" The rain outside continued to fall relentlessly as if determined to wash away certain stains from the earth...yet no rain could ever cleanse asecret especially asecret belonging to a mafia family ."
The orange glow from a single lamp reflected off the large wooden desk at the center of the office . the shadow of atall man in a black suit stretched across the walls . His ssharp eyes never left the documents on the deskforasingle Second .
A knock on the door knock, knock ,knock.
"What is it, tai?" the deep calm voce asked without looking up.
"Sir!...There's a problem at the Mae lan Noi coffee plantation. Tal just called...".
The man Tham
Thananchayakarn,owner of the office slowly lifed his head. The tranquillity in his eyes instantly hardened.
" What kind of problem? "
"There's been a break in at the warehouse.lt seems someone is trying to steal the freshly roasted batch."
The sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor echoed With decisive. rhythm.
Than stood tall, scanning the window behind the deask rain drizzling, distant thunder rolling. He paused for a moment, then spoke in a calm, measured tone .
" Tell Tal to intercept them.I'll go myself. "
"But sir-"
"No 'buts.' Get the car ready.
Tai hurriedly left leaving only the sound of rain tapping against the glass and the tall figure standing in the darkness . Than reached for the drawer, drew his handgun, and fixed gaze forwards unwavering and strong,yet carrying a shadow of old pain.
At the
Wattanacharoenkitchara House(the hero's side)
" Mom!..l'm heading to work now."
Kim-kimhan
Wattanacharoenkitchara, the only son of the household,said as he slung his laptop bag over his shoulder.
"Eat first,dear.l made shrimp porridge for you.,"
"Thanks,Mom l don't have time."
"Alright... then take this snack box for the way"
Kim accepted the box with a faint smile, adjusted his glasses,and stepped out.
The motorcycle engine roared to life, slicing through the rain toward Sana Vans Coffee Plantation his new workplace
Yet noons knew...this place
was about to become the starting point of a bond that would tie two hearts to get her with blood, secrets and a past that had never faded.