Forth stood with his hands on his waist. His face was calm, but his eyes were razor sharp.
Sam-manager, Dami-stylist, froze in their seats. They knew, Forth was very angry this time.
Forth has a unique nature when it comes to expressing angry expressions. He will nag when he is upset about something small that bothers him, hit or throw something when he gets angry, and be silent when his anger is over the limit.
At this time, he was speechless, only his eyes spoke, uttering death threats to anyone who dared to disturb him.
"Put the news down immediately. Don't let me see it in even the smallest article column when I get back."
Forth hissed every word in an icy cold voice. He grabbed his leather jacket from the back of one of the chairs and walked out of Sam's manager's room.
The sound of his big motorcycle growling furiously a few minutes later. Sam and Nami breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phi Sam, we have to fix this problem immediately. The fan meeting schedule is only three weeks away. Phi Forth will cancel everything if this problem isn't resolved," Nami said in a trembling voice.
Sam pounded the table. "I'll find the culprit. If necessary I'll hire the best detective in Thailand to investigate this."
Sam's phone rang and seeing the name on the screen, Sam took a deep breath.
Nami stared at Sam's phone screen with squinted eyes. "Phi, pick it up."
"You pick up. Say I'm leaving and I left my phone behind."
"No. I have to clean up Phi Forth's wardrobe. I don't want him to be angry again if when he comes back and his wardrobe is still a mess and he's having a hard time finding his favorite T-shirts."
Sam cursed when he saw Nami half running, out of his room. "Damn, that girl!"
Sam picked up his phone and touched the picture of the accept call button. "Yes, Phi?"
"Where's Forth? The phone's off."
Sam closed his eyes. He is dead today.
*****
Forth blast his bike to the north. He would go as far as he could and wouldn't want anyone to find him. What has happened in the past week has been very dizzying and Forth is tired.
Forth has turned off his phone and deactivated all his social media accounts. Sam and his men will clean up all the mess that happened. He has paid them dearly and now is the time for them to prove themselves as good managers.
Forth's anger gradually subsided as he moved further away from the bustling city center. Forth was always at peace whenever he drove north. The cool air and quiet streets make Forth forget the hustle and bustle of big city life.
Forth was watching a red-tailed bird passing in front of his motorbike when suddenly someone jumped out of the bushes on the side of the road, a few meters ahead of Forth's speeding motorbike.
Forth braked his motorbike with all his might so as not to hit the man and he lost his balance.
Forth threw himself on the side, rolled several times on the asphalt and allowed his motorbike to slide to the side of the road and stop after hitting a bush.
Forth looked up into the sky and saw how blue the sky above him was. Then his eyes closed.
The person who almost got hit by Forth fell silent in the middle of the road. He watched the motorcycle and driver fall and separate. His knees were shaking and he was pale.
Moments later, the scream of the red-tailed bird he was aiming for woke him up. The man looked at Forth's motorbike, half of which went into the bushes, then turned to Forth lying on his back on the other side of the road.
"Oh My God," the person hunted towards Forth. He crouched down next to Forth's body and began to examine.
Forth's forehead was torn and fresh blood flowed from it to the side of Forth's right face. Forth's arms were bent beneath his body and along his arms and legs were scuffs and bruises.
"Mister, hey, sir, can you hear my voice?" the man gently patted Forth's cheek.
Forth groaned. His whole body ached. He slowly opened his eyes and saw something amazing. Forth's head was spinning and he was sure what he was seeing must be an illusion.
Forth took a deep breath. He mumbled before falling back unconscious. "I am in heaven."
The man frowned in panic. "No. No. No. Oh My God, what have I done to this man. Oh God!"
*****
