Chapter 68: It's Not Funny In Any Way.

“I used to be a mess for those who own fish,until I learned how to catch the fish myself.” Ben has a slim glass of brandy in the crisp of his fingers. He was standing on the roof of the hotel with Ralph, who came with his girls as usual. The girls go with Ralph to wherever he is meant to find himself. They are a priority for him, and many have rumored that they are not just mistresses to the slaughtermonger. They are his bodyguards. “You must have had a bad master,” Ralph said. He didn’t teach you the art of holding the fish firm in your crisp.” Ralph left his ladies behind and walked up to Mark, who was looking at him with eyes too dull to be considered friendly. “You know, it’s not all about catching fish. Catching fish is easy, but keeping them is hard, especially when you have big fish in the sea.” Ralph wiped his hands. “Perfect talk, but I believe you know why I summoned you,” Mark uttered. “Because I left traces.” Ralph folded his arms. “I’m not the sort who will sit and