Internal Affairs

Chapter : Eight

 Paris drinks the whiskey in his glass.  He was upset with himself.  He has never been this emotional.  He combed his hair then banged his fist on the bar.  But if he was faced with the same situation as yesterday, he might do it again.  He hates that proud face, Beam Jarujitranon.  He really hates him.  Beam easily stole Mr. Oh's attention, Forth, Ming, even Phana.  Something he was sure he could not do if his father did not work for the Jaturapoom family.  He even struggled to become Phana's right hand man.  

 For Phana's sake he will do anything.  He admires Phana and hopes that Phana can succeed and become a ruler in Thailand.  Exceeds Mr Oh.  And he hated it when Beam could easily steal Phana's attention from him.  He remembered how Phana's expression when Beam had defeated his entire bodyguard at that time.  That smile, Paris never saw it.  No, not love, but like satisfaction because getting something rare.  A smile full of admiration and pride.

 "That smile should be mine!"  he said irritably as he hit his fist again at the bar.

 If he can, he wants to get rid of Beam.  Beam is a threat to him.  Paris could feel that Phana would favor Beam over him.

 "I like his honest attitude," Phana said when Phana first saw the bookkeeping of the White Dragon.

 Tsk

 The more he thought about it, his chest getting hotter

 "I'll get rid of him," Paris whispered.

 "Who?"  asked a man, handing a glass of whiskey to Paris.  The man smiled broadly towards Paris.  Make Paris shudder.  He knows the nature of the man next to him.  He is even crazier than Phana.  Really crazy.

 Paris clicked "I want to be alone," he said, refusing the whiskey glass offered by the man beside him.

 "Why? Did Phana finally dump you?"  said the man while sitting casually next to Paris.

 Paris looked away and looked at the man beside him sharply "Do you think he will do it?"  he snapped irritably.

 The man next to him even smiled faintly "Right. Why did he do it. If I were him, I would not let you go" 

 Paris chuckled "Stop talking about disgusting things," he added, ordering back a glass of whiskey toward the bartender.

 "Disgusting? Phana even married a man," said the man beside him, drinking whiskey in a glass that was rejected by Paris.

 "Don't compare yourself to  Phana" paris said irritably.

 The man beside him chuckled and leaned his back on the barstool then turned his body so he sat facing Paris.

 "Of course, all disgusting things will look amazing when it comes to Phana," the man said sarcastically.  Paris looked at the man coldly.  He did not want to argue further.  Especially not in the man's place of power.

 "whatever you say," Paris said.

 The man next to him pouted.  He liked the resistance of Paris.  He did not want to stop bothering her.

 "I heard Phana has a new pet. People talk about his good looks."

 The man smiled broadly when he saw Paris's face turn dark with the topic of the conversation that had just begun.  Paris drinks its poverty and leaves.

 "Wait!"  The man was surprised to see Paris just leave.

 "Let go!"  Paris snapped when the man pulled his hand.  The man removed his hands from Paris and raised his hands.