WHISPERS OF LINGORM : A One-Shot Anthology - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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It was three in the morning, yet Bangkok’s energy pulsed vibrantly, the city alive in a way that seemed almost boundless. But far from the buzz and brightness, Lingling Sirilak Kwong stood alone on her expansive balcony, a glass of wine delicately balanced in her hand. A 25 years old young women, she was a powerful name in Bangkok’s corporate sphere—the formidable CEO of Keepwonder Group of Companies, holding sway over major industries and conglomerates alike. Lingling’s presence commanded respect, yet here, high on the 60th floor of The Ritz-Carlton Residences, MahaNakhon, she stood silently, letting the city’s radiance fade into a distant blur. As she gazed outward, a solitary tear slipped down her cheek, an echo of loneliness too profound to silence.
"Guys, we’re graduating next month!" Becky exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. She, Orm, and Char were sprawled across the room, their final exams a thing of the past, and they basked in the easy bliss of a hard-earned rest.
"Yes, and I can finally dedicate myself fully to modeling," Char added, her tone laced with the thrill of anticipation.
"Orm, where are you lost?" Becky’s voice held a playful note, pulling Orm from her reverie.
"Lost in her thoughts, where else?" Orm replied, her voice dreamy as a smile tugged at her lips.
The others exchanged glances, laughing quietly as they watched Orm with a knowing fondness, used to her whims and wandering heart.
Lingling stepped out of her car, still engrossed in a phone call as she entered the building. The instant she crossed the office threshold, the staff subtly straightened, their gestures laced with cautious reverence. Their voices blended into a collective greeting—"Good morning, Khun Sirilak"—as she acknowledged them with a curt nod before making her way to her cabin.
Inside, her office was a testament to her discipline and unyielding standards. Every item on her grand desk was perfectly arranged, polished to an impeccable sheen. She sank into her chair, ended the call, and opened her laptop, submerging herself into the work that had become her world. For Lingling, business was more than a career; it was her lifeline, an unwavering structure that demanded every ounce of her attention. Her schedule allowed no indulgence in breaks or distractions; her sole purpose was to drive her company forward, inching closer to each new achievement... until...
"What happened? Why did you stop the car abruptly?" Lingling inquired, her tone sharp with growing irritation. She was heading to the airport for a flight to Taiwan, where a critical business meeting awaited her.
"Apologies, ma'am," the driver responded, his voice cautious. "But a girl appeared suddenly in front of the car, playing with a cat in the middle of the road."
Lingling’s patience began to thin. Who plays with a cat in the middle of a busy road? She had a flight to catch and could not afford any delays. Despite the constant honking, the girl seemed oblivious to the urgency and refused to move.
Irritated, Lingling’s driver stepped out of the car, intending to resolve the situation, but an argument soon ensued. The girl appeared to be scolding him. Lingling's irritation grew as she watched the exchange unfold, her patience nearing its limit. She couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to step out herself to address the girl directly.
As she stepped onto the road, the girl turned to face her, still holding the cat. It seemed the argument had reached its end. The girl shot Lingling a pointed glance before walking away. Lingling stood frozen for a moment, captivated by the girl’s beauty. She found herself staring at her, lost in the moment.
Just then, the driver approached, clearing his throat. “Ma’am, everything is sorted. We can proceed now.”
Lingling snapped out of her reverie and nodded, returning to the car. As they began to drive toward the airport, Lingling sat silently, her thoughts still tangled in the fleeting image of the girl. After a moment, she broke the silence.
"Who was that girl? What exactly happened?" she asked, her voice now steady, though the curiosity in her tone was unmistakable.
The driver hesitated, puzzled by her inquiry. She had never shown interest in such trivial matters before. After a pause, he responded, “I’m not sure who she was, ma’am, but she kept saying that, "Did we take ownership of the entire road?" She mentioned that, at such speed, we nearly ran over a small cat, and if she hadn’t moved, we would have hit the poor creature."
He stopped speaking, his forehead glistening with sweat as he glanced nervously at her through the rearview mirror. Lingling’s gaze was steady as she regarded him, her voice unwavering as she pressed for more. "And...?"
The driver seemed to hesitate further before continuing, his voice tinged with fear, "She... she also said, ‘Who is your boss? Call them out here. I'll show them how to drive properly on the road.’"
Lingling, her face unreadable, responded with a simple, "Oh." Her driver, anxious, thought for a moment that she might be furious, but then, to his astonishment, Lingling let out a quiet chuckle.
It was a rare sound—one that caught him off guard. He had never seen his boss smile, let alone laugh.
As the car approached the airport, Lingling’s mind remained occupied, her thoughts still on the mysterious girl.
Ling settled into her private cabin in the business class section of the plane, reviewing some documents on her iPad. As the announcement for takeoff sounded, she reluctantly set her gadgets aside and closed her eyes, waiting for the plane to ascend. Yet, in the quiet darkness behind her eyelids, only one image surfaced—the face of that girl from earlier. Ling’s eyes snapped open abruptly, her thoughts racing. "What’s wrong with me? She was just a girl, a stranger I don’t even know" she told herself. Attempting to dismiss the thought, she refocused on her documents, yet the girl’s face lingered in her mind, sparking a faint trace of irritation.
“Congratulations, Khun Sirilak. The deal was successfully closed,” one of the head managers at Keepwonder’s Taiwan branch remarked as they stood in the office.
Ling nodded, offering a polite, “Thank you.” After completing her inspection of the office and receiving the necessary updates, she left in the evening. Once in the car, she instructed her driver to head not to the hotel, but to a different location: “Zhonghua 5th Road, Qianzhen District, Kaohsiung City.”
