In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 4 * PART 2

Enemy Returns

Mr. Kerdthongtaveell said nothing but I could tell that he was trying hard to- hard to act casual but the question. It was strange moment I have never witnessed between them.

But that night I said very little. Years past, when I ate there at their table, Copt would eat quickly and then leave, his quiet presence hardly noticed. Now his overbearing energy seems to feel the room like it was running a corporate meeting and well we all were all his employees.

He talked to everyone but me.

He asked his siblings about school, discussed the future of the hotel with his parents, and mentioned that he was invited to the interview in New York for a job after graduation by as an old friend Jeremy something or another.

His father seemed oddly disturbed by this and no matter how hard I try, he couldn't hide it. "New York? why not stay and manage the hotels?" His father asked, a slight frantic undertone to his voice.

Copt. gave him a cold stare. "You know I don't belong here," he reply. A steely moment passed between Father and Son, subtext hanging in the air Mr. Kerdthongtaveell went eerily silent.

Copt, trying to sound normal in the way his father had tried to failed at moment earlier, now turned his attention to his brother and sister. "Leaving in a real city is amazing. The people in New York are intelligent diverse and-" He quickly glanced my way with disapproving. coolness. "sophisticated."

I cursed him silently and then made an attempt to smooth out my while and unsophisticated strands hair what seemed to have in mind of their own.

He continued. "Did you know that the growth products for just a city alone last year was 1.5 billion dollars?"

I couldn't help myself. I had sat silently for too long. "I guess that explained why New York attracts an inordinate the net number of greedy people from all over the world," I offered with syrupy smile. I took a quick sip of water and instantly regretted my words.

Copt looked at me like he had just realized I was human I was capable of speech. "I suppose you think there's something wrong with the pursuit of money?" He asked, meeting my eyes.

I shrug my shoulders much the way he had done to me at the pool years before. "No, just the love of it above all other things. Including people."

He didn't say anything so, I continued, full that I was. It doesn't make sense to me, why there are so many people without basic necessities - clean drinking water- and the super wealthy can largely ignore their plight and even take advantage of there desperation's underpaying them in sweatshops, and we should applaud it it praises it, like greed is the highest of all the virtues."

He laughed at me as if I we're a naive child who just said he still believe in Santa Claus. "OH? Taken advantage by creating a large, successful companies that, in turn, lift those very and create thousands of jobs turn left those very same people you care about of poverty?

I looked at him sternly and decided to cut the car chase. just not in pressed with people who want more money for the sake of more money and for more expense of everyone else."

His dark, dismissive gaze shot through me like a sharpened, poison arrow. God why did he have to look so handsome? Didn't he been born with some disfigurement that would make me less attracted to him? It put me in a distinct disadvantage when aspiring with him.

"Well, in that case, you'll be happy to know that you're the last person I'm looking to impress, Bas"

I could feel my face turn red. what did I care so much how he felt about me?