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Chapter 12: The Girl in the Frame A month before Larry Schuett officially stepped down, Lena was called into his office. She expected contracts. Another meeting or another quiet test disguised as a conversation. What she did not expect was the man sitting across from her father. He was around Larry’s age, dressed in a tailored suit, his presence calm but unmistakably powerful. His eyes were kind, but there was weight behind them. The kind that belonged to men who had spent their lives building something people could not easily touch. Larry looked up. “Lena.” She walked closer. “Dad.” The man stood. “This is Wirat,” Larry said. The name touched something faint in Lena’s mind, but she did not place it yet. Wirat smiled and extended his hand. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Lena.” His voice was gentle. Almost fatherly. Lena took his hand. “The pleasure is mine, sir.” Wirat studied her with quiet interest. “You remind me of my daughter.” Lena stilled. Daughter. Then Larry continued, “Mr. Wirat Taechamongkalapiwat.” Something inside Lena shifted. Taechamongkalapiwat. Miu. Her face did not change. Her posture stayed perfect. Her hand slipped from Wirat’s with practiced grace. No one noticed. Lena made sure of it. Larry gestured to the chair beside him. “Sit.” She sat. Her body obeyed before her mind fully returned. Larry folded his hands on the desk. “Mr. Wirat and I have been discussing a project.” Wirat leaned forward slightly. “My family owns private land in the mountains, about an hour from Bangkok. Untouched. Valuable. Difficult, but extraordinary if developed properly.” “A luxury estate,” Larry added. “Private villas, wellness residences, fine dining, gardens, retreat facilities. Something internationally recognized.” Lena listened. The business part of her mind sharpened at once. Land. Scale. Risk. Opportunity. Then Larry looked at her. “I want you to handle it.” Lena met his gaze. “As what?” “As the new president and CEO.” For a moment, the room went very quiet. This was not only a project. It was her first test. Her first major move as the face of Schuett Conglomerate. A project tied to her father’s trust, the board’s expectations, and the name she had spent years learning how to carry. And beneath all of that, one name remained. Taechamongkalapiwat. Miu’s family. Lena told herself Miu would not be involved. Miu was abroad and had her own life. This would be with Wirat, lawyers, architects, and executives. Not her. Never her. Larry watched her. “Are you willing to take it?” Lena looked at Wirat, then back at her father. “Yes.” Wirat smiled. “Your father speaks very highly of you.” Lena gave a polite smile. “Then I hope I do not disappoint either of you.” So Lena took the project because it mattered and because it was her first as CEO. Because the board would be watching. Because success was the only language she still trusted. And after Larry stepped down, Lena worked directly with Wirat Taechamongkalapiwat. Meeting after meeting. Contract after contract. The name became something she could manage on paper. A company. A partner. A signature. Anything but a memory. She never asked about Miu. Not once. Some doors were easier to survive when they stayed closed. ⸻ A week after returning from a business trip abroad, Lena went back to her usual routine as if exhaustion were something she had already signed away. Meetings before sunrise. Reports before breakfast. Calls through lunch. Documents past midnight. By the time she landed back in Bangkok, the news of Miu Taechamongkalapiwat’s return had already spread. Lena did not see it. Her phone showed only business. Her assistant filtered everything that was not urgent. Her life was built to keep her moving forward. Not back. That evening, Tongta called. Lena almost ignored it. Then she answered with a sigh. “What?” Tongta’s voice came smoothly. “I missed you too.” “I’m busy.” ---->CONT. IN COMMENTS #lenamiu #miunatsha #lalinalena #storytime
Chapter 12: The Girl in the Frame A month before Larry Schuett officially stepped down, Lena was called into his office. She expected contracts. Another meeting or another quiet test disguised as a conversation. What she did not expect was the man sitting across from her father. He was around Larry’s age, dressed in a tailored suit, his presence calm but unmistakably powerful. His eyes were kind, but there was weight behind them. The kind that belonged to men who had spent their lives building something people could not easily touch. Larry looked up. “Lena.” She walked closer. “Dad.” The man stood. “This is Wirat,” Larry said. The name touched something faint in Lena’s mind, but she did not place it yet. Wirat smiled and extended his hand. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Lena.” His voice was gentle. Almost fatherly. Lena took his hand. “The pleasure is mine, sir.” Wirat studied her with quiet interest. “You remind me of my daughter.” Lena stilled. Daughter. Then Larry continued, “Mr. Wirat Taechamongkalapiwat.” Something inside Lena shifted. Taechamongkalapiwat. Miu. Her face did not change. Her posture stayed perfect. Her hand slipped from Wirat’s with practiced grace. No one noticed. Lena made sure of it. Larry gestured to the chair beside him. “Sit.” She sat. Her body obeyed before her mind fully returned. Larry folded his hands on the desk. “Mr. Wirat and I have been discussing a project.” Wirat leaned forward slightly. “My family owns private land in the mountains, about an hour from Bangkok. Untouched. Valuable. Difficult, but extraordinary if developed properly.” “A luxury estate,” Larry added. “Private villas, wellness residences, fine dining, gardens, retreat facilities. Something internationally recognized.” Lena listened. The business part of her mind sharpened at once. Land. Scale. Risk. Opportunity. Then Larry looked at her. “I want you to handle it.” Lena met his gaze. “As what?” “As the new president and CEO.” For a moment, the room went very quiet. This was not only a project. It was her first test. Her first major move as the face of Schuett Conglomerate. A project tied to her father’s trust, the board’s expectations, and the name she had spent years learning how to carry. And beneath all of that, one name remained. Taechamongkalapiwat. Miu’s family. Lena told herself Miu would not be involved. Miu was abroad and had her own life. This would be with Wirat, lawyers, architects, and executives. Not her. Never her. Larry watched her. “Are you willing to take it?” Lena looked at Wirat, then back at her father. “Yes.” Wirat smiled. “Your father speaks very highly of you.” Lena gave a polite smile. “Then I hope I do not disappoint either of you.” So Lena took the project because it mattered and because it was her first as CEO. Because the board would be watching. Because success was the only language she still trusted. And after Larry stepped down, Lena worked directly with Wirat Taechamongkalapiwat. Meeting after meeting. Contract after contract. The name became something she could manage on paper. A company. A partner. A signature. Anything but a memory. She never asked about Miu. Not once. Some doors were easier to survive when they stayed closed. ⸻ A week after returning from a business trip abroad, Lena went back to her usual routine as if exhaustion were something she had already signed away. Meetings before sunrise. Reports before breakfast. Calls through lunch. Documents past midnight. By the time she landed back in Bangkok, the news of Miu Taechamongkalapiwat’s return had already spread. Lena did not see it. Her phone showed only business. Her assistant filtered everything that was not urgent. Her life was built to keep her moving forward. Not back. That evening, Tongta called. Lena almost ignored it. Then she answered with a sigh. “What?” Tongta’s voice came smoothly. “I missed you too.” “I’m busy.” ---->CONT. IN COMMENTS #lenamiu #miunatsha #lalinalena #storytime

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