The car soon arrived at an not so old house, and Ling stepped out, instructing her driver to wait at a distance. She unlocked the door and entered the home, pausing in the quiet living room, her eyes tracing each corner with a wistful expression. Slowly, she ascended the staircase and entered a bedroom, running her fingers along the edges of the photo frames on a shelf. She moved toward the bed, settling on the edge, her hand brushing lightly over the mattress as if feeling for someone who was no longer there. Tears began to slip down her cheeks as she whispered, “I am sorry… please forgive me.” Her quiet words gave way to sobs, the weight of remorse heavy upon her.
After about half an hour, Ling emerged from the house, locking the door behind her, and returned to the car, her shade on as she spoke calmly to the driver, “Airport.”
Two months later
"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to Keepwonder," she began. "Today, you’re not just stepping into a new role—you’re stepping into a world of innovation, ambition, and excellence. As interns at Keepwonder, you’ll be involved in projects that drive our vision forward, allowing you to engage directly with our business strategies and corporate goals." Ms. Junji Chen, the HR Director, stood before a new batch of interns, her voice resonating with authority and warmth.
Among the interns stood Orm, her excitement nearly impossible to contain. This was her dream, realized—an opportunity to work at Keepwonder, a company she had idolized for years. Getting a position here, even at an entry level, was nearly impossible without exceptional talent and qualifications. Yet, she had made it, through relentless hard work and dedication.
But beyond her joy for the job itself, Orm’s happiness had another, more personal reason. From the moment she had set her sights on Keepwonder as her dream company, she had admired Lingling Sirilak Kwong, the company’s CEO, not just as a leader but as her idol. Lingling had been her inspiration, her motivation to push forward, and maybe, just maybe, something more.
The very thought of meeting Lingling in person, face-to-face, sent a rush of butterflies through Orm’s entire body. She could barely keep still, the anticipation of being in the same room as her longtime crush and idol nearly overwhelming her. It was as if everything she had dreamed of had led her to this moment.
After lunch, Junji Chen guided the interns down the pristine corridor leading to the CEO’s office, each step resonating with the weight of anticipation. As they reached the sleek glass door, she paused, composed herself, and knocked lightly. A calm yet authoritative voice echoed from within, “Come in.”
Junji carefully opened the door and gestured for the interns to follow. They entered quietly, forming a line beside her, standing with perfect posture as they took in the grandeur of the CEO’s office. Lingling Sirilak Kwong stood with her back to them, her figure silhouetted against the wide, floor-to-ceiling window as she spoke into her phone. The view from the top floor of the building was breathtaking, casting a panoramic view of Bangkok beneath the overcast sky. Every detail in the room—from the meticulously arranged awards on her shelves to the polished surfaces and elegant decor—spoke of precision, power, and control.
Lingling finished her call, lowered her phone, and turned around, her face as calm and poised as ever. Her eyes swept over the group, and the briefest flicker of surprise crossed her gaze when they landed on Orm. It was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but there was an unmistakable glint in her eyes—a mixture of surprise and something far deeper.
Junji stepped forward, breaking the silence. Bowing slightly, she introduced the group, “Sawasdee kha, Khun Sirilak. These are our new interns, the top five candidates from our recent talent hunt. Each has qualified with exemplary scores.” She paused, glancing at Orm. “And the top scorer among them is Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong.”
Lingling’s gaze remained fixed on Orm. Recognition dawned on her face, though she expertly masked it with a composed expression. Her mind briefly returned to the girl from two months prior—the spirited figure on the street, shielding a small cat without a trace of fear, and her fierce stare, unyielding even in the face of authority. She’d thought of that girl on many occasions since, surprised at how vividly the memory had lingered, refusing to fade into obscurity.
And now, here she was again, no longer a stranger but one of Keepwonder’s new interns. Lingling’s heart pulsed, though her face betrayed none of the emotions brewing within. She maintained her practiced calm, focusing on each member of the group as she regained her composure.
Lingling nodded, The interns bowed in unison, murmuring, “Sawasdee kha ma’am.”
Lingling straightened and greeted them back, her gaze sweeping across them with a refined authority that spoke volumes. “I’d like to extend a formal welcome to Keepwonder. You are now part of an environment that prioritizes innovation, ambition, and the relentless pursuit of excellence. Here, every project you take on, every decision you make, will directly impact our growth. This role demands resilience and a commitment to upholding the standards of this organization. You have earned your place here through hard work, and I trust that each of you will bring that same diligence to the responsibilities ahead.”
Her eyes landed on Orm, lingering for a moment that felt electric, as if the room itself held its breath. There was a trace of a smile on Lingling’s lips, barely noticeable, yet Orm could feel its effect—a soft, almost imperceptible warmth that left her slightly stunned.
“Welcome to the team,” Lingling continued, her voice gentle yet resolute. “I look forward to seeing how each of you contributes to Keepwonder’s future.”
The interns felt the weight of her words, a blend of challenge and inspiration. For Orm, though, this moment was even more profound. Standing in front of Lingling, the very person she had idolized for years, Orm felt an awe that went beyond admiration. It was as if every ambition, every ounce of dedication, and every sleepless night had led her here, into this room, face-to-face with the one person who symbolized all she had aspired to become. The entire world seemed to blur at the edges, focusing only on Lingling's voice, her gaze, her presence—a surreal, unforgettable moment
As the meeting wrapped up, everyone smiled enthusiastically, nodding in affirmation. Lingling returned the gesture with a subtle nod and added, "Alright, back to work, everyone—except Ms. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong."
The room fell silent as heads turned toward Orm. She felt a rush of emotions—confusion, happiness, and shock—all at once. The CEO had singled her out; why had she asked her to stay? Her heart fluttered with elation even as she tried to compose herself, concealing her excitement behind a polite, reserved smile. She wanted to scream, to leap with joy, but held herself back, opting for quiet composure.
