"Do you even know who I am?" Forth said, his brows knitted into a cold frown. Beam met his gaze unflinchingly. "I know exactly who you are, Mr. Forth Jaturapoom. The businessman of the year, growing poilitical leader and a stubborn person who uses his power and money to get whatever he wants. But I—" Beam jabbed a finger toward the door of his cabin, voice rising—"am Dr. Beam Bramee. And I will never be your puppet. So get out of my premises. Right. Now." Forth’s eyes remained locked on Beam, a smirk curling his lips. “Relax. I’m leaving… for now. But yes, you’re right—I am Forth Jaturapoom. And I always take what I want. Just wait, Dr. Beam Bramee. Soon… you’ll be under me. Ravished and broken. Just wait, honey. Just wait.” With that chilling promise, he turned and walked out, leaving an icy silence behind. Beam let out a heavy sigh, the weight of what had just occurred hitting him hard.
