Bad Romance

We All Go Down For Our Sins

A/N: I'm sorry.

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Kong hadn’t realised how time passed by him as he was sitting there on the floor of his room, papers scattered everywhere around on his bed, files open, the laptop over his lap as he sipped his coffee, he had managed to borrow a kettle from P'Manee who seemed adamant to help him however possible.

He had not just looked into all the deals the Rojnapat Empire had made in the past six months, but also the whole damn history of the Rojnapat Empire.

The first thing he remembered once getting back to his room was that he was feeling utterly exhausted and that he had to work, it was just the curiosity that was getting to him again, to know about this whole Rojnapat Empire and it’s deals and whatever Arthit had this enmity going on with these Chanchai men. 

Kong remembered once settled with the coffee made by in the borrowed kettle, a borrowed cup and some borrowed coffee powder, he was still grateful how P'Manee was there to help him out with stuff in the room.

The first thing Kong did on the laptop was to get a chip out of it, he knew Arthit was going to keep a tab on his activities and everything he did on it, and Kong was aware that Arthit knew he would remove every trace of his activities on his laptop, giving no chance for Arthit to know what he searched or studied on the laptop.

Kong smirked, whoever had fitted the traceable chip on the laptop wasn’t much intelligent, he somehow knew that Arthit had trusted him enough to let him away with it.

Arthit trusted him because he knew Kong would take out the chip.

And once done, Kong was typing furiously, inserting the pen drive and reading through whatever documents that were given to him by Tanawat, he knew some parts of it were missing and he knew Tanawat would never trust a new kid like him with all the information.

Kong couldn’t care less, he just wanted to work, this gave him a strange surge of satisfaction and distraction from whatever his captive predicament was.

He hadn’t cared much about whatever really happened in the world but now his eyes were sensitive to every information he read, catching any loophole in the deals or anything, by now he had more information in his hands than ever.

He had barely compiled up all that he had gathered, entering all the data in an excel data sheet, marking the deals that were having the suspicions in red.

Kong felt like those deals were evident to having faults, either Kong was very sharp at getting those faults out or Arthit and his father had employed some really dumb people or maybe….  Maybe someone from inside was infiltrating the business.

Whatever it was Kong found himself typing it all down in a systematic form like he doing a college assignment.

By the time he finished, his room was in a mess and so was he.

He may have used this all work thing just distract himself but once finished, Kong felt so damn blank and hollow, what was he doing?

Before he could dwell back onto that, Kong had already lit up a cigarette and smoked while pulling out his engineering books and busying himself into studying them.

Anything that could make him not think about what the hell he was doing, his insides felt hollow, knowing that the more involved he got, he would be seen as a criminal, but that didn’t matter, Kong had had realised by now how the Rojnapat had the higher officers from police under their toes, they were indestructible and still Kong couldn't let go that hollow feeling.