Once the others exited with Junji, leaving her alone in the expansive office, Orm stood, rooted and breathless. Lingling took a brief pause, her gaze unwavering as she studied Orm with an almost unreadable expression, before gesturing to the seat across her desk. "Have a seat," she said, her voice calm and commanding. Orm, slightly hesitant, took the chair, her quiet voice carrying a soft, “Thank you.”
Lingling felt an inner smile as she remembered the defiant girl who had seemed almost ready to attack her that day on the road, all for a stray cat. Now, that same girl sat across from her, unexpectedly polite and visibly nervous. Maintaining her professional tone, Lingling commented, “Top scorer among 10,000 candidates. Impressive.”
Orm’s eyes brightened, her smile widening in surprise and pride. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s been my dream to work for this company.” Lingling nodded, but found herself distracted by the warmth of Orm’s smile, a radiance that tugged gently at something deep within her. Brushing it aside, she replied in a serious tone, “So, Ms. Kornnaphat, here I am—teach me how to drive properly on the road and how's your cat now?”
Orm blinked, eyebrows drawing together in confusion as she tried to decipher Lingling’s statement. For a moment, she was lost, unsure if she’d misheard or misunderstood. Then, a thought surfaced, sparking realization. Her mind replayed the incident from two months ago—the cat on the road, her outrage at the driver—and suddenly, everything clicked.
Her face flooded with realization, eyes widening in shock. “Oh my God! I’m… I’m so sorry, ma’am. I had no idea… I didn’t recognize you because of the mask and sunglasses. I’m truly sorry…” Embarrassed, she bowed her head slightly, feeling the weight of her mistake settle over her.
Lingling bit back a smirk, watching the play of emotions on Orm’s face. Although her voice remained calm and professional, a glimmer of amusement lingered in her eyes. “No harm done,” she said smoothly. “I hope neither you nor… your cat was injured that day.”
Orm couldn’t help but smile, though her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. There was something in Lingling’s tone—something that softened the air between them.
“How was your dayyy, my girl!” Becky burst into the room, her excitement bubbling over as she swung open Orm’s door. Becky and Orm shared a flat, and she was eagerly waiting to hear all about her friend’s first day and, of course, how she handled meeting her massive crush, Lingling Kwong. But the scene that greeted her was unexpected—there sat Orm, curled up on her bed with a large tub of ice cream, a spoon in hand, and tears streaming down her face.
Becky’s expression shifted instantly to concern. “Orm, what happened? Why are you crying?” She hurried over and pulled her friend into a hug. Seeing Becky, Orm’s tears started flowing faster, and she managed to mumble between sobs, “I messed up, Bec… I messed up so bad on the first day.”
Becky rubbed her back, trying to calm her. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! I’m here. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened. Was the day that bad?”
Orm sniffled, took a spoonful of ice cream, and sighed. “I think my crush hates me now…”
Becky raised her eyebrows in confusion. “What? But why?”
Orm nodded miserably and explained, “Remember that cat incident? The one two months ago where I yelled at some driver for almost hitting a cat and even told him to bring his boss out so I could set them straight?”
Becky’s face twisted in thought, recalling the memory. “Ohhh, yes, I remember. But… what about it?”
Orm took a shaky breath. “It was her… Lingling Kwong was in that car. I gave her that glare. The one full of rage.” She began to tear up again, her emotions swirling.
Becky’s mouth dropped open. “Oh… no way. That was her?” But she quickly tried to soothe Orm as she saw fresh tears forming. “Okay, but come on, how do you even know it was her? It could have been anyone else, right?”
Orm shook her head, eyes wide. “No, Bec, she brought it up herself. Today, she mentioned it—exactly what I said to her driver. She remembered everything, word for word. She must hate me now.”
Becky, suppressing a laugh, shook her head. “Wait, Orm… maybe she just remembered it as a funny incident. Did she say anything rude? Was she condescending or dismissive?”
Orm bit her lip and shook her head. “No, she didn’t. She even asked, really softly, if I or the cat had gotten hurt…”
Becky gently smacked her forehead and laughed. “See? You adorable overthinker! If she was concerned, she wouldn’t hate you. You’re stressing over nothing.” She grabbed the tub of ice cream from Orm’s hands and took a spoonful, smiling as she said, “Chill, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”
Orm pouted, still feeling a tinge of embarrassment, but Becky’s words began to soothe her nerves.
A few days slipped by as Orm settled into her work routine at Keepwonder. Everything seemed to flow smoothly; her responsibilities kept her busy, and though she didn’t cross paths with Lingling every day, there were occasional meetings and project updates where their worlds intersected. However, every time, Lingling’s expression remained unreadable. She would glance at Orm with a look that felt… different, almost as if there was a hint of something hidden within her gaze. But with Lingling’s lack of outward acknowledgment, Orm simply focused on her work, chalking it up to her imagination.
On the other side, Lingling’s days were equally routine, centered around her usual intense focus on business. Yet, one thing had undeniably woven itself into her habits—she had grown accustomed to Orm’s presence, a secret habit of stealing glances whenever Orm was nearby, an unconscious smile softening her typically composed expression. There was something stirring within her, a feeling she couldn’t quite name and perhaps didn’t even want to confront. But despite her efforts to remain unaffected, she found herself inexplicably drawn to Orm. Simply watching her brought a strange, soothing comfort Lingling hadn’t anticipated.
Six months later,
Orm stood at the center of a bustling Keepwonder office, the words of congratulations pouring in from every direction:
"Congratulations, Orm!"
"Congratulations, Ms. Kornnaphat! You did great!"
