My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

4 - The day of the trip

Orm's pov

The day had finally arrived—the day of the much-anticipated trip to Hong Kong. I felt a mixture of excitement and nervous energy as I arrived at the airport, dragging my suitcase behind me. It wasn't just any trip; it was a business conference where our company would be meeting with one of the largest conglomerates in Asia. I was proud to be part of the team, but there was also the weight of expectations from Ms. Kwong looming over us all. As I made my way through the terminal, a sense of thrill coursed through me. But nothing could have prepared me for what came next.

To my utter surprise, we weren't boarding a regular commercial flight. Instead, we were directed toward a private jet, gleaming on the tarmac with its sleek, elegant lines. My jaw dropped as I realized what was happening.

"We're flying on Ling's plane?" I asked, astonished.

One of my colleagues, clearly used to such luxury, nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah. Ms. Kwong owns it. Didn't you know?"

I didn't. And the revelation made my nerves even more pronounced. The boss didn't just have power within the office—she lived and breathed wealth and influence in her personal life as well. Stepping onto her private plane only reminded me of how vast the gap between us really was. But at the same time, it was hard not to be swept up by the glamour of it all. As I walked up the narrow steps and entered the plane, I couldn't help but feel like I was stepping into another world.

The interior of the plane was immaculate, with luxurious leather seats, polished wood accents, and soft ambient lighting that gave the cabin an air of both relaxation and professionalism. Everyone else was already settling into their seats, chatting quietly. I found my spot toward the middle of the cabin and sat down, taking in my surroundings with wide eyes.

Ms. Kwong, as expected, was sitting in the front, next to her ever-present assistant, Chanya. They were already in the middle of a quiet discussion, heads bent together over some paperwork. She didn't seem to pay much attention to the rest of us, which was fine by me. I was more than happy to be left alone.

I leaned back in my seat and let out a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Closing my eyes, I thought about how far I'd come. Here I was, on a private jet to Hong Kong, representing the company at a major conference. It felt surreal, but I also knew that with this kind of opportunity came pressure. Tomorrow, we'd be in front of some of the most powerful businesspeople in the industry, and everything had to go smoothly.

Somewhere between the whir of the plane's engines and my thoughts drifting into the clouds, I dozed off.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep, but I was gently stirred awake by the sound of someone sitting down next to me. Blinking my eyes open, I saw a man, probably around my age, settling into the seat beside me.

"Hey, can I sit here?" he asked, his voice soft but friendly.

I nodded groggily, still shaking off the remnants of sleep. "Sure, go ahead."

As I straightened up in my seat, I glanced at him. He had a calm, composed demeanor, and despite his casual request, there was something about the way he carried himself that spoke of confidence.

"You're new here, aren't you?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

He smiled faintly, his eyes warm. "I am. Sorry if I'm randomly here, but Ms. Kwong assigned me."

"That's good," I replied, feeling a little more at ease. "What's your name?"

"Bright. Bright Vachirawit," he said, extending his hand. His handshake was firm, yet not overpowering.