Treacherous

12 - hide and seek arena

Have you ever got this feeling that something bad will happen to you the moment you wake up in the morning? That you were going to remark on the day as one of the unluckiest days you'll experience.

I felt it. I knew it by heart the second I stepped into the school, being slapped by the mother of my best friend, and stuck between my friend's secret affair. Now, I'm fed up by the problematic article on school forum and its malicious comments below. Like