My 419 Nightmare

3. The Unforgettable Memories

Kit's POV

"I want you, angel. And I would never let you go."

It has been over a month since that fated night. I'm back in my restaurant, working, when a flash of recognition flown across my mind.

What was that? It seems like a distant memory. Who's calling who angel?

I shake my head, attempting to clear it. I need to focus. I stare back at the documents in front  of me, tune in the discussion with my team. We are currently having a meeting at the restaurant's dining area.

In the next few days there will be a massive order from a certain company that is celebrating their merger with some foreign company. My restaurant has been chosen to cater their meal for seven days, breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between, for their delegates.

This is my first time getting this type of opportunity. If we nail this deal beautifully, my name will rise to the next level. Not to mention the massive attention on my restaurant. That will be good for business too.

"We have to hire some temporary staff. Let split into two teams. Half will handle the restaurant and the other will handle the catering." I give out my instruction to my staff.

"We need to get some trained personnel as well. Especially for their gala night and their closing banquet." I continue.

"When will we decide on the menu?" Mew, my sous chef asks.

"They haven't confirmed with us yet. It seems like they need to ask their foreign partner for it. Mew, contact them tomorrow for the menu conformation. Ask details about their diet restrictions and allergies. We don't want anyone to die on us, don't we?"

My crew laugh at my joke. We discuss on a few other things before we ended the meeting. They scramble their feet, preparing to open up the restaurant.

My restaurant sells authentic Thai delicacies that opens from 2 in the afternoon until 12 midnights. We have been getting a lot of awards and recognition too for the past two years.

I think that is why we have been selected by their company to cater their meals. Their foreign partner requested for an authentic Thai meal throughout their stay.

I will try to do my best. But I'm a bit worried. Foreigners sometimes can't really stand the smell and taste of our Thai food. It can be a bit strong for them.

Should I adjust the recipe a bit to make it more palatable for them? Or should I just let it be?

I knock my knuckles on the table a few times, thinking about it.

"Hey Mew, later when you call them, can you ask them whether they want us to maintain our taste or to adjust it to fit theirs."

"Why? Didn't they ask for authentic Thai?" He asked me back from the kitchen.

"I just want to double confirm it. It seems like they really want to suck up to their foreign partner. I don't want any problems come to us later if they complain they can't stand our food. You know how they are."

He hums off, accepting my explanation. I head back to my office, laying down on my sofa, feeling a bit restless. I flung my arm to my face, trying to get some sleep.

I've been busy since the moment I step back in Thailand. It's more like I've been keeping myself busy. The very next day after I landed, there was a piece of news on the media on Lynn. She had been selected as one of the three Asian models to walk at France Fashion Week.

Good for her. She has work hard for this. Yeah... real heard.

I scoff out loud. It seems easier to forget about her. Not many of my friends know about our relationship, I realized. If I remember, they only know I'm in a relationship, but not with whom. Which is good, I think.

No one knows how I almost propose and get betray by her at the end. Not that I want anybody to know too. Not since it directly tied to what have happen later.

I try my hardest to forget everything. While I seem to be able to let go of Lynn easily, it was hard for me to forget him.

"Take me."

I jolt up the moment my thought hit me. What was that?

"Take me."

What the fuck? Take me to what?

Bits and pieces of memories flashing through my mind. I'm trying to gather everything, trying to make sense on what my mind is trying to say. A knock on my door soon disperses everything.

"Boss, we need you in the kitchen."

I glance at the clock on my desk. It seems like I have been wool gathering for over an hour. I wipe my face in distress.

"Okay, I'm coming."

I straightened my uniform, checking on the large mirror in my office, making myself presentable, and head down to the kitchen.

It's work time. The rest... can wait.

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Ming's POV

"I want you, angel. And I would never let you go."

That is the promise I gave to him. And that is the promise I'm willing to fulfil.

I found out later that he was staying in the same hotel as mine. But apart from his name, I can't seem to find anything else from the hotel.

But... something else give me clues. I spotted a small blue box near my bed at the hotel that day. Assuming it was my angel's, since it was obviously wasn't mine, I opened it up. A blinding ray greets me. A ring. A diamond ring.

An anger rose from deep within me. I snap the box close before tossing it back to the floor.

Was my angel going to propose to someone? Does my angel have someone else in his life then?

I sat at the edge of my bed, eyeing the box that have rolled to the TV cabinet. I remember his tears from last night. Remembering his fear on how no one wants him. Remembering his pleas to take him, to make him feel belong.

No... He is mine. He is only mine. No one can have him.

I packed up, taking the box along with me and check out from the hotel. My secretary, Key, awaits at the lobby.

"Find out who commission this." I pass the box to him as I enter my car.

And now... I'm having his details drone on to me, readied by Key.

"It was a bit difficult to get the info. The ring was not commission here in Mainland. It was commission in Thailand. The buyer placed the order for the ring around three months ago."

"I don't care about the ring. Do you have any information about the buyer?" I cut him swiftly, feeling my anger start to rise again.

"Yes, sir. His name is Kittinan Innochtar. His acquaintances address him as Kit. He is the chef and owner of The House of Us in Thailand." He passes me a folder containing my angel's details.

"Inside, I've gather his information throughout his life. His families, friends, acquaintance."

"Does he involved with anyone?" I cut him again, thinking about the ring.

"Yes... He seems to have a relationship with a model name Lynn. But it seems like not many knows about them. They keep it private. I suppose the ring is commission for her."

"Thanks, Key. You can go now."

He bows before exiting my office. I open up the folder, reading it, trying to memorize every aspect of my angel's life.

It seems like I need to go to Thailand to bring him back to me, huh?

I'm coming my angel. Please wait for me, will you?

Kit. My Kit. My lovely angel, Kit.

Mine.