Descubrimientos (Faye Yoko)

Part 12

Pwan stormed out of the bathroom, her face still flushed with humiliation. Every step she took towards the exit of the building was filled with determination. She couldn't let Faye and her young partner think they would get away with it. "I can't let them laugh at me." She was determined she would talk to Yoko's father, thus playing her dirtiest card.

Once in the car, she nervously picked up her phone with anger burning inside her. Her disdain for Faye had driven her to join Chet, seeking to separate them at all costs. She searched through her contacts for Minister Apasra's number and dialed it. She had his number because at some point in her life she had done business with him, so she knew him perfectly, with his character and chauvinistic ideas, "Hi Chet ... I'm Pwan ... I need to talk to you, it's about your daughter..."

Meanwhile, Faye and Yoko were heading to the office, ready to pack their things and head home. The accumulated tension of the past few days weighed on their shoulders and they longed for a well-deserved rest. Faye, with her elegant bearing that bordered on perfection, walked confidently through the halls of the company. At her side, he walked a step behind her, as was his custom, watching every movement of his lover.

But at that moment, she stopped dead in her tracks and, holding onto Faye's arm, her voice came out in a halting voice: "Faye, I don't feel well."

Faye immediately turned around, her gaze fixing on Yoko's pale face, which suddenly turned gloomy before she fell to the ground. With quick reflexes, she managed to catch her before she completely collapsed.

"Yoko, what's wrong? Talk to me!" Faye exclaimed, her voice shaking as she held the young girl's head in her hands, caressing her face gently. Fear gripped her at the sight of Yoko's inaction, and her heart pounded in her chest.

A couple of employees approached, surprised and concerned. "Mrs. Malisorn, what happened?" One of them's voices seemed distant as Faye struggled to remain calm.

"I don't know. She... she just fainted. Quick! Call an ambulance ! " he ordered, his voice filled with palpable anxiety.

The atmosphere in the office became chaotic. Murmurs filled the air as Faye crouched down, hugging Yoko, who lay unconscious on the floor. The sight of her young lover in that state was heartbreaking, and unable to contain herself, tears began to roll down Faye's cheeks. "Yoko, wait a little longer, the ambulance is coming," she whispered, trying to infuse her love with strength as she tenderly caressed his face.

Ling, hearing the employees' fuss , came running over, her pale expression reflecting concern. She crouched down beside them. "Faye, what's wrong? What's happened to Yoko?"

"I don't know, Ling, he just passed out. He's breathing, right? Tell me he is," Faye insisted, anguish darkening her thoughts.

Ling leaned towards Yoko, leaning close to her face to feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest. "Yes, Faye, but lay her down on the floor so she'll be more comfortable," he replied in a calm tone, as he removed his suit jacket to place it as a makeshift pillow under Yoko's head.

Faye, still paralyzed by fear, the horrifying image of her lover lying inert before her, could barely react. Ling, with expert movements, laid Yoko gently on the ground and slightly opened her shirt, making sure she had more freedom to breathe. With a determined action, she raised Yoko's legs a little, trying to improve the blood flow to her brain.

"Get back to your jobs!" Ling firmly told the employees who were beginning to gather around, his voice cutting like a bolt of authority amid the din.

Then, in a warm, protective gesture, Ling walked over to Faye and hugged her tightly. "Easy, Faye. Yoko needs you now," she said softly, making sure only the two of them could hear. "I'll take care of everything. Now breathe."