRC girl.

I mentally filed away the information.

10.30am

We left the factory and I excused myself to the bathroom while waiting for breakfast to be served at the prate joint in Jalan Kayu.

I dialled the number of the office and after 2 tries, it was answered by a employee.

James : Hi, can I speak to Shen Yan Ting ?

Employee : She is no longer with the company. Who’s that on the line.

I had my reasons ready and I wanted to confirm the information I had was accurate.

James : I’m from the visa agency, I helping her to do her visa application. Is there anyway I can contact her ?

Employee : I don’t know. You wait.

I was put on hold for a while before the phone got picked up by another employee.

The person spoke in mainland Chinese and asked me what I wanted.

Employee 2 : 你哪位？( who is this )

James : 我是代申请签证公司的。之前燕婷填了些表格。你有办法联系到她吗？ ( I’m from the agency what helps to submit visa application, Yanting filled in some forms previously, is there anyway I can contact her ？)

Employee 2 : 哦。燕婷不在这干了。。表格没联系方式吗？( she no longer works here, is there no contact number on the form ？ )

James: 哦。我试过了。联系不上，你能给我他手机吗？ ( I tried, can’t get her )

Employee 2 : xxxx1715

James : 哦，难怪。表格上写成 xxxx1515. ( Oh , the form is written as xxxx1515 )

James : 好。谢了。怎么样称呼你呢？ ( Thank you, how do I address you ? )

I spent another 5 minutes on the phone and found out the employee was called Ah yen and I told her to consider my company when doing her visa application in the future.

Ah yen is still sharing a flat with Yanting together with a few other housemates, and I offered to give them a good rate for any visa related applications if she introduce them to me.

I even bragged that we have a good success rate with the applications.

Right before I hung up, I asked her if I could confirm the address with her since Yanting’s handwriting is not clear and she gave me her home address without second thought.

I hung up after thanking her, I chuckled when I realised I did not even tell her the company I was supposedly from.

I keyed Yanting’s number and address into my phone the moment I hang up.

I immediately went to wasapp and tried my luck.

Bingo.

The profile picture of that bitch showed up the moment I added her to the contact list.

I went back and enjoyed my Sunday breakfast with Joan and her family.

9.30pm

I contacted the same brother which sold me the phone card some time back and asked if I could get another one.

He replied that he can meet me at 11pm that evening.

10.30 pm

Jasper saw me getting dressed at 10.30pm that evening and asked what was I up to.

James : Mind you own business la.

I loitered a couple blocks away from my place and waited at the agreed carpark.

11pm

The same brother arrived with a card for me and I paid him before thanking him for the trouble.

I got back into my room and laid out everything, packing them into separate compartments in a old black haversack of mine.

I did extensive social media search of Yan ting and I found several pictures of her on Linkedin and on weibo.

My room door opened suddenly and Jasper came in.

I quickly minimised the windows but it was too late, he saw Yanting’s picture.

Jasper : Wah Knn… you 2 timing Joan ah ?

James : Fuck you la. What you want ?

He returned me a brand new box of condoms.

Jasper : Nah. Return you.

He was about to make another stupid comment when he saw the look I had on my face, I was not in the mood for silly jokes and he caught onto that before he blurted something stupid.

No one knows me better than Jasper, after all, we’re brothers our whole life.

He helped himself to the mouse and brought up the pictures again.

Jasper : Who is she ?

I closed everything and shut down the computer.

James : She’s the reason Joan’s hurt.

Jasper nodded and left my room, not before adding that if I needed help, he’s up for it.

Jasper : I can skip a few lectures…..What are brothers for ? Let me know.

I text Jasper if he’s up for a bit for fun the next morning.

Jasper sms : Why not ?

4th March 2013

7am

I left home early with Jasper and reached the coffee shop in Serangoon north which gives me a view of the unit which Yanting stayed base on my research on google maps.

It’s amazing how much information you can get with streetview.

I ordered breakfast for both of us, chose a suitable seat and settled down.

