@harumi_exe_: Part - 1 The Hosuwan and Prasitdumrong families have been bitter corporate rivals for generations, dating back to the companies founded by their ancestors. Even now, both families continue competing for influence, market share, and power. Bam Saralee is the only daughter among the two Prasitdumrong sons, while Oom Eisaya is the only daughter of the Hosuwan family. They grew up competing against each other, always trying to outdo one another at business meetings, award ceremonies, and industry events. There has never been a normal conversation between them—only sarcasm, sharp remarks, and subtle challenges. A grand international business gala is being held, bringing together CEOs, executives, investors, and powerful business families to celebrate a major corporate merger. Oom stands near the refreshment area, calmly observing the room while sipping her wine. Then her eyes land on Bam, who has just entered with her two brothers. Their eyes meet. The familiar tension immediately returns. Bam glances at Oom and smirks. Oom walks toward Bam. The click of Oom’s heels is sharp and deliberate as she crosses the ballroom. Guests instinctively move aside. She stops in front of Bam, interrupting her conversation with a billionaire tech CEO. Bam finally turns toward her. The CEO looks between them before awkwardly retreating. “Eisaya” Just her name. “You seem busy,” Oom says coolly. “I was.” Bam lifts her champagne glass. “You walked all the way across the ballroom just to interrupt a conversation.” “I wanted to see whether that little smirk was intentional.” Bam’s lips curl slightly. “It was.” A beat of silence. “You’re enjoying this.” “Immensely.” Bam takes a slow sip. “But I’m curious, Eisaya. Why does it bother you so much?” smirk That smirk—Oom hates it, yet somehow finds herself fascinated by it. Oom’s fingers tighten around her wineglass before she forces them to relax. Bam always does this. Always pushes. Always dares Oom in ways no one else ever has the nerve to do. “You smile,” Oom says flatly, “like you’ve already won something.” Her voice is cold, but beneath it lies interest and fascination mixed with irritation. “Cuz I do. I always win.” The words hit like a slap. Oom’s eyes flash. Then, unexpectedly, she laughs—a short, sharp laugh that surprises even her. “Funny? Are the Hosuwan worth laughing at?” The laughter dies instantly. Oom’s expression hardens. She steps closer, lowering her voice. “Careful, Saralee” “Don’t threaten me, Eisaya” Oom doesn’t blink. “I wasn’t threatening you.” Her voice remains calm and deadly. “I was reminding you.” Bam holds her gaze. “If you want to prove you are better than me, prove it at the coming project tender.” The challenge lands between them. The tender is one of the biggest infrastructure contracts of the year, worth billions. Both Prasitdumrong Holdings and Hosuwan Group have been preparing for it for months. Now it isn’t simply business. It is personal. Oom’s eyes narrow. “You’re serious.” Not a question. Bam gives her a faint smile. “But you think you can’t? You can get out now.” The insult is pure Prasitdumrong arrogance—as though Oom has already lost. Oom’s smile disappears. Something colder replaces it. Bam isn’t just challenging Hosuwan Group. She is challenging her. Oom steps closer and locks eyes with her. “I don’t lose tenders.” Flat. Certain. No bravado. “Let’s see.” Bam smirks and walks away. The smirk lingers like a slap as Bam turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd. Oom doesn’t move. She watches her leave, her expression unreadable. Let’s see. Two words. A challenge. And Oom hates being underestimated—especially by her. Without another sip of wine, Oom turns and heads toward the private family suite, where the Hosuwan legal team is already preparing for the tender. This isn’t just about winning anymore. It is war dressed as paperwork. And Eisaya Hosuwan has no intention of losing. #fyp #oombam #oomeisaya #bamsaralee #fanfic

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