<span style="color: #40FF40">The Bodyguard</span>was trying hard to control his temper. He had never liked<span style="color: #FF4000">The Agent</span>since the day they met, when he was hired by<span style="color: #008000">the Actor</span>. It made no sense to him why the Actor kept such an asshole around. If the Bodyguard had had his choice, this man would have been fired years ago. When the Agent went off, claiming the young woman didn't understand her own language, the Bodyguard yelled.<br/><br/>"What world you were born on?! She lives in France, you fucking moron! Why the hell-"<br/><br/>"Don't you ever talk to me like that again, you little fa-"<br/><br/>The Agent's anger turned from the chambermaid to the Bodyguard. How dare the "help" speak to him like that? He wouldn't even be here if the Agent hadn't put out ads for the Actor needing a bodyguard. The Actor had been gotten extremely popular in the movies and he thought it made sense to hire some protection from the mobs of women who wanted to sleep with him and the men angry that their girls did. Little did he know until a few months after the Bodyguard accepted the job, how close of friends they two would become. He was going to call the Bodyguard a very derogatory word, when the chambermaid slapped him across the face, again. The woman was once again the receiver of his anger.<br/><br/>"You-"<br/><br/>The Agent was reaching for her, when the Actor knew he needed to step in. He needed to calm his agent down, before this whole thing got of control. They could be kicked out of the hotel or worse. He was his boss, he paid the Agent's paycheck that let him live this privileged life, surely he would listen to him. He certainly hoped so, this was not the impression he wanted to leave on the French people. This would get out, back to America and that couldn't be the type of reputation the Agent would want for him when he traveled. It would look bad on them both and might hurt him with his fans and the movie studios back home. If he couldn't control his agent, why would he get movie offers?<br/><br/>"Rich, that's-"<br/><br/>The Agent had no idea what the woman told Paul but he knew it was about him, maybe the whore had made some threat. Especially given how she was trying to walk away with her head held up high.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare walk away, you-"<br/><br/>The Bodyguard had had enough, he couldn't control this temper anymore. He was tried of the way this man treated people, he was never taught to treat anyone like this. He did something he had wanted to do for three very long years.<br/><br/>"Shut up, Rich."<br/><br/>He said and punched him in the jaw. Knocking the older man out instantly and causing him to fall backwards into his room. He landed hard on the floor, since the door had been open and didn't stop the fall. The Actor looked at him in shock.<br/><br/>"What the hell, Paul?!"<br/><br/>"He's been deserving that a long time, Martin, and you damn well know it."<br/><br/>He replied, he wasn't about to say he was sorry. He only wished he had knocked that asshole's teeth out a lot sooner. The Actor looked down at the Agent, deep down he knew that the Bodyguard was telling the truth but...The Agent was going to be so pissed when he woke up and...Things could get worse for him. The man held all the cards to what it took to destroy everything he worked so hard for. This punch could ruin everything, all it would take was one phone call and his life would be ruined. The Actor tightened his jaw and said as he looked up.<br/><br/>"Paul, you're fired."<br/><br/>"What?!"<br/><br/>The Bodyguard exclaimed. The Actor raised up his chin.<br/><br/>"You had no right to hit Rich. You can't control your temper, so your services are no longer needed."<br/><br/>The Actor said and for a brief moment, the Bodyguard was speechless. Then he got his voice back and he was pissed off.<br/><br/>"Seriously? 'No right...'After everything he said about that young woman and everything we- You're siding with him?!"<br/><br/>The Bodyguard waved his hand at the unconscious man. The Actor nodded his head.<br/><br/>"Yes. You are welcome to keep your room for rest of our trip, I will pay for your ticket home, and I will give you a full week's pay, but after that-"<br/><br/>"I don't need your fucking charity, Martin. I'm leaving, right now."<br/><br/>The Bodyguard had had enough of this shit. He was done with both the Agent and the Actor. He had extended family in Nice, he'd take whatever money he had left and visit them before he eventually decided to return to America. If he ever did. The Bodyguard stormed past the Actor to get to his room. The Actor sighed and dragged the Agent's heavy body inside the room and closed the door.<span style="color: #FF40FF">The Wife</span>, who had been a quiet and very shocked witness to it, all rushed out of her and the Actor's room to the room given to the Bodyguard. Maybe she could smooth things over, she thought. She'd talked to the Bodyguard before he left for good.