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Jin picked up the intercom as soon as it rang.
"Mr. Watanabe? I am sorry for disturbing you, sir. I had a message for you," the front desk receptionist said with a pure northern accent.
"No problem."
"Mr. Pererra left a message that he'd be waiting for you in the swimming pool of the back lawn. Also asked me to remind you to bring all the documents that needed to sign the deal."
"Got it, thank you." Jin quietly put down the receiver.
He needed to think quickly. After all the things Sarah said last night, it is evident that they know he wasn't what he was supposed to pretend like. But probably they don't know who he actually was, otherwise that man wouldn't have come into his suite to investigate.
Jin decided, he'll go and meet them. Pretend everything is as same as before and try to find out the missing puzzles.
He got up from the bed, went into the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face. Staring at the mirror, his eyes again lingered in the long scar on his bicep.
Arya had a scar at the same place.
Engage- stop hit- the first feint- parry- disengage-
the whole fencing sequence seemed to flash before his eyes.
Arya was, as usual. Not obeying the rules of fencing and defending herself. Rather her approach to attack made the blade in Jin's hand slash through her biceps, causing the bloody mess all around.When was that? Ten or nine years ago?
Jin touched the scar in his bicep. Arya didn't have that scar there anymore. She covered that with a tattoo long ago.
Jin shook Arya's thoughts out of his head and proceeded to get ready.
The black suit was Givenchy with the classic Patek Philippe vintage black collection wristwatch around his wrist.
The skinny tie was steel blue and classy with a Tiffany brooch on the right lapel. The tie pin and cuffs both had tiny sapphires and white gold matching his clean elegance.Jin back brushed his hair with a growing mullet behind. He lost a bet with Taehyung last month resulting in him growing his hair far below his usual long crew cut.
He finished with a touch of cologne around his cuffs and collar.
Versace smells classy in the evening.Taking his phone and a leather attache, he headed out.
The whole swimming pool area was empty for them. Perrera left no room for unwanted people to step in the middle.
The table beside the blue glowing light coming from under the water was now surrounded by vintage bottles and a billiard board.
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The Frost
Fanfiction"Every man has his secret sorrows that the world knows not. And often time we call a man cold when he is only sad." The perfect man. Made rough through time. He lies, yet he is the honorable one. He kills, yet he is the most righteous. He is gentle...