Prologue

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"You're sending me to states? You know how much I hate it there! Stripping me of my work here wasn't enough?" Godt protested to his father's demands.

He's sporting a black eye, a swollen almost dislocated jaw, an arm in a cast and a hidden bruise on his stomach. He put up a fight when Crow, Tae's head of security, asked him what drug and how much he gave to Tee. The broken arm was from Crow. The bruise on his stomach, from his own father.

"That's right. You know what you did and I sure hell am thankful you didn't go to prison! Either you do as I tell you or I swear I'll let Mr. Kreepolrerk shame you publicly."

Porche Thanit learned about his son's recent terrible actions. He was furious, greatly embarrassed not only front of Tae but also to Tae's parents. "You are to watch over your god sibling until he's well and ready to paint again."

"A babysitter?!" The younger Thanit bellowed in utter disbelief only to wince from the pain in his jaw and lips. He cursed under his breath.

"His private doctor." Porsche replied. "All his previous ones resigned."

"Of course they did. He's insufferable! I fucking hate that guy."

Dr. Porche Thanit smirked. "Good. Someone will see your progress and if anything  happens I don't like, say goodbye to your work here. Your flight leaves tonight. Pack up. You have-- " He glanced at his watch. "...exactly one hour."

"Fuck my life." Godt resigned with great despair. He knew once his father makes a decision, it doesn't matter who's involved. It gets done without fail.
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