"Well done, Orm!"
Her internship had officially come to an end, but it was far from a typical farewell. Orm had not only excelled in her role but had also been awarded for her exceptional performance, securing a new position as Senior Marketing Strategist in Keepwonder’s marketing department. Her dedication, talent, and sheer hard work had paid off, landing her a prestigious role that she never expected to achieve so quickly. Lingling, with her sharp eye for talent, had recognized Orm’s potential long ago and never treated her as anything less than capable. She had always given Orm challenging tasks and equal opportunities, but it was clear that Orm’s skills had earned her the recognition she deserved.
Orm stood, beaming, thanking her colleagues one by one, though in her heart, there was someone she was eager to tell this news to—the person who had been by her side through it all, Becky. Today was the happiest day of her career, and she couldn’t wait to share it with her best friend. Yet, there was someone else she wished to thank. Someone who wasn’t present to witness her success. Lingling. But, as fate would have it, Lingling was away for an international business meeting.
For the past six months, Orm had shared more than just professional moments with Lingling. Both women had grown closer in subtle, often unspoken ways. Orm had never once been reprimanded by Lingling; instead, she’d been guided, challenged, and supported at every turn. Lingling had always been the composed, calm leader, while Orm admired her from afar—sometimes playfully flirting, but never receiving acknowledgment. Despite Orm’s occasional attempts, Lingling always deflected them, keeping their relationship professional.
But Orm’s feelings had evolved. What had once been a simple crush had deepened into something stronger, something undeniable. She knew what it was, and though she hadn’t voiced it, she was fully aware of her emotions. Lingling, on the other hand, remained oblivious but it was clear that the professional boundary between them had begun to blur.
Lingling didn’t know it yet, but their unspoken connection had already changed both of their lives.
The next day, Lingling had returned from her meeting and was back in her cabin, diving into work as usual. But today, there was an unusual lightness in her demeanor. The meeting in Paris had been a major success, securing a significant international deal—one that had been years in the making. The negotiations had gone beyond expectations, and Lingling was thrilled about the future prospects it brought. However, what felt even more satisfying was that, amidst the overwhelming schedule, she had found a rare moment for herself.
Lingling had spent that free day reflecting on her inner emotions, taking time to identify and understand the whirlwind she had been feeling inside. And after much contemplation, clarity had finally struck. She knew it for certain now—she had feelings for Orm. She had acknowledged the undeniable connection between them. Each time she was near Orm, a sense of calmness enveloped her; her heart fluttered when Orm smiled, and the playful flirts left her breathless, filled with butterflies. Yet, Lingling remained silent about it. She couldn't bring herself to confess, not when she wasn’t entirely sure how Orm felt. She had never dared to ask, and Orm’s flirtatiousness was something she had brushed off as part of their professional rapport. Lingling hadn't even spoken the words to herself until now—but deep within, she was certain that her connection with Orm was real, and it went beyond the superficiality of their work.
Just as Lingling was deep in thought, a knock echoed at her door. "Come in," she called, her voice calm, betraying none of the turmoil beneath the surface.
The door opened, and Orm stepped inside. Lingling felt a warm rush when she saw her. Orm’s presence always had a way of lighting up the room, but this time, it seemed to bring with it something more. Lingling couldn’t help but smile, though she quickly composed herself.
Orm approached with a purposeful stride, standing before Lingling, and with a respectful tone, she said, *
"Sawasdee kha, Ma’am.”
Orm had come to thank Lingling for the new role she had been given in the company and for Lingling's unwavering support and leadership during her transition. Orm was genuinely appreciative, and Lingling could see that her gratitude was sincere. The moment, however, was much more than that. Orm’s presence made Lingling feel a sense of peace, and her words were a reminder of the quiet understanding between them.
Lingling smiled softly, acknowledging her effort with a gentle nod. “You deserve this, Orm. You’ve worked hard for it.”
Orm’s eyes shimmered with gratitude. She nodded, her voice filled with sincerity as she said, “Thank you so much, Ma’am.”
Lingling gave a small smile, her expression lightening. “Umm... don’t call me Ma’am anymore, Nong Orm” she said, her voice soft but confident.
Orm paused, taken aback. It wasn’t the formality she was used to hearing from Lingling, and the use of "Nong" was an unexpected shift. It left her momentarily confused, even slightly shocked. “Umm, Ma’am, did I do something wrong? Should I be calling you something else?” Orm asked, her voice laced with concern.
Lingling chuckled lightly, this time letting herself relax into the moment. “No, nothing wrong at all. ‘Ma’am’ just feels too formal, don’t you think? You can call me something else.” Her words felt natural, more personal than ever before, and her smile made it clear that this was not a mistake—this was a choice.
Orm stood frozen for a moment, caught in the surprise of Lingling’s easy smile and casual demeanor. She had never seen Lingling this way—so at ease, so unguarded. It left Orm feeling both confused and comforted. Then, after a brief pause, she hesitantly offered, “Umm, Khun Sirilak?”
Lingling shook her head immediately, “No.”
Orm furrowed her brow, thinking hard, before suddenly a spark of excitement lit her face. “P'Ling?” she asked, her voice tentative but hopeful.
Lingling’s smile deepened, and she gave a subtle nod. “Yes, I like that. From now on, call me P'Ling.”
For a brief moment, they locked eyes, the air between them thick with unspoken emotions. Orm could feel the weight of the shift in their dynamic, the growing intimacy in their exchange. But as the moment lingered, Orm quickly felt a wave of awkwardness. She had been gazing at her boss for too long. “Umm, I should get back to work,” she said, almost as if to break the sudden tension.
Lingling, feeling the same unspoken shift, nodded in understanding the need to return to normalcy.
