The Miracle: A Collection by THE PINKLIVINGROOM 

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November 15, Year '70 | 3:30 PM

The grand auditorium of Powersoft BK was packed with journalists from every major outlet, their cameras aimed and ready to capture the ascension of Suparuj Pithithak. Despite the scandalous shadow cast by Cherine’s mysterious disappearance, the gears of a national-scale conglomerate did not cease to turn.

Amidst the chaos, a tall, slender man in a brown suit appeared. This was Thanachai Pithithak, the second son. With his refined features and bright, friendly eyes, he offered a smile so gentle that the media swarmed toward him in unison.

"Mr. Thanachai! How does it feel to witness the unveiling of the new President today, despite the heavy opposition from the board members who have always supported you?" a female reporter asked aggressively.

Thanachai paused, a polite smile gracing his lips. "I respect my father’s decision. He has undoubtedly considered carefully who is most suited for Powersoft BK at this time. I will always honor both my brother and my father."

"But your record is far cleaner than Mr. Suparuj’s. Many executives are worried about the company’s direction..."

Thanachai nodded slightly, his demeanor humble yet his eyes firm. "I appreciate the trust you’ve placed in me. I apologize for letting some of you down, but please, have faith in my father." He bowed gracefully before pushing through the crowd into the event, leaving behind the image of a defeated gentleman. However, as he turned toward the stage, his bright eyes dimmed into a deep, cold void... masking a seething envy for the position his elder brother was about to seize—a position he had coveted all his life.

On stage, camera flashes struck Suparuj’s sharp features, making him look like a magnificent statue. He stood beside Badin, his father, who applauded with an air of immense pride. Suparuj scanned the crowd with an icy gaze, a faint smile on his thin lips projecting an aura of absolute power and intimidation.

"I promise that under my leadership, Powersoft BK will soar to its zenith and become the pinnacle of this region."

As he finished, holographic graphs of exponential growth and futuristic projects surged into the air, drawing gasps of awe from the room. Yet, amidst the celebration, a daring journalist shouted out:

"And what about Miss Cherine’s disappearance? How will you take responsibility for this tarnished image?"

The atmosphere instantly froze. Suparuj narrowed his eyes at the reporter before taking a single step forward, his gaze piercing.

"I desire the truth no less than you do," he said calmly. "If you are so certain of my involvement... then present your evidence to me. But if you have none... then please, use your eyes to witness the success of this company from this moment on. Because the answer you seek will come hand-in-hand with the greatness of Powersoft BK."

His deep, commanding voice and fierce gaze were enough to make the reporter sink back into her seat in intimidation. The tension was shattered by a sudden wave of applause. Suparuj stood amidst the flashing lights, which flickered like a lightning storm. He stared forward, as if waiting for something from the crowd.

Suddenly... amidst the commotion, a figure in solid black appeared on the wide hall balcony. A matte-black firearm was raised, aiming directly at its sole target.

Suparuj looked up... and in that heartbeat, time seemed to decelerate. He saw the specter of death staring down the barrel of a gun at him.

BANG!

A massive force tore through the center of his forehead, exiting the back of his skull in a split second. The tall, proud figure who had stood so defiantly collapsed, slamming hard against the concrete floor. Screams erupted throughout the auditorium, drowning out the sound of a heart that was slowly fluttering to a stop.

Suparuj lay on his back, pooling in the blood that began to flood the stage. The flashes from hundreds of cameras continued to strike his lifeless body, like a final light to guide his soul. His pupils dilated; the world around him blurred and was slowly swallowed by a dark, suffocating mist.

Breaking News: A Shockwave through the Business World. Suparuj Pithithak, President of Powersoft BK, brutally assassinated by a mysterious bullet. Dead on stage, mere minutes after taking office.