The Bound Collision

Chapter 30

By the time we stepped into the grand entry hall of Prasert Rattanakosin's estate, the weight of the impending meeting hung over us like a storm cloud. The property was as imposing as the man himself—opulent and intimidating, with high ceilings and intricate detailing that spoke of old money and power. I couldn't help but feel a slight tension in my chest as we walked further inside, the polished marble floors echoing under our feet.

Mr. Rattanakosin was already waiting for us in what seemed to be his private study, a large room adorned with rich mahogany furniture and the subtle scent of expensive cigars lingering in the air. He was seated behind an imposing desk, his fingers interlaced, a knowing smile playing on his lips as we approached. His eyes first fell on Gemini, and I noticed the familiarity in his gaze, a sense of recognition.

"Gemini," Prasert greeted, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge that spoke of authority. "It's been too long. I wasn't expecting to see you again, especially not in such company."

Gemini gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable. "Mr. Rattanakosin," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "We're here on business."

"Of course, of course," Prasert replied, waving a hand dismissively. "But let's not rush. It's rare that I have such distinguished guests." His gaze finally settled on me, and the smile on his face grew slightly wider. "And you must be Fourth Nattawat Jirochtikul. Your family's reputation precedes you."

I didn't let his words rattle me. Instead, I met his gaze with a calm, unwavering stare. "I'm sure it does," I replied, my tone cool. "But we're not here to discuss reputations."

Prasert chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "Straight to the point, I see. Very well, then. What can I do for you, gentlemen?"

"We need information on 'The Ghost,'" I said, cutting to the chase. There was no point in dancing around the subject. "We've been following leads, but we've hit a wall. We were told you might be able to help us."

Prasert's expression didn't change, but I could see the flicker of recognition in his eyes at the mention of 'The Ghost.' "That's a dangerous name to be throwing around," he said after a moment, his tone serious. "And the information you seek is not something that comes easily—or cheaply."

"We're aware of that," I replied, maintaining my composure. "But we're prepared to offer something in return. Name your price."

Prasert's gaze flicked back to Gemini, and there was something almost calculating in his eyes. "It's interesting," he mused, his tone casual, "that Gemini should bring you here. He's well-acquainted with my operations. In fact, he worked for me for over a year, didn't you, Gemini?"

The statement hit me like a punch to the gut, but I didn't let it show on my face. I glanced at Gemini, who remained stoic, his eyes fixed on Prasert. There was something unsettling about how easily Prasert spoke of Gemini's past, something that didn't sit right with me.

"You never mentioned that," I said, my voice tighter than I intended.

"It wasn't relevant," Gemini replied, his tone clipped.

Wasn't relevant?

What else is he not telling me cause it's not "relevant"?

Prasert watched us with a predatory interest, as if he was enjoying the subtle shift in the room's dynamics. "Gemini was a valuable asset to me," he continued, clearly taking pleasure in revealing this information. "Smart, efficient, and very good at what he did. It's no wonder you've kept him close, Mr. Jirochtikul."

I didn't respond, my mind racing to process this new piece of information. The idea of Gemini working for someone like Prasert didn't sit well with me, especially given the man's obvious delight in driving a wedge between us. I had to remind myself to stay focused—we were here for information, not to get drawn into Prasert's mind games.