As soon as they were out of the conference room, Henry stepped aside to talk to his secretary. He asked him why he wasn't informed of the change of the company they were receiving. His secretary looked a bit flustered. Was henry too rough in his questioning? But before he could hear the secretary's answer, someone else answered instead of him.

"Vice president had a family emergency. We could not let you know beforehand. I apologize if we offended you in any way." Songkarn even bowed to Henry a little. Was he serious? He must have known how hard it was for him to see him right now. How hard was it for Songkarn?

"Can we talk a moment in private? Mr. Wright?" How the hell was Henry supposed to deny him this? In front of the whole group of curious gentlemen. Henry didn't even try.

"Yes of course. Let's got to my office."

He led him to the elevators. Wondering how conscious can one person be of another. But as soon as they stepped inside and stood there alone. It truly felt like torture. Henry really had missed him awfully. More than he ever had missed anyone. Adding to his already confused and tortured mind all the memories he last rode in the elevator together with Songkarn, Henry was ready to claw the clothes from his body.

'Was he really here? Why can I not touch him? I really want to. What is he thinking? Oh god! How long would I have to suffer like this? Is this even suffering or is this pleasure and happiness wrapped in pain? Could the elevator really go slower...?' Henry could not turn around to say anything.

When they reached the office, Henry was relieved to put the space of the table between them again and to be able to see him from afar. Was everything he thought really that extremely contradicting? What did Henry really want? He thought about wanting him even after knowing what he did. It would be totally uncaring and not loving at all. It was selfish. Henry felt so incredibly bad. Or was he really so insanely, madly in love with Songkarn that he didn't care anymore? And if... then what didn't he care about? About Songkarn finding out the truth or his heartache later... when, Henry would die?

Songkarn

'Was it all his planning? No, it couldn't be. He had been as surprised as I was. He couldn't hide that initial reaction from me.' These were the thoughts flipping through his head.

It always had looked like too well thought out project. Too smart. Too clearly written for Songkarn. Now it was obvious that it had been written by Henry himself.

Songkarn had almost got a heart attack when Henry entered the conference room. First, he had to hold himself back to not leap over the table to hug him. Then he needed to keep calm because he wanted to attack him and strangle him. After the meeting had ended, he couldn't hold back and had to ask him for a private meeting. He knew Henry wouldn't be able to refuse before all the attention they were at.

All the way to his office Songkarn had to control his fingers, not to reach out to check if he was not dreaming. But Henry had not once looked at him. Not one word was said. Maybe he had finally gone mad and this was some elaborate, insane dream. He would wake up from it at any minute. Shouldn't he use it then, the given time? As effectively as possible. But the guy, who looked so familiar in this strange land, also seemed like someone from another world. He stood in the office, at the other side of his desk, as he had moved back into his comfort zone. Like he was the king in his world. Well, where wasn't he above everyone. Suddenly Songkarn wasn't going to hold back anymore.

At that moment, Songkarn could care less about Henry's fears, which had made him move a whole world away. Removing any possibility for him to have the slightest chance of getting back together with him. If he wanted to stay apart then he would not be in this contradicting denial. Every move and action and non-reaction showed Songkarn that he wanted to be apart from him. Another thought came to Songkarn. 'Overkill'. Like it was all for not to act towards what he really desired for.

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