Your father, Alexander, was a powerful figure, but his influence was mainly within your country. His empire spanned business, politics, and some darker territories, though he kept a low profile internationally. Growing up, you had luxury, security, and constant travel, but little normalcy. Private tutors, bodyguards, and shifting residences left you isolated. One constant was Bang Chan.

Bang Chan wasn’t just your father’s pilot. He’d been hired when you were young, fresh from his military service. He was your father’s most trusted bodyguard and the one who kept everything running smoothly. While you hadn’t paid much attention to him as a child, you began to realize his importance as you grew older. He was always around, always watching, always protecting. Yet, he never let his guard down, and you often wondered if there was more to him than the quiet, professional persona he showed. Now, as you lay on the small bed in the back cabin of the jet, you relaxed, knowing this trip would be no different. Your father would be in business with his partner, and Bang Chan would remain vigilant, watching and protecting.

The hum of the jet’s engines soothed you, and you let your mind wander. You remembered simpler times when everything seemed safer, when you’d sit with your father on these flights, feeling secure. Now, you saw the world differently—an empire built on power and secrecy, with your father always just one step away from something bigger, something dangerous. You turned your gaze out the window, the sky stretching endlessly. You often felt torn between two worlds: the one your father controlled, and the one Bang Chan inhabited—calm, calculating, and always alert. He was never far, but always distant, never truly a part of your life.

As you laid on the small bed, scrolling on your phone, your father came into the room

"Daughter, when we get to Japan, I will be out all the time, so Bangchan will be with you with my credit card too, okay?"

He smiled then walked away, perfect, another lonely trip