After a major betrayal and heartbreak, the heir of the largest business empire in Thailand had to make a split-second decision to save the empire from crumbling. His situation led him to a young boy desperate to save his family. What was apparently...
'Did you know there are wormholes through which we could teleport through space and time?' Kinn murmured with his eyes glued to the racing tracks.
Everyone gaped at him in confusion. Pete was staring at his boss incredulously and as he gasped in astonishment 'Huh?'
'Even jump between different dimensions or universe's if you go fast enough.' Kinn continued as a matter of fact.
His subordinates looked at one another not knowing what to answer. Macao's jaw was literally rolling on the floor as he stared at his eldest brother open mouthed. Never in a million light years he expected Kinn to make such a sci-fi reference.
'I thought those were blackholes.' Tay spoke in an amused voice.
'You can't travel through blackholes, the force will suck everything inside and the dark matter would never let anything out. While wormholes are like portals in space time continuum'
'Ahh, Mr. Skywalker so that's how they work. I always wondered.' Tay grinned, humour clearly resounded in his voice.
Kinn snapped his head towards his friend who was laughing silently. He hadn't heard this nickname since college.
'Porsche is rubbing off on you Kinn. Never thought I would have a conversation on sci-fi or theoretical physics for that matter with Mr Iceface.'
'Hey! Did you forget I have a degree in Bioengineering from Stanford.' Kinn frowned.
'Harvard made you forget all that a long time ago and drilled business into your brain.'
Kinn was going to protest but that was drowned by the humongous cheer that resounded through the benches as Porsche overtook Vegas and Kinn snapped back in the race, he was cheering the loudest with Tay whistling while jumping.
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Porsche had been practising for just a couple of hours, but watching him already felt like he never stopped racing. He was a natural as if he was born to race. He tried a few of Vegas's racing bikes before choosing this BMW model. It din't look as stylish as the newer Ducati or Harley's but it just clicked with Porsche. It's as if the bike listened to Porsche and turned at his will rather than his wrist movements. Every time Porsche lagged a few seconds behind Vegas, even though the onlookers thought Vegas was better, only Vegas understood the opposite. Porsche was taking his sweet time to know the bike, to try different manoeuvres, to adapt his skills and tune into the bikes strengths all the while studying Vegas closely. So after two hours when Porsche overtook Vegas, the later understood the Phoenix was back in his full form. As Vegas screeched to a halt Porsche dismounted his bike and ran to him and hugged him. Vegas hugged him back gently.
'Thank you Hia for letting me train. You are amazing.'
'Oh come on buddy I am pretty sure I am yet to see Phoenix's inferno.'
Porsche widened his eyes, 'You know about that!'
'I am a fan. Remember.' Vegas answered laughing.
Porsche had his signature manoeuvre, his fans called it inferno, it was like he was actually setting the track on fire.