As the office emptied and the workday came to a close, Lingling made her way out of the building. The cool evening air greeted her as she stepped into the front office area, walking towards the street where her driver was waiting by the car.
As she approached, a sudden screech of tires filled the air, followed by the abrupt sound of a car halting sharply. Lingling’s heart skipped a beat ,eyes widened, feeling frozen for a moment as her gaze snapped toward the noise.
"Nong Orm..."
"Guys, we’re graduating next month!" Becky exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. She, Orm, and Char were sprawled across the room, their final exams a thing of the past, and they basked in the easy bliss of a hard-earned rest.
"Yes, and I can finally dedicate myself fully to modeling," Char added, her tone laced with the thrill of anticipation.
"Orm, where are you lost?" Becky’s voice held a playful note, pulling Orm from her reverie.
"Lost in her thoughts, where else?" Orm replied, her voice dreamy as a smile tugged at her lips.
The others exchanged glances, laughing quietly as they watched Orm with a knowing fondness, used to her whims and wandering heart.
Lingling stepped out of her car, still engrossed in a phone call as she entered the building. The instant she crossed the office threshold, the staff subtly straightened, their gestures laced with cautious reverence. Their voices blended into a collective greeting—"Good morning, Khun Sirilak"—as she acknowledged them with a curt nod before making her way to her cabin.
Inside, her office was a testament to her discipline and unyielding standards. Every item on her grand desk was perfectly arranged, polished to an impeccable sheen. She sank into her chair, ended the call, and opened her laptop, submerging herself into the work that had become her world. For Lingling, business was more than a career; it was her lifeline, an unwavering structure that demanded every ounce of her attention. Her schedule allowed no indulgence in breaks or distractions; her sole purpose was to drive her company forward, inching closer to each new achievement... until...
"What happened? Why did you stop the car abruptly?" Lingling inquired, her tone sharp with growing irritation. She was heading to the airport for a flight to Taiwan, where a critical business meeting awaited her.
"Apologies, ma'am," the driver responded, his voice cautious. "But a girl appeared suddenly in front of the car, playing with a cat in the middle of the road."
Lingling’s patience began to thin. Who plays with a cat in the middle of a busy road? She had a flight to catch and could not afford any delays. Despite the constant honking, the girl seemed oblivious to the urgency and refused to move.
Irritated, Lingling’s driver stepped out of the car, intending to resolve the situation, but an argument soon ensued. The girl appeared to be scolding him. Lingling's irritation grew as she watched the exchange unfold, her patience nearing its limit. She couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to step out herself to address the girl directly.
As she stepped onto the road, the girl turned to face her, still holding the cat. It seemed the argument had reached its end. The girl shot Lingling a pointed glance before walking away. Lingling stood frozen for a moment, captivated by the girl’s beauty. She found herself staring at her, lost in the moment.
Just then, the driver approached, clearing his throat. “Ma’am, everything is sorted. We can proceed now.”
Lingling snapped out of her reverie and nodded, returning to the car. As they began to drive toward the airport, Lingling sat silently, her thoughts still tangled in the fleeting image of the girl. After a moment, she broke the silence.
"Who was that girl? What exactly happened?" she asked, her voice now steady, though the curiosity in her tone was unmistakable.
The driver hesitated, puzzled by her inquiry. She had never shown interest in such trivial matters before. After a pause, he responded, “I’m not sure who she was, ma’am, but she kept saying that, "Did we take ownership of the entire road?" She mentioned that, at such speed, we nearly ran over a small cat, and if she hadn’t moved, we would have hit the poor creature."
He stopped speaking, his forehead glistening with sweat as he glanced nervously at her through the rearview mirror. Lingling’s gaze was steady as she regarded him, her voice unwavering as she pressed for more. "And...?"
The driver seemed to hesitate further before continuing, his voice tinged with fear, "She... she also said, ‘Who is your boss? Call them out here. I'll show them how to drive properly on the road.’"
Lingling, her face unreadable, responded with a simple, "Oh." Her driver, anxious, thought for a moment that she might be furious, but then, to his astonishment, Lingling let out a quiet chuckle.
It was a rare sound—one that caught him off guard. He had never seen his boss smile, let alone laugh.
As the car approached the airport, Lingling’s mind remained occupied, her thoughts still on the mysterious girl.
Ling settled into her private cabin in the business class section of the plane, reviewing some documents on her iPad. As the announcement for takeoff sounded, she reluctantly set her gadgets aside and closed her eyes, waiting for the plane to ascend. Yet, in the quiet darkness behind her eyelids, only one image surfaced—the face of that girl from earlier. Ling’s eyes snapped open abruptly, her thoughts racing. "What’s wrong with me? She was just a girl, a stranger I don’t even know" she told herself. Attempting to dismiss the thought, she refocused on her documents, yet the girl’s face lingered in her mind, sparking a faint trace of irritation.
“Congratulations, Khun Sirilak. The deal was successfully closed,” one of the head managers at Keepwonder’s Taiwan branch remarked as they stood in the office.
Ling nodded, offering a polite, “Thank you.” After completing her inspection of the office and receiving the necessary updates, she left in the evening. Once in the car, she instructed her driver to head not to the hotel, but to a different location: “Zhonghua 5th Road, Qianzhen District, Kaohsiung City.”
The car soon arrived at an not so old house, and Ling stepped out, instructing her driver to wait at a distance. She unlocked the door and entered the home, pausing in the quiet living room, her eyes tracing each corner with a wistful expression. Slowly, she ascended the staircase and entered a bedroom, running her fingers along the edges of the photo frames on a shelf. She moved toward the bed, settling on the edge, her hand brushing lightly over the mattress as if feeling for someone who was no longer there. Tears began to slip down her cheeks as she whispered, “I am sorry… please forgive me.” Her quiet words gave way to sobs, the weight of remorse heavy upon her.
After about half an hour, Ling emerged from the house, locking the door behind her, and returned to the car, her shade on as she spoke calmly to the driver, “Airport.”
Two months later
"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to Keepwonder," she began. "Today, you’re not just stepping into a new role—you’re stepping into a world of innovation, ambition, and excellence. As interns at Keepwonder, you’ll be involved in projects that drive our vision forward, allowing you to engage directly with our business strategies and corporate goals." Ms. Junji Chen, the HR Director, stood before a new batch of interns, her voice resonating with authority and warmth.
Among the interns stood Orm, her excitement nearly impossible to contain. This was her dream, realized—an opportunity to work at Keepwonder, a company she had idolized for years. Getting a position here, even at an entry level, was nearly impossible without exceptional talent and qualifications. Yet, she had made it, through relentless hard work and dedication.
But beyond her joy for the job itself, Orm’s happiness had another, more personal reason. From the moment she had set her sights on Keepwonder as her dream company, she had admired Lingling Sirilak Kwong, the company’s CEO, not just as a leader but as her idol. Lingling had been her inspiration, her motivation to push forward, and maybe, just maybe, something more.
The very thought of meeting Lingling in person, face-to-face, sent a rush of butterflies through Orm’s entire body. She could barely keep still, the anticipation of being in the same room as her longtime crush and idol nearly overwhelming her. It was as if everything she had dreamed of had led her to this moment.
After lunch, Junji Chen guided the interns down the pristine corridor leading to the CEO’s office, each step resonating with the weight of anticipation. As they reached the sleek glass door, she paused, composed herself, and knocked lightly. A calm yet authoritative voice echoed from within, “Come in.”
Junji carefully opened the door and gestured for the interns to follow. They entered quietly, forming a line beside her, standing with perfect posture as they took in the grandeur of the CEO’s office. Lingling Sirilak Kwong stood with her back to them, her figure silhouetted against the wide, floor-to-ceiling window as she spoke into her phone. The view from the top floor of the building was breathtaking, casting a panoramic view of Bangkok beneath the overcast sky. Every detail in the room—from the meticulously arranged awards on her shelves to the polished surfaces and elegant decor—spoke of precision, power, and control.
Lingling finished her call, lowered her phone, and turned around, her face as calm and poised as ever. Her eyes swept over the group, and the briefest flicker of surprise crossed her gaze when they landed on Orm. It was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but there was an unmistakable glint in her eyes—a mixture of surprise and something far deeper.
Junji stepped forward, breaking the silence. Bowing slightly, she introduced the group, “Sawasdee kha, Khun Sirilak. These are our new interns, the top five candidates from our recent talent hunt. Each has qualified with exemplary scores.” She paused, glancing at Orm. “And the top scorer among them is Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong.”
Lingling’s gaze remained fixed on Orm. Recognition dawned on her face, though she expertly masked it with a composed expression. Her mind briefly returned to the girl from two months prior—the spirited figure on the street, shielding a small cat without a trace of fear, and her fierce stare, unyielding even in the face of authority. She’d thought of that girl on many occasions since, surprised at how vividly the memory had lingered, refusing to fade into obscurity.
And now, here she was again, no longer a stranger but one of Keepwonder’s new interns. Lingling’s heart pulsed, though her face betrayed none of the emotions brewing within. She maintained her practiced calm, focusing on each member of the group as she regained her composure.
Lingling nodded, The interns bowed in unison, murmuring, “Sawasdee kha ma’am.”
Lingling straightened and greeted them back, her gaze sweeping across them with a refined authority that spoke volumes. “I’d like to extend a formal welcome to Keepwonder. You are now part of an environment that prioritizes innovation, ambition, and the relentless pursuit of excellence. Here, every project you take on, every decision you make, will directly impact our growth. This role demands resilience and a commitment to upholding the standards of this organization. You have earned your place here through hard work, and I trust that each of you will bring that same diligence to the responsibilities ahead.”
Her eyes landed on Orm, lingering for a moment that felt electric, as if the room itself held its breath. There was a trace of a smile on Lingling’s lips, barely noticeable, yet Orm could feel its effect—a soft, almost imperceptible warmth that left her slightly stunned.
“Welcome to the team,” Lingling continued, her voice gentle yet resolute. “I look forward to seeing how each of you contributes to Keepwonder’s future.”
The interns felt the weight of her words, a blend of challenge and inspiration. For Orm, though, this moment was even more profound. Standing in front of Lingling, the very person she had idolized for years, Orm felt an awe that went beyond admiration. It was as if every ambition, every ounce of dedication, and every sleepless night had led her here, into this room, face-to-face with the one person who symbolized all she had aspired to become. The entire world seemed to blur at the edges, focusing only on Lingling's voice, her gaze, her presence—a surreal, unforgettable moment
As the meeting wrapped up, everyone smiled enthusiastically, nodding in affirmation. Lingling returned the gesture with a subtle nod and added, "Alright, back to work, everyone—except Ms. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong."
The room fell silent as heads turned toward Orm. She felt a rush of emotions—confusion, happiness, and shock—all at once. The CEO had singled her out; why had she asked her to stay? Her heart fluttered with elation even as she tried to compose herself, concealing her excitement behind a polite, reserved smile. She wanted to scream, to leap with joy, but held herself back, opting for quiet composure.
Once the others exited with Junji, leaving her alone in the expansive office, Orm stood, rooted and breathless. Lingling took a brief pause, her gaze unwavering as she studied Orm with an almost unreadable expression, before gesturing to the seat across her desk. "Have a seat," she said, her voice calm and commanding. Orm, slightly hesitant, took the chair, her quiet voice carrying a soft, “Thank you.”
