Meanwhile, at an undisclosed location in Bangkok, Thailand…

An Irishman man with dark curly hair sits in front of a computer screen, looking at his watch impatiently. He taps his foot as he waits for the call to connect. He is Mr. Antony.

Shortly thereafter, the video opens to another handsome Irishman with an earpiece in one ear. He is Hermes.

Side note: All of the men in this feature are played by handsome Irish guys. We got the whole national rugby team to play as background extras. Grand!

Mr. Antony: So, where is she? Where is this so-called ‘Writer Extraordinaire?’

Hermes: Uh, well, I got our guys on every station looking out for her. Nobody has reported in yet. It seems like no one has seen or heard from her in several days. She hasn’t even been to the American Bar.

Mr. Antony: Then what is she doing?

Hermes: It looks like she’s sleeping, sir.

Mr. Antony: Sleeping?

Hermes: Yes. It says here she also booked a trip to the spa.

Mr. Antony: So this information you gave to me earlier? This was false? You brought me bad information? Is this a joke?

Hermes: [holds his hands up] Hey, now, don’t shoot the messenger. That information came straight from her blog and her personal correspondence.

Mr. Antony: So you’re saying SHE is the one who intentionally misled me by publishing a false lead?

Hermes: [starts laughing to himself] Looks like it, sir.

Mr. Antony: Are you messing with me right now?

Hermes: No, but I think she is.

Mr. Antony: She is not very easy to get rid of, is she?

Hermes: No, she is not.

Mr. Antony scoffs at the screen and stands up in a huff. He starts pacing back and forth across the room.

Hermes: If it’s any consolation, I would have warned you away had I been there that night. That one is not what she appears to be. She’s always asking so many questions. Questions about things she knows she shouldn’t be asking about…

Mr. Antony: [waves his hand dismissively] No, no, I’m afraid my mind was set… I just didn’t expect… this.

Hermes: Well, you know what they say about getting into bed with the Americans…

Mr. Antony: Yes… but…

Hermes: … She is Irish. She is one of us.

Mr. Antony: Is she?

Hermes: She could be…

Mr. Antony: She could be…

Hermes: Hmm, well, seems like you need to confront her first about what she’s been writing about you.

Mr. Antony: Yes, I suppose you are right. All of this just for one person. It does seem a bit excessive, in hindsight.

Hermes: You never know…

They sit there in silence together for a minute.

Mr. Antony: Shame about that article turning out to be a fake. I would have read that in a heartbeat.

Hermes: Me too.

Mr. Antony hangs up the call and starts pacing back and forth again.

To Be Continued…