Chapter 7

One week passed.

Mirawadee went to work as usual. And she wrote a leave of absence letter to her boss. By saying that her best friend is sick. She needs to travel upcountry. Even if you miss work for many days, it doesn’t make the job fall out. When she comes back, she must work hard as usual.

Despite her early age, a young female salesperson is successful in her job. Was promoted to the group leader and is also an excellent seller in the department. She works at a firm that offers import-related items. There are other brands that are manufactured in-house for both domestic and international markets. She, for one, oversaw imported products.

“Master, the customer requested we reduce the price.”

Mirawadee, who was on the work phone, raised her hand and finished speaking with the customer before turning around to answer, “What’s up?”

“The client requested that the price of the imported product be limited. So, I have already bargained with the supplier of the foreign product. However, he stated he cannot lower it. Uh...if you don’t reduce this job, competitors may take you away.” Sitra said, telling the head about the details.

“Competitors that user gives to compare our prices each year, correct?”

“Yes, but rivals have lowered the price extremely low this year. There will be no profit if we do what the customers say.”

The woman sighed and nodded.

“Give me the customer’s phone number. I’ll handle the conversation on my own.”

“Yes.” Sitra handed her the paperwork and then walked away.

The sudden appearance of so much work confused Mirawadee because she had been missing for several days. The young woman takes a big breath. There was no time to think about anything else but work.

Several hours passed until it was time for a lunch break, and she was still working. When the time was nearing the end of the noon break, the woman got up from her desk to pack her things. Just as Sitra walked in.

“This afternoon, you don’t come back to the office, right?”

Mirawadee nodded, “Yes, I’m going out to meet customers.”

She smiled at her minions as they exited the room, took the elevator, and walked directly to the parking lot. A young woman loads her belongings into the backseat and travels to lunch before meeting her customers for an appointment.

In the afternoon, Mirawadee meets with clients at a company to discuss job details and sign employment contracts. About the installation of new electrical appliances that have recently been launched abroad, including the duration of brothel maintenance and training for the use of those who control them. After that, she spent the rest of his time looking for a room to live in. Of course, but for a company that only asks for sales and profits to achieve what the boss wants, there is nothing to worry about. And she always succeeds admirably.

She drove along the road looking for the rooms. Because technology is progressively being replaced, the rooms have altered. It differs from the ancient days, according to many old people’s stories.

There is still no acceptable and affordable pricing. Mirawadee does not want to pay for costly accommodations. Although there is money to be paid, she believes that there is no need to pay a high price for this location.

She sighed. “Talking to that individual again is not very trustworthy. The rental accommodation that I choose is too costly.”

She mumbled to herself before driving back to the hotel one more time. Mirawadee picked up the documents to continue working for her. She strides to the elevator to enter. But she hated it when a large man came in front of her. The woman with the shocked expression And I think it’s it. She hurried back, intending to run away. But there were also people surrounded by traps.

“You guys! Help!”

She cried out for help, hoping someone would pass by.

“Don’t even think about running away. No matter how you escape, you can’t escape.” That voice and smile frightened Mirawadee. They can even come into the parking lot for hotel guests. This shows that the human trafficker must have a connection.

She elevated the folder in her hand as if she intended to use it as a shield, but men, five men against a single woman, appeared to realize there was no prospect of salvation. Mirawadee searches for an opportunity to leave. She sped past them as soon as she could. Right now, her automobile was the safest thing to dodge.

Two feet sprint towards the vehicle. But not long after being held back and grabbed back till he collapsed to the ground, bags, and files all over the place. Fear took control, and the body lost responsiveness. She didn’t want to return to that filthy environment. It would be better if she had to go back and fight and die now.

Mirawadee rose and groped for a big bag, aiming to smack the person nearest to him on the head. When the opposing side avoids So, she fled, but...

“Where to flee” Both arms were torn and held behind him. The girl struggles to break free from the shackles of the bad guys.

“Let me go! You guys are so bad!” She gave a disgusting look and hurriedly raised a loud voice in case anyone could see the incident. “Can anyone help? These people will catch me. They’ll take me, uh.”

Mirawadee had no resistance to greater strength. They also used a towel to cover their lips to prevent them from shouting too loudly. No, the young woman understood it was doping. The body, which had tried to resist until the very last moment, came to a halt.

“Go, go, go quickly.” A young woman’s unconscious body was carried over one’s shoulder. it proceeded to a parked automobile but was halted by a gorgeous man who stood in his way.

“I can’t let her go with you guys,” said the young man in a cold and courteous tone. His calm eyes stared at the person in front of him, unfazed or afraid. A smile spread across his face. “I gave you time to let her run.”

“Hey, who are you? Go back if you don’t want to die.”

Rachata looked at it with a calm gaze and smiled.

“You deliver the goods first, I’ll follow you later,” said the other man, intercepting the raja, for the others to hurriedly escort the girl into the car.

The young man looked at the young woman who was being carried away in the car. He didn’t hesitate to immediately take down the people standing in his way. Whoever is bigger can fight with his strength. Rachata hand-pressed mercilessly to the other party’s neck. But it doesn’t mean to kill. The cold eyes looked at the person who was squirming in fear of death pathetically.

“Don’t worry, I will murder no one.”

True to his words, it nearly destroyed the other side. Rachata used his brute strength to crash against the wall before racing over to block the driving car. He unlocked the door and cleared the clutter in his path before retrieving the girl from the automobile, not forgetting to say:

“And then tell your boss. Don’t mess with her if you don’t want to die. We’ll see you next time. Maybe it isn’t just the agony.”