Lingling felt an inner smile as she remembered the defiant girl who had seemed almost ready to attack her that day on the road, all for a stray cat. Now, that same girl sat across from her, unexpectedly polite and visibly nervous. Maintaining her professional tone, Lingling commented, “Top scorer among 10,000 candidates. Impressive.”
Orm’s eyes brightened, her smile widening in surprise and pride. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s been my dream to work for this company.” Lingling nodded, but found herself distracted by the warmth of Orm’s smile, a radiance that tugged gently at something deep within her. Brushing it aside, she replied in a serious tone, “So, Ms. Kornnaphat, here I am—teach me how to drive properly on the road and how's your cat now?”
Orm blinked, eyebrows drawing together in confusion as she tried to decipher Lingling’s statement. For a moment, she was lost, unsure if she’d misheard or misunderstood. Then, a thought surfaced, sparking realization. Her mind replayed the incident from two months ago—the cat on the road, her outrage at the driver—and suddenly, everything clicked.
Her face flooded with realization, eyes widening in shock. “Oh my God! I’m… I’m so sorry, ma’am. I had no idea… I didn’t recognize you because of the mask and sunglasses. I’m truly sorry…” Embarrassed, she bowed her head slightly, feeling the weight of her mistake settle over her.
Lingling bit back a smirk, watching the play of emotions on Orm’s face. Although her voice remained calm and professional, a glimmer of amusement lingered in her eyes. “No harm done,” she said smoothly. “I hope neither you nor… your cat was injured that day.”
Orm couldn’t help but smile, though her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. There was something in Lingling’s tone—something that softened the air between them.
“How was your dayyy, my girl!” Becky burst into the room, her excitement bubbling over as she swung open Orm’s door. Becky and Orm shared a flat, and she was eagerly waiting to hear all about her friend’s first day and, of course, how she handled meeting her massive crush, Lingling Kwong. But the scene that greeted her was unexpected—there sat Orm, curled up on her bed with a large tub of ice cream, a spoon in hand, and tears streaming down her face.
Becky’s expression shifted instantly to concern. “Orm, what happened? Why are you crying?” She hurried over and pulled her friend into a hug. Seeing Becky, Orm’s tears started flowing faster, and she managed to mumble between sobs, “I messed up, Bec… I messed up so bad on the first day.”
Becky rubbed her back, trying to calm her. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! I’m here. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened. Was the day that bad?”
Orm sniffled, took a spoonful of ice cream, and sighed. “I think my crush hates me now…”
Becky raised her eyebrows in confusion. “What? But why?”
Orm nodded miserably and explained, “Remember that cat incident? The one two months ago where I yelled at some driver for almost hitting a cat and even told him to bring his boss out so I could set them straight?”
Becky’s face twisted in thought, recalling the memory. “Ohhh, yes, I remember. But… what about it?”
Orm took a shaky breath. “It was her… Lingling Kwong was in that car. I gave her that glare. The one full of rage.” She began to tear up again, her emotions swirling.
Becky’s mouth dropped open. “Oh… no way. That was her?” But she quickly tried to soothe Orm as she saw fresh tears forming. “Okay, but come on, how do you even know it was her? It could have been anyone else, right?”
Orm shook her head, eyes wide. “No, Bec, she brought it up herself. Today, she mentioned it—exactly what I said to her driver. She remembered everything, word for word. She must hate me now.”
Becky, suppressing a laugh, shook her head. “Wait, Orm… maybe she just remembered it as a funny incident. Did she say anything rude? Was she condescending or dismissive?”
Orm bit her lip and shook her head. “No, she didn’t. She even asked, really softly, if I or the cat had gotten hurt…”
Becky gently smacked her forehead and laughed. “See? You adorable overthinker! If she was concerned, she wouldn’t hate you. You’re stressing over nothing.” She grabbed the tub of ice cream from Orm’s hands and took a spoonful, smiling as she said, “Chill, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”
Orm pouted, still feeling a tinge of embarrassment, but Becky’s words began to soothe her nerves.
A few days slipped by as Orm settled into her work routine at Keepwonder. Everything seemed to flow smoothly; her responsibilities kept her busy, and though she didn’t cross paths with Lingling every day, there were occasional meetings and project updates where their worlds intersected. However, every time, Lingling’s expression remained unreadable. She would glance at Orm with a look that felt… different, almost as if there was a hint of something hidden within her gaze. But with Lingling’s lack of outward acknowledgment, Orm simply focused on her work, chalking it up to her imagination.
On the other side, Lingling’s days were equally routine, centered around her usual intense focus on business. Yet, one thing had undeniably woven itself into her habits—she had grown accustomed to Orm’s presence, a secret habit of stealing glances whenever Orm was nearby, an unconscious smile softening her typically composed expression. There was something stirring within her, a feeling she couldn’t quite name and perhaps didn’t even want to confront. But despite her efforts to remain unaffected, she found herself inexplicably drawn to Orm. Simply watching her brought a strange, soothing comfort Lingling hadn’t anticipated.
Six months later,
Orm stood at the center of a bustling Keepwonder office, the words of congratulations pouring in from every direction:
"Congratulations, Orm!"
"Congratulations, Ms. Kornnaphat! You did great!"
"Well done, Orm!"
Her internship had officially come to an end, but it was far from a typical farewell. Orm had not only excelled in her role but had also been awarded for her exceptional performance, securing a new position as Senior Marketing Strategist in Keepwonder’s marketing department. Her dedication, talent, and sheer hard work had paid off, landing her a prestigious role that she never expected to achieve so quickly. Lingling, with her sharp eye for talent, had recognized Orm’s potential long ago and never treated her as anything less than capable. She had always given Orm challenging tasks and equal opportunities, but it was clear that Orm’s skills had earned her the recognition she deserved.
