Chapter 8 — There's No More Room For You

300,000 on the debt paper, turned into a ground-level glass window filled with green trees on Chu Au Vi's balcony. That bedroom, that window, that sunlight. Every inch is my blood, sweat, and blood. I exported the statement from the bank, took a photo of the transfer history, sent one copy to the lawyer, and one copy was saved in a folder named "Awake". Having done these things, I opened the email that had been in my inbox for a long time. The title is: Bangkok, Brand Manager, Overseas Delegation. Posted date was one month ago. That was the email I received on the third day after surgery. My stomach was still wrapped in gauze, lying on the hospital bed when I received this email informing me of my admission. I was recommended by a customer who cooperated with me. He said their Southeast Asia region is expanding, needs an independent person to lead the team, requires the ability to withstand high pressure, and can accept long-term business trips abroad. After reading the compensation terms, I made three phone calls. First, ask clearly about the term of appointment - three years or more. Second, ask clearly about salary and stock bonuses. Third call, ask about the time to accept the job. Next month. Then I put the phone down, lay on the bed, and pulled the blanket up to my chest. The small incision on the abdomen is still dull and painful. That's my body reminding me: You once lost a child. That child has a father who will never appear for him. My tears wet my pillow. After crying, I opened the email and clicked on the confirmation button to accept the job. And now it officially takes effect. * One month later, Bangkok. The airport was bustling with people, I pushed the luggage cart and walked out of the arrival hall. The tropical air mixed with the scent of lemongrass and jasmine, blew damply on my face. Everything in the country was completely cut off by me with a customs gate. New phone number, new email, new address. Only attorneys can contact me via encrypted email. The first week he arrived in Bangkok, he sent a summary of his progress. *"A lawsuit has been filed with the Lam Giang District Court. The residence status of defendants Tham X and Chu *"The other party proposed mediation. Judge X agreed to pay the principal, but refused to pay interest. Refused."* Second month. *"The court has accepted the case. Chu *"The defendant's lawyer called and said that Tham By the third month in Bangkok, an unexpected message popped up. *"Miss Trinh, there has been a major incident on the other side. The cross-border e-commerce project in charge of Chu That cross-border project was created by me from scratch. Suppliers, taxes, legalities, joint venture brands, I have marked every "bomb hole" in every step. I save those notes in my diary
Sign personal projects, not synchronized to the cloud system. Those diary pages are now lying dormant on an encrypted USB, the password of which only I know. Chu Au Vi stole my title, but he couldn't steal my mind. She thought changing her name would change her destiny. Fate is something that cannot be obtained by stealing. I closed my laptop and poured myself a glass of water.