Khao struggled to focus on the schedule discussion, his mind wandering to Podd and the guilt gnawing at him.
As lunch concluded, First leaned back in his chair.
"Khao, I have a dinner meeting tonight. I'd like you to accompany me," First said, his eyes locked onto Khao's.
Khao's anxiety spiked.
"Dinner meeting?" Khao repeated.
"Yes, with potential investors. Your presence will...facilitate the discussion," First explained.
Khao sensed an ulterior motive.
"What's the dress code?" Khao asked.
"Formal. I'll have P'Earth provide you with suitable attire," First replied.
Khao nodded, feeling trapped.
As the day passed, Khao's unease grew. What did First expect from him tonight?
During dinner preparations, Earth handed Khao a tailored tuxedo.
"First's instructions," Earth said with a knowing smile.
Khao's heart sank.
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Khao adjusted his tie, feeling suffocated by the tailored tuxedo. Earth had assured him it was perfect, but Khao's insecurities lingered.
As they arrived at the luxurious hotel, Khao's eyes widened at the grand chandeliers and marble floors.
"Welcome to the Bangkok Elite Club," First said, leading Khao into the opulent ballroom.
The room buzzed with conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and laughter. Khao felt like an imposter.
"Relax, Khao," First whispered, his breath tickling Khao's ear. "You're my plus-one tonight."
Khao's heart skipped a beat.
As they mingled, First introduced Khao with pride.
"Everyone, this is Khao, my new personal assistant. He's been invaluable to me already."
Khao forced a smile, shaking hands with strangers.
"Khao, this is Mr. and Mrs. Tanachatiwat, investors in my latest venture," First said.
Khao's mind reeled, trying to keep names and faces straight.
"Nice to meet you," Khao stammered.
Mrs. Tanachatiwat's gaze lingered on Khao.
"First, you've found a gem. He's quite...charming," she said.
Khao's face burned.
First chuckled.
"Yes, Khao has a unique...spark."
Khao felt overwhelmed, struggling to keep up with the conversations.
What am I doing here? Khao thought. These people are from a different world.
As they sat down for dinner, Khao's eyes scanned the table.
Caviar, lobster, and champagne.
How much does one dinner cost? More than Mom's monthly salary?
First's hand brushed against his under the table.
"Enjoy yourself, Khao," First whispered.
Khao's pulse quickened.
Is this what I've sold myself for? Luxury and lies?
As the night wore on, Khao's discomfort intensified.