Orm stood, beaming, thanking her colleagues one by one, though in her heart, there was someone she was eager to tell this news to—the person who had been by her side through it all, Becky. Today was the happiest day of her career, and she couldn’t wait to share it with her best friend. Yet, there was someone else she wished to thank. Someone who wasn’t present to witness her success. Lingling. But, as fate would have it, Lingling was away for an international business meeting.
For the past six months, Orm had shared more than just professional moments with Lingling. Both women had grown closer in subtle, often unspoken ways. Orm had never once been reprimanded by Lingling; instead, she’d been guided, challenged, and supported at every turn. Lingling had always been the composed, calm leader, while Orm admired her from afar—sometimes playfully flirting, but never receiving acknowledgment. Despite Orm’s occasional attempts, Lingling always deflected them, keeping their relationship professional.
But Orm’s feelings had evolved. What had once been a simple crush had deepened into something stronger, something undeniable. She knew what it was, and though she hadn’t voiced it, she was fully aware of her emotions. Lingling, on the other hand, remained oblivious but it was clear that the professional boundary between them had begun to blur.
Lingling didn’t know it yet, but their unspoken connection had already changed both of their lives.
The next day, Lingling had returned from her meeting and was back in her cabin, diving into work as usual. But today, there was an unusual lightness in her demeanor. The meeting in Paris had been a major success, securing a significant international deal—one that had been years in the making. The negotiations had gone beyond expectations, and Lingling was thrilled about the future prospects it brought. However, what felt even more satisfying was that, amidst the overwhelming schedule, she had found a rare moment for herself.
Lingling had spent that free day reflecting on her inner emotions, taking time to identify and understand the whirlwind she had been feeling inside. And after much contemplation, clarity had finally struck. She knew it for certain now—she had feelings for Orm. She had acknowledged the undeniable connection between them. Each time she was near Orm, a sense of calmness enveloped her; her heart fluttered when Orm smiled, and the playful flirts left her breathless, filled with butterflies. Yet, Lingling remained silent about it. She couldn't bring herself to confess, not when she wasn’t entirely sure how Orm felt. She had never dared to ask, and Orm’s flirtatiousness was something she had brushed off as part of their professional rapport. Lingling hadn't even spoken the words to herself until now—but deep within, she was certain that her connection with Orm was real, and it went beyond the superficiality of their work.
Just as Lingling was deep in thought, a knock echoed at her door. "Come in," she called, her voice calm, betraying none of the turmoil beneath the surface.
The door opened, and Orm stepped inside. Lingling felt a warm rush when she saw her. Orm’s presence always had a way of lighting up the room, but this time, it seemed to bring with it something more. Lingling couldn’t help but smile, though she quickly composed herself.
Orm approached with a purposeful stride, standing before Lingling, and with a respectful tone, she said, *
"Sawasdee kha, Ma’am.”
Orm had come to thank Lingling for the new role she had been given in the company and for Lingling's unwavering support and leadership during her transition. Orm was genuinely appreciative, and Lingling could see that her gratitude was sincere. The moment, however, was much more than that. Orm’s presence made Lingling feel a sense of peace, and her words were a reminder of the quiet understanding between them.
Lingling smiled softly, acknowledging her effort with a gentle nod. “You deserve this, Orm. You’ve worked hard for it.”
Orm’s eyes shimmered with gratitude. She nodded, her voice filled with sincerity as she said, “Thank you so much, Ma’am.”
Lingling gave a small smile, her expression lightening. “Umm... don’t call me Ma’am anymore, Nong Orm” she said, her voice soft but confident.
Orm paused, taken aback. It wasn’t the formality she was used to hearing from Lingling, and the use of "Nong" was an unexpected shift. It left her momentarily confused, even slightly shocked. “Umm, Ma’am, did I do something wrong? Should I be calling you something else?” Orm asked, her voice laced with concern.
Lingling chuckled lightly, this time letting herself relax into the moment. “No, nothing wrong at all. ‘Ma’am’ just feels too formal, don’t you think? You can call me something else.” Her words felt natural, more personal than ever before, and her smile made it clear that this was not a mistake—this was a choice.
Orm stood frozen for a moment, caught in the surprise of Lingling’s easy smile and casual demeanor. She had never seen Lingling this way—so at ease, so unguarded. It left Orm feeling both confused and comforted. Then, after a brief pause, she hesitantly offered, “Umm, Khun Sirilak?”
Lingling shook her head immediately, “No.”
Orm furrowed her brow, thinking hard, before suddenly a spark of excitement lit her face. “P'Ling?” she asked, her voice tentative but hopeful.
Lingling’s smile deepened, and she gave a subtle nod. “Yes, I like that. From now on, call me P'Ling.”
For a brief moment, they locked eyes, the air between them thick with unspoken emotions. Orm could feel the weight of the shift in their dynamic, the growing intimacy in their exchange. But as the moment lingered, Orm quickly felt a wave of awkwardness. She had been gazing at her boss for too long. “Umm, I should get back to work,” she said, almost as if to break the sudden tension.
Lingling, feeling the same unspoken shift, nodded in understanding the need to return to normalcy.
As the office emptied and the workday came to a close, Lingling made her way out of the building. The cool evening air greeted her as she stepped into the front office area, walking towards the street where her driver was waiting by the car.
As she approached, a sudden screech of tires filled the air, followed by the abrupt sound of a car halting sharply. Lingling’s heart skipped a beat ,eyes widened, feeling frozen for a moment as her gaze snapped toward the noise.
"Nong Orm..."
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