Chapter Sixteen: Lets get it started in Here

Hami paced the floor while Ron lounged around waiting for his food to arrive. When Kiki came back, she had the Bags of food with her. As Ron dove in and started eating, Kiki took Hami off to the side so Ron couldn't hear.

"Apparently," Kiki's frustration grew in her voice. "Ron paid extra to have the hotel turn the security cameras off on this floor. So there is no footage to look at." Hami sighed with frustration.

"You guys can come feed yourselves," Ron shouted from the couch. Hami wasn't hungry for food, but he was hungry for answers.

"What is going on here, Ron?" Hami had to get this whole thing straight in his mind. "Your friend gets kidnapped, you don't seem to care, you're easily going to be able to come up with a million dollars? Come to think of it, how did those guys get MY phone number? Only Donnie has that number."

"Call Donnie and see, how should I know." Ron sounded more annoyed than upset at this point. "And Chuck has been in worse situations than this one. I've been kidnapped before, they treat you nice if they know they'll get the money." Hami was so frustrated that he could scream. Dealing with people is exactly why he was in the line of work he was in. He didn't like people, and when he felt this way, it felt good to hurt them. He needed to calm himself down. "Besides, you are MY Bodyguard, not Chuck's." Hami went to his room to call Donnie.

Donnie answered on the third ring.

"Hami, how is the job going?" Donnie had a pleasant-sounding voice, although you could hear that he was in the middle of eating something. Donnie was almost always in the middle of eating something.

"Donnie, did you happen to give my phone number out to anyone?" Hami closed his eyes and tried to calm his brain. He could feel his anxiety and anger growing. "Maybe Ron's assistant or someone."

"Ron? He doesn't have an assistant." Donnie chuckled. "No one is working for that guy; the whole administrative assistants union has a junction against him."

"What's a junction?" Hami asked.

"Hell if I know," Donnie said. "But it means that he doesn't have an assistant. He's his own personal everything these days. I mean, you've seen him. No one was supposed to be around the guy too much. too $10,000 for you to be there for the week."

"Being his bodyguard is becoming a harder job than I thought. I want to kill this guy half the time." Hami admitted to Donnie. Donnie let out a boisterous laugh.

"That's why I love you, Hami, your dark sense of humour." Donnie took another bite of his food before starting his next sentence. "We both have stuff in our past, but don't let the anger get to you. Do something better with it, don't let it fester, and don't take it out on your client. That's really the only advice I can give you." Donnie chewed loudly for a second. "Wait, you didn't ask me for advice, so don't give unsolicited advice. That's the only advice I'll give you. So glad you called Hami, got to go!" Donnie hung up the phone before Hami could ask any more questions.

At least he fit another piece of the puzzle. He still didn't know what the whole picture was. Hami marched across the hall and walked right up to Ron.

"You don't have an assistant?" Hami said.

"Oh, did I not mention that?" Ron shrugged.

"Who emailed us your schedule then?" Kiki put down her plate.

"I did," Ron said. "I know how to use my phone, and everything is done through there. I can be my own bimbo!"

"Language like that, I can see why there is a junction against you." Hami rubbed his temple in frustration.

"Those Bimbo's are just don't know how to do a good job." Ron stood up and shoved his finger in Hami's face. "Now listen, I hired you two to do your job, you to guard my body." he turned to point at Kiki. "And you to drive me around." He turned back to Hami. "The two things I can't do myself, but everything else I am perfectly capable of doing."

"Now would be a bad time to mention how Hami couldn't open the schedule you sent us, because it was the wrong format..." Kiki interpreted.

"That's besides the point!" Ron said. "I don't need you telling me how to run a kidnapping."

"You mean how to deal with a kidnapping?" Hami asked.

"Right," Ron sat back down. "Deal with it. My friend Chuck was kidnapped. By unknown people. Probably foreigners."

"You're in Canada, to you technically, we're all foreigners," Kiki said.

"I'm sorry," Hami started to piece it all together. "Are you saying you are behind the kidnapping?"

Ron didn't say anything.

"You had your own friend kidnapped?"

"He was going to pull out of my movie deal?!" Ron said. Hami and Kiki looked shocked. Until now, they didn't think Ron would sink this low. "Listen, I know you guys don't know the business the way I do, but he said my acting was going downhill, and that I should retire; he was going to take away the money for the money I have coming up. He needs to see that I would be willing to spend a million dollars on him, so that he will spend a million dollars on ME!" Ron said that last part like he was the best present anyone could ever get.

Hami and kiki looked at each other. Kiki started to laugh, but Hami was still worried. "Wait, so do you know who kidnapped him? You know he's safe?"

"Oh my god, why do you care so much about his safety? You just met the guy the other night!" Ron stared at Hami before folding his arms in front of his chest. "Yes, he's fine. I told them I'd give them a cut if they don't hurt him."

"How did they get my number?" Hami asked. "I didn't give you my number. But how did they call me?"

"I may have found your number on Donnie's desk when he wasn't looking." Ron shrugged. "That guy's filing system is less than perfect."

So it all made sense.

Ron's friend wasn't kidnapped because of incompetent kidnappers looking for a "rich old man."

Chuck was kidnapped because he's friends with Ron, and Ron loves to manipulate people and situations to fit his needs.

This is the man Hami is working for...

3 more days, Hami thought as he drifted off to sleep that night.

three... more... days....