The coffee shop faces the common corridor of that block of 3 room flats and from where I sat, I have a good view of the residents leaving their units for work.

ilikeoldchangke · #**380** 23-12-2014, 10:10 PM

I saw at least 4 person leaving the target unit on the 3rd floor but they were all casually dressed and none of them looked like that PRC bitch.

It was a torture to wait in the coffee shop and I took the time to fill Jasper in on the situation.

From Thomas hitting Joan till that very incident with Yanting.

10am

I saw a familiar car pass us by on the road and headed into the carpark and I immediately told Jasper to confirm the car plate.

He came back a while later and I verified it was the same one I saw in the picture.

Thomas.

10.10am

Thomas was on the phone and we watched him step into the lift and head up to the 3rd storey.

The door opened and he went in.

He was wearing all black that day and Jasper commented that he looked like an Ox.

Jasper : Wah… so tua jiak and so tan ? Black Ox.

I passed Jasper a walkie talkie and I asked him to keep an eye on the unit.

James : Let me know if they come out.

I was going to snoop around the car.

I walked 10 steps away and I tested the device.

James : Testing.. testing… can hear bo Jasper.. ?

Jasper : Knn… don’t say name la… this kind of frequency every Tom, dick harry can access.

James : Okok ……Just Call me J Lor.

I literally meant the letter ‘J’ and the ‘lor’ was just my singlish but I did not expect Jasper to take it so seriously.

Jasper : You don’t have J Lo figure la…. But good call sign.…. Call me ‘J lo 12’ ,.. you can be ‘J lo 11’

James : You siao ah.. you miss your in camp si bo.

Jasper : enemy call sign is simi ?

James : I don’t care la.. you can call him chee bye for all I care.

Jasper : Aiyah.. go la.. go la… don’t waste time.

I went over to the carpark. It was a good 50 m or so from the coffee shop.

I peeped into the car and I could make out some bags and documents.

Jasper decided to comms me at that moment.

Jasper : J lor, J lor…. Oei J lor…

James : Knn la. Simi ? I already very kan Cheong already.. I hear you until I also feel like ‘zhao lor’

Jasper : If I see them heading down how ?

James : Warn me la !....

I put the walkie talkie aside and I searched in my haversack for something I could use.

I don’t think I could achieve much within such short time but even if it’s a prank on Thomas’ car, it’s better than nothing.

I was about to superglue the wipers to the windscreen when I heard some broken messages from the walkie talkie.

It was just broken and all I could make out was ;

Buzz… buzz…down… coming…. Buzz… I think… so… buzz.

James : Repeat last message.

Jasper : buzz… buzz…… I …. Think…. Buzz…see…

James : I can’t hear…. Repeat. Speak slowly la…

Jasper : buzz.. buzz… ahhhh. Buzz…

I put the talkie aside and I got down on my knees to uncap the glue.

Right when I got down, I could hear footsteps and voices heading towards me.

I looked under the car and I saw 2 pair of legs heading towards my direction.
One in heels, one in shoes.

I panicked.

Before I could react, the 2 person split, heading to each side of the car.

I was fucked.

There was no way for me to get out without being seen.

Right when I was about to make a dash for it, I heard this loud commotion.

Crash !... arhhhrghgh….

I could hear Yanting’s scream.

I did not wait but immediately made a dash across the carpark to the neighbouring block.

I ran up a flight of steps before I peeped down at the commotion below.

I looked down to see a recycle bin

Yes, those yellow coloured bins with wheels, it was resting at the rear or Thomas’ car.

And for Thomas, he must have taken a bump of the recycling bin and was down on his hands and knees cursing away.

Yanting rushed over to his side.

I looked around, trying to find Jasper.

He must have pushed the bin towards the car.

James : Jasper !... Jasper !.... where are you ?

James : Jasper !... are you ok ?

I was getting a little worried as I watched Thomas and Yanting try to shit the bin.

It must be pretty full, they’re having some trouble pushing it away.

I was about to call Jasper on his phone when my walkie talkie rang.

I could hear Jasper panting in the background but he still manage to say it.

Jasper : J lo 12 to J lo 11……… we have a black ox down…. Black ox down