[Kitchen. The challenge begins. Staff watch as Jam sets a timer.]
Jam. Rachata
(coldly):
Nong film... 20 minutes.
One dish, if you fail, you leave.
Film. Thanapat
(determined):
Yes, Phi Jam.
[Film works quickly, balancing Thai herbs with western spices. Sweat drips down his face. (Everyone whispers) (Ohm clenches his fists in worry.)]
Ohm Pawat
(thinking):
Nong... don't break down.
[Jam watches Film closely, but behind his sharp eyes, something stirs. Film's focus, his hands, his fire—it reminds Jam of himself years ago.]
Film. Thanapat
(panting, plating dish at the last second):
Done.
Jam. Rachata
(tasting slowly, then sets spoon down):
...Passable.
Film. Thanapat
(frowns):
Passable?
Jam. Rachata
(steps closer, voice low):
For a beginner, you've got guts. But don't get cocky.
[Film accidently brushes Jam's hand while taking back the plate. Both freeze for a second. Film's heart races. Jam's eyes flicker with something unspoken before he quickly looks away.]
Ohm Pawat
(noticing, thinking):
Hah... interesting.
Jam. Rachata
(snaps back coldly):
Starting tomorrow, You're in my kitchen. Fail once—you're out forever.
(Later that night, Jam alone in his office. He stares at an old photo of his grandmother and his father.)
Jam. Rachata
(inner voice):
You always said I was nothing. That talent skipped me... that only business mattered. You abandoned me for my uncle's side.
Jam. Rachata
(clenching fists):
One day, I'll show you. I'll bring justice—for my family, and for everyone you destroyed.
(He looks at Film's resume in the desk. A faint smile appears.)
Jam. Rachata
(softly):
Maybe... I finally found someone who can stand beside me in this war.
.
{Jam closes his eyes, torn between his growing feelings for Film and his burning desire for revenge.}
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