Moment of Glory (Kinn x Porsche) (KinnPorsche)

Chapter 5: Delicate Breeze

The silence was unbearable.

The sounds of forks and knives clanking on plates that were decorated with apples and oranges, Kinn finally broke the hushedness, "Sir. We're here and we might not be your first choice, but we hope you're willing to give us a chance."

Rhett set down his fork after popping a piece of chicken into his mouth, swallowed, elbows on the table to lean forward. He had been processing the story of his original candidate, Thaksin Sitwat, and his untimely end in a gang turf war in Thailand. Kinn picked up the tab as a family favor to Thaksin's father, Porsche was Kinn's back-up support, both fully committed to do what needed to be done to get the bid to be Rhett's named heirs. "I don't see why I should."

"We came even though we thought you'd be upset. We can follow your rules that you set for the week and if not, we'll go right back home. Apologetic for wasting your time."

The elder man looked to Porsche who said nothing, "Porsche?"

"He's right. Thaksin fought in my bar and wrecked everything. A gang that frequents my bar wanted to help, killed him, and ...we're here as a favor to Thaksin's father," Clapping his hands together, Porsche gave a small bow of respect, "Please give us an opportunity." Obviously tweaked some spots and redacted that Kinn was the gang member, he figured it didn't have to be that deep. He glanced at Kinn who returned it lightly, both waiting for the decision.

The Texan billionaire scooped up the final spoonful of mashed potatoes, let the two stew in his quietness, and hummed. "Fine. You can stay. I'll give you the same trial that I gave to the other two that came before you. If you fail, then you go home immediately as they did, empty handed. Understand?"

"We understand!" The joined chorus made him smirk. Gathering to his feet, Rhett watched the younger men get to their feet and he waved his hands to them, "Finish eating. I need to go to bed early. Don't get old, boys." He shouted into the other room, "Gina!" The maid shuffled in quickly, waving to Kinn and Porsche as she did.

"Sir?"

"Give them the list. I'm going to sleep. Wake me if they change their minds."

Gina just put down a printed itinerary in front of Kinn and one in front of Porsche. She stood back to allow them a moment to read it, owlish eyes, and she smiled. She knew Thai from years of being in Rhett's employment the language, mastered it, and a hum escaped her lips, "Khun Kinn. I'll have some clothing sent to your room."

"Huh? Me?" Kinn pointed to his chest.

She nodded her head, "You are wearing Dior, Khun. That doesn't work for the field and the horse management. It's not practical and you might get upset ruining such a nice brand with manure and dirt?"

Kinn blanched at the comment of manure and Porsche just snorted. He saw the list and even though he didn't have experience of it, he had life practice about being poor and doing what he had to. He nodded, "The plainest the better, Gina."

*~*~*~*

"You've got this Kinn! Put your back into it!"

"Porsche I will open the horse pen and let them run you over!"

"That's one way to get us kicked out of here! What happened to the truce?"

"I'm regretting it since you're sitting there like a smug asshole!" Kinn shouted from his place on the floor where he had sat down to catch his breath a moment.

The morning had come and gone – the sound of a rooster crowing loudly roused him from his stupor. He reached for the gun underneath his pillow and found that he didn't have it. A slight panic, sat up, and already agitated. Shuffled to the door and the memory of where he was, who he was with, and why flooded back, and he groaned when he saw Porsche equally tired hanging off the door frame in the room across from him.