Like Michael Corleone knows, some tasks must be done by someone else, and a very specific one. Mike knew this is one of those and tried to dodge. "But Sin-Yaw, I am not good at things like this." I stood my ground. He won't give up, "You must consider my health. This is too stressful for me to handle." I wouldn't let him go still. He tried the last trick, "What if Linda finds out?" Linda is Mike's loving wife. Do I really need Mike to do this? Should I sent Omid for reinforcement? But both Omid and myself were out of the country. There is really no other way.

After all, they did not put me in this job to be sentimental. So, the assignment landed on Mike.

It was torturous. Mike was out-numbered 10 to 1. He needed to deal with people much younger and energetic. Not only that, they did not play fair. They ganged on him and chose weapons they knew Mike was weak defending¹. I must also admit, they are much prettier too.

On top of that, Mike needed to do my job at the same time. Eventually, he sent me an urgent message, "Sin-Yaw, I tried to do your part but I just cannot anymore."² One of them even sent me a victorous picture³ to my US cell phone.

The most appalling part is they took photos, but only Sun employees get to see them. Some of them are really difficult to watch. I pulled rank and sneaked out one suitable for public viewing.

Seriously, you girls earned this. I apologize for not being there in person.

¹Good food and nice company.
²Mike tried to eat my portion too.
³Maggie snapped a shot of the dessert.