RULES OF THE GAME (English) BounPrem

Game over

Prem turned pale. Hitting the cancel button on his phone, he sank into his thoughts. First the text message and now this. What's going on? And is one connected to the other? Maybe not at all. He should think it over and talk to the police first.

- What's going on? - Boun looked at him questioningly.

Warut put the phone down and turned to the blond man, still in a state of confusion.

- We need to get back to Bangkok immediately. Our office has been attacked. The police are already checking it, - he mumbled.

- Is it that serious? - Boun frowned. - Then get ready. I'll book the flight tickets.

An hour later, they were on the plane bound for Bangkok. After arriving, Prem picked up his car from the parking lot and both men drove straight to the office.

As they approached the location, it became clear that this was a serious matter. The glass front door was shattered, as were the window panes. Shards were everywhere. The door was covered in police tape. The men lifted it and entered. It looked as if a massive hurricane had blown through the office. There was broken furniture everywhere, papers strewn about, computer monitors smashed. Basically, there was nothing of value in the office, except for a couple of Safes. But they were untouched. So that begged the question: who would want to just smash the place up?

A police officer approached them as he continued to write something down in his papers.

- Are you Mr. Warut Chawalitrujiwong? The general manager of the company?

- Yes, officer, I am. Can you tell me what happened here?

- It's difficult to say exactly. We've made an inspection and taken all the necessary notes and pictures. According to your employee, no valuables were stolen, and the Safes are still in place. So in this case we're going to file a case of willful damage to property. We've already requested CCTV footage from the building. So the results of the investigation will come later, - the policeman said. - Tell me, Mr. Warut, do you have any enemies? Perhaps you've had an argument with someone recently?

- No. Definitely not. Do you think it could have been a revenge?

- Anything's possible. If you remember anything, let me know. That's all for now. We'll let you know how the case progresses if we find anything.

- Thank you!

Several police officers left the room, leaving the two men in the middle of the mess. Warut dialed the secretary's number.

- Melanie, please call maintenance and cleaning services. We need to get this office cleaned up as soon as possible.

- Of course, Mr. Warut.

A week has passed since that day. The office was repaired and restored. Work went on as usual. The officer had already called Mr. Warut to update him on the progress of the case. As expected, it was not possible to find out who was involved in the riot. Only two people were seen on the video camera footage. They were dressed in black with masks on their faces, which made it impossible to identify them. They had bats in their hands. They wore gloves, so no fingerprints were left behind. Without any hard evidence, the case was a dead end. You could say it's been shelved.

As for Prem's relationship with Boun, they were now dating. And although it was not a secret, they kept their distance at work, so as not to spread rumors among the employees and not to hear whispers behind their backs. After all, personal life should not interfere with work and spoil the image of the boss, which is what Warut always strived for.

Having finished the usual business conversation, Prem was once again rereading the documents he had to sign. His cell phone rang loudly. The man carelessly picked it up and looked at the screen. Glancing at the message, he dropped it on the table in surprise. An unknown number again: