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Wirata had learned that Stefan\'s \'Quick Loan\' business was a serious business. She was sure he was a loan shark but who would be stupid to say out loud in front of the mafia boss. She had watched him in a dark, mafia-like face, negotiating and intimidating debtors who were not paying on time. Saw that he didn\'t take or listen to any excuses the debtors. Wirata secretly wondered how many he had killed because she saw that everyone was afraid of him, they were nervous and frightened the name, Stefan Mackenzie.

Wirata thank God that her day had finished finally. She went to her mother\'s instead of going to the apartment. It\'s Friday so she wanted to help her mother at the restaurant.

*******

Later on that night, in the penthouse, top floor of the Grand MC Hotel.

"Hey, Ben, look at this."

Ben shouted to his partner. The time was 10 o\'clock, both of them showered, had dinner, then sat in the living room in the penthouse while Stefan was in the working room next to it.

As Stefan\'s bodyguards, the job wasn\'t just to protect the boss from all danger, but the two bodyguards also acted as his \'Good All Round\' men.

Stefan wasn\'t into social chitchat stuff, he wasn\'t on Facebook, nor Line, nor Instagram, nor nothing. He had no time to waste to tell the world what he had been up to, why the hell he had to do that or why people had to do that, Stefan couldn\'t get his head around it. A man like him was for real, no need to build up his profiles and images to impress any online human beings.

So Ben and James assumed that it was their duty to follow the interesting news, trends and all the movements around the globe for their boss.\'s sake. For them, the benefits of messing on social networks were... lots of beautiful women out there. The profiles that the boss might like, something like... super hot models and movie stars for example.

"What?"

Ben asked and moved his eyes from the tablet in his hands to look at the screen James was looking at. There was Sam Mackenzie\'s Facebook page was on it.

"What is it?"

Ben asked again, didn\'t get what James wanted him to see. On the screen, there was an image of Sam sitting on the bed, his left leg was splinted. There were conversations going on under the picture.

Princess Sophia: \'What hard work.\'

Sato: \'What happened????\'

Princess Sophia: \'The doctor hurt his leg and someone has to serve him in bed. And that someone happens to be ME.\'

Sato: \'OMG, how did he do that, are you alright, Sam????\'

Sammie: \'Hey, it\'s not that bad girls, don\'t be worried about your handsome boyfriend here.\'

And there was a long thread of dialogues after that. James was sliding the screen down and reading the whole lot with concentration.

Princess Sophia: He\'s okay, but I am not, how come a princess has to serve a guy like this one, disgusting.\'

Sammie: \'You don\'t realize how lucky you are darling, as there are a lot of ladies out there who want to serve me in bed. hehe...\'

Sato: \'Real or pretending?...hum. Maybe you just want your princess to pay attention huh, Sammie?\'

The statement made James who liked to use his brain for his work think hard.

Sammie: \'Lovely princess\'s going to give my nice breakfast in bed, can\'t wait....oh I\'m waiting, waiting...waiting...Tik Tik Tik.\'

้Sato: \'Ha Ha... ooh, I can see clearly now that the two people in London are happy ever after... be sweet and nice to each other kids.\'

James and Ben finished reading then turned to look at each other.

"What do you think?" James asked his close friend. Ben used his finger scratching his chin in a gesture that he was thinking.

"At least I know who is that \'Sato\'."

James said with confidence.

"Who?" Ben asked

"Are you stupid? It\'s got to be... Fist Fist Fist."

James replied with an annoyed tone. Ben and James called Miss pretty Wirata behind the boss\'s back that... Fist Fist Fist... as she had given their boss 3 punches up to now and still counting.

Ben read the dialogues again and then nodded in agreement. Most Americans and people who had never been to Thailand might not know \'Sato\' and got their head spun because of it... But not James and Ben, they had been there and done it! Sato was Thai Rice Wine, the tastes and the strength of alcohol were various, depending on regions and who made it. So, in this case, if they weren\'t wrong. Sato who was on Sam\'s Facebook, she\'d got to be...Miss Fist Fist Fist!

"I think you\'re right. something\'s smelling fishy here. It sounds strange to me. My instinct\'s telling me that there\'s something going on between Sam and Sophia, in the bamboo groves, there must be bamboo shoots."

Ben said, and as always, Ben was good at making people dizzy with his language and slang, sometimes you have to translate English to English to truly understand what he meant to say.

"Hum.... reading between the lines, Fist Fist Fist...teasing Sam and Sophia like that, why didn\'t she get jealous or anything, she\'s supposed to be his girlfriend?"

James muttered in his throat with his hands stroking his chin just like Ben.

"Or ... maybe Fist Fist Fist and Sam aren\'t the bamboos in the same grove." Ben said.

"Or Fist Fist Fist and Sam and Sophia are like...ahh threesome," James whispered to Ben.

"Or Fist Fist Fist..."

Before Ben could have a chance to finish his saying. There was a loud and annoying voice shouting from the next room.

"Excuse me! How long will it take for you two to finish biting each other\'s ears? And If you want some fists why don\'t you just come in here I have plenty to give, and sure as hell it more than 3 fists!

The loud authoritative edgy voice made Ben and James jumped, didn\'t think the boss was listening. They thought they only whispered but sometimes when got excited, they didn\'t know themselves.

"Shall we tell him?" James whispered to Ben.

"Telling him about what?" Ben whispered back.

"About this, that Sam and Fist Fist Fist might not be lovers as the boss was thinking."

James continued in low voice.

"I think we should leave it a bit longer, let\'s make sure first." Ben gave his opinion to his friend.

"You two come in here. And tell me what it is all about before I run out of my limited patience and give you my fist!".

The loud voice inserted between their whispering again. So the bodyguards hurried to get up and walk into the room.