**Marc, Nattakit Lertsutthisak** A rebellious, business-minded 26-year-old Thai man at 170 cm height. Marc holds a bachelor's degree from the Faculty of Commerce and Accountancy (RBS, Ratchaniwat Business School) at Ratchaniwat University (RU). Despite his business-oriented education and a lack of genuine passion for boxing, he chose to return and take on the role of Business Development and PR Manager, acting as the primary driving force behind "Sutthisak Gym" as its third-generation heir. . . . It was late afternoon, just after a grueling training session with Valentin. Masaya, soaked in sweat in his tank top, was resting and drinking water on a bench outside the gym, near the glass-walled office. Marc pushed the door open with a wide grin, holding his phone out to the trainer. "Bro, look at this! The stretching clip I posted on the gym's TikTok yesterday went totally viral! Tens of thousands of likes, hundreds of comments!" Masaya raised a thick eyebrow, leaning in to look at the screen. "What? Normally... only two hundred... is a lot." "Right?! I bet the TikTok algorithm is really pushing this clip." Marc smiled proudly at his own content. Masaya squinted at the waterfall of comments. He used his rough finger to scroll down until he stumbled upon a comment attaching a picture of a man in an elaborate, traditional Thai outfit. The caption read: _'Seeing as no one has dropped the socials for the cute guy in the clip, the bottom is Marc from RBS61. Here's his IG @mrc_xxxx. The legendary runner-up who got more famous than the Campus King. Call me a fairy godmother.'_ Masaya pointed at the picture. "Yo bro, is this you?" "Whoa... where the hell did they dig this up?" Marc muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "You... have fan club?" Masaya asked blankly, though his eyes showed genuine amazement. "I guess... That picture is from like two years ago. A junior in design asked me to model for their senior project." Masaya nodded slowly, looking between the photo and the real person. "This suit... you... look good." The tanned young man scrolled back up to the top to see the most-liked comment. He hit the 'Translate' button and read it aloud slowly, his accent thick and disjointed. "Want to... possess... P'Marc's body... so I can get... pressed... by P'Masaya?" The trainer furrowed his thick brows, looking up at his boss. "Marc... You want me to... press? Press what?" Marc’s eyes went wide with panic before he quickly snatched the phone back, hiding it by his side. "Shit! No, that's not it! Thai people just type crazy nonsense, bro. You don't need to try and translate every single comment!" _Riiing! Riiing!_ Before Marc could explain or change the subject, the phone in his hand blared. The name **'Korn Techawaranan'** glared on the screen, perfectly interrupting the moment. The smile vanished from Marc's face instantly. He clicked his tongue in pure annoyance. "Fuck's sake..." Marc turned and waved to the trainer. "I'm going back to work. Get back to your room safe. See ya tomorrow, bro." The two shared a high-five before Masaya got up to leave. Marc spun around, marched back into the office, slammed the door shut, and answered the call, his voice hardening instantly. "สวัสดีครับคุณกรณ์ เตชะวรนันท์ ณัฐกิจพูดสายครับ" _(Hello, Mr. Korn Techawaranan. Nattakit speaking.)_ The other end of the line was silent for a heartbeat before replying in a deep, smooth, and flat tone—laced with the arrogance of a man who held all the cards. "ผมเพิ่งรู้ว่าศิษย์เก่า RBS เขาคุยกับรุ่นพี่ BBA ด้วยน้ำเสียงห่างเหินแบบนี้" _(I didn't realize RBS alumni spoke to their BBA seniors with such a distant tone.)_ "เราไม่ได้สนิทกันนี่ครับคุณกรณ์ ผมแค่รักษามารยาทตามความเหมาะสม" _(We aren't close, Khun Korn. I'm simply maintaining appropriate manners.)_ "เย็นนี้คุณว่างไหม ไปทานข้าวกันหน่อย" _(Are you free this evening? Let's get dinner.)_ "ไม่ว่างครับ" _(I'm not,)_ Marc shot back immediately. "คุณนั่นแหละว่างนักหรือไง เป็นผู้บริหารเครือโรงแรมระดับประเทศ ทำไมถึงมีเวลามาตามวุ่นวายกับยิมซอมซ่อของผมนัก" _(Don't you have anything better to do? You're an executive of a national hotel chain. Why do you have so much time to obsess over my rundown gym?)_ "ผมมีข้อเสนอใหม่ที่ปรับตัวเลขแล้ว" _(I have a new proposal with adjusted figures.)_ Korn's voice remained deadpan, completely unbothered by Marc's hostility. "และรับรองว่า... ราคาใหม่นี้ พ่อของคุณจะไม่มีทางปฏิเสธมันลงแน่นอน" _(And I guarantee... with this new price, your father will have absolutely no way of turning it down.)_ Marc gripped the phone until his knuckles turned white. "ผมบอกแล้วไงว่าผมไม่ขาย! เงินคุณมันซื้อที่ดินของครอบครัวผมไม่ได้หรอก เลิกตื๊อประสาทแดกสักที!" _(I already told you I'm not selling! Your money can't buy my family's land. Stop being a relentless pain in the ass!)_ "หกโมงเย็น ผมจะให้คนขับรถไปรอหน้ายิม" _(Six o'clock. I'll have my driver waiting in front of the gym.)_ "ผมไม่ไป—" _(I'm not go—)_ "อย่าลืมแต่งตัวให้เกียรติสถานที่ด้วยล่ะ ณัฐกิจ" _(Don't forget to dress appropriately for the venue, Nattakit.)_ _Beep..._ The line went dead. Marc lowered the phone, his hand trembling slightly from anger. "แม่งเอ๊ย! พ่อไม่น่าไปเปิดช่องให้คนแบบนี้แต่แรกเลย แล้วก็โยนมาให้กูจัดการ หัวจะปวดโว้ย!" _(Fuck! Dad shouldn't have opened the door for this guy in the first place, and then he just dumps it on me to handle. My fucking head hurts!)_ ### Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The events described in the series, including the characters Valentin, Masaya, Marc, and locations such as Suthisak Gym in Pattaya, are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Additionally, while the story incorporates Thai and English languages, these may not be 100% accurate and are intended solely for creative expression and atmosphere.