Paul knew that Colette felt bad but it wasn't her fault. She was certainly not the first person the Agent had pissed off and probably not the last. It was just what happened with her was the straw that broke the camel's back. He gave her a smile and started to reply.<br/><br/>~"You owe me nothing, I-"~<br/><br/>The door knocked again and Paul wondered who it was this time. In a short amount of time, his room was becoming a very popular place.<br/><br/>"Merci."<br/><br/>He told the boy and frowned reading the message. He only had one big secret and he doubted the people who knew it would want it getting out. Even if Martin and Rich were pissed at him for what happened, Paul's secret would hurt them even more if it came out. So, who the hell was this from?<br/><br/>~"Who told you to give this to me?"~<br/><br/>Paul asked the boy, but he doubted the boy knew. His job was just to deliver messages, not pay attention who requested the information being sent.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Rich groaned as he came to. Martin was sitting in a chair and had been watching him sleep. Rich sat up and grabbed his jaw.<br/><br/>"Damn, what happened?"<br/><br/>"Paul knocked you out."<br/><br/>Martin offered and Rich looked at him in shock.<br/><br/>"Why the-Wait, it was over that stupid chamber whore, wasn't it?"<br/><br/>Rich asked, remembering Colette and the fight. Martin nodded his head and held up his hand to stop Rich from talking.<br/><br/>"I already fired him."<br/><br/>"You did? Wow..."<br/><br/>Rich replied in shock, he thought he'd never see the day Martin cut Paul loose. He was happy, he knew how much the bodyguard had disliked him and the feeling had been mutual. Besides, Paul was dangerous to keep around. One wrong move and everything Rich had built for Martin would be destroyed. Martin nodded his head.<br/><br/>"I did what was best but I think you to remember something, Rich."<br/><br/>"What's that?"<br/><br/>"I pay your paychecks, it's not the other fucking way around."<br/><br/>Rich narrowed his eyes at Martin. He was the agent and Martin was the client. Rich was used to being in charge but...Martin was right, he was the money maker and Rich would be still working at that damn men's shoe store. Martin tightened his jaw.<br/><br/>"I'm not done. So, just shut up and listen, for once in your life."<br/><br/>Martin continued, which only angered Rich more. Still, he shrugged and motioned for Martin to go ahead.<br/><br/>"What happened today will not happen again. I don't give a rat's ass what you think of Paris and its people, but you will not go off on those people or try to speak their language anymore. Your actions since we got here make me look like shit. And making me look like shit is bad for business. Fans will not admire me as much and movie studios won't hire me if you keep this up. If that happens, then we're both up a shit creek. I'll be busting tables again and you'll be-"<br/><br/>"I got it! I got it...I'm sorry, Martin. It won't happen again."<br/><br/>Rich told Martin, rubbing his jaw. He didn't want to go back to the days of shining rich assholes' shoes. He was the rich asshole now and he planned to stay that way. As much as he hated it, Martin was right. His actions today could reflect badly on his client, which would hurt future movie deals. Martin stood up.<br/><br/>"It had better not. The only press I want for the rest of the weeks is me and Diane enjoying our honeymoon."<br/><br/>"Same here."<br/><br/>Rich grumbled and Martin left the room and headed back to his own. He paused a moment as he passed Paul's room. It was in between his room and Rich's. He thought of knocking on the door and changed his mind. Paul said he was done and had enough and it was best to let him go. Just as he reached his own door, the messenger boy arrived. He did wonder what message the boy was bringing to Paul but he reminded himself that what they had was over and that Paul's business was none of his business anymore. He should just focus on his career and his new bride. It was better for everyone that way.