Tin is back in Thailand to resume being the Medthanan heir. He is finally ready to deal with all of his past misdeeds, including the mess with Pete Pichaya and his boyfriend, Ae. He now has the skills to fight his brother, Tul, for the family compan...
Dinner with Tul was sort of a success. Pha made it fun for Tin. He was just a boy, laughing and being loud. There was no more of the excessive politeness, strict manners and somber moods that made dinners at the mansion, hell.
"You've done a good job, Tul, letting him be a boy." Tin settled back with a cup of tea, nodding thanks to the maid.
"I can't take credit. It's all Nanny. I just let her do her job. Also, he attends a public school now, not the private school that bitch insisted on." Tul also wrapped his hands around his teacup. "You're not here for dinner. What do you want, Tin?"
"Two things, Tul. It's time for you to come to work."
Tul nodded. "I think I'm ready. And the second?"
"How important is this Gonhin to you?"
Tul's teacup rattled as he set it in the saucer. "How do you know about him?"
"It's not exactly a secret. What was a secret was your relationship, except you told me that night, drunk." Tin paused, "I think, what I'm asking, is are you stable enough that you can confront him and still work? Work has to be your priority. I need you."
Tul lifted shocked eyes. "No one's ever said they need me."
"Get your fucking head out of your ass! Vadee needed you, your son needed you. Hell, even I needed you, but you were too caught up with playing your evil games to see it. We shouldn't have to say it, Tul. You just know when you're needed."
Tin glared at him. "So now you heard it. I do need you. I won't tell you a fucking thing if it screws everything you've worked for the past three months. You decide and let me know." He stood. "And be at work on Monday morning. 8 a.m. sharp. Also, hire a butler. You are too used to having one, and that poor maid is so embarrassed helping you dress."
Tul flushed. "It's not like I have any interest in her, you know."
"I know, she doesn't. Get a fucking butler."
Tin left, feeling satisfied about how dinner went. Now, it was a waiting game.
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Two days. That's all Tin had to wait. Two days. Tul called him and said, "You see him first. If he's changed, then I will go. I know what he did to me."
"That fucking coward!" Tin threw the first object his hands found on his desk. It was the photograph of Can. It flew into the shatterproof window and the frame flew apart, the glass sparkled in the luxurious carpet. "God damn fucking coward!"
Tin, in his early days at the company, had many outbursts. Since his father's incarceration, had none. The assistant, on the other side of the door had a debate with himself. Instead of going in himself, called the lawyers. Mint and the elderly lawyer had a debate.
The elderly lawyer won. Knocking gently on the door, he then just entered. "Sir, you can't have these temper tantrums anymore. You can't scare your staff."
