Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

and Nick saw that it contained stacks and stacks of different-colored fabrics, the kind she
used to make the beautiful silk patchwork quilts that hung at the foot of the bed in every
guest room. At the bottom of the suitcase was a bundle tied in dark blue satin fabric.
“When your Ah Ma was in the hospital, she asked Astrid to gather a few things from the
vault and various hiding places she had. Astrid brought these down to me, to be kept for
you. I don’t think your Ah Ma wanted any of your aunties getting their hands on these,”
Ah Ling said, handing Nick the bundle. He undid the knotted satin and found a small
rectangular leather box. Inside was a vintage pocket watch on a gold chain signed Patek,
Philippe & Cie, a silk coin purse full of gold sovereigns, and a small stack of old letters
tied in yellowed ribbon. At the bottom of the box lay a newer, crisper envelope with
“Nicky” on the front in his grandmother’s elegant handwriting. Nick tore open the letter
and began reading it immediately:
Dear Nicky,
I feel that time is running short and I don’t know whether I will see you
again. There are so many things I had wished to tell you, but never found
the chance or the courage. Here are some things I am entrusting to you.
They do not belong to me, but to a gentleman named Jirasit Sirisindhu.
Please return these things to him on my behalf. He lives in Thailand, and
your auntie Cat will know how to find him. I am also entrusting you with
this mission because you will want to meet Jirasit in person. When I am
no longer here, he will be able to provide you with the resources that you
will need. I know I can count on him to be of great help to you.
Love,
Your Ah Ma
“Thank you for safeguarding these things for me!” Nick said, kissing Ah Ling on the
cheek as he left her room. He walked across the courtyard to the main house and went up
the stairs to his bedroom, where he found Rachel working on her laptop.
“Good walk?” Rachel looked up.
“You’ll never believe this, but something rather remarkable just landed in my hands!”
Nick waved the letter at her excitedly.
Nick sat on the edge of the bed and quickly read the letter to her.
Rachel’s brow furrowed as she listened to the cryptic letter. “I wonder what it all
means? Do you know this guy? Jirasit?”
“I’ve never once heard my grandmother utter his name.”
“Let’s google him quickly,” Rachel said. She typed in the name and it popped up
immediately.
“M.C. Jirasit Sirisindhu is a grandson of King Chulalongkorn of Thailand. He is an
exceedingly reclusive figure but is said to be one of the wealthiest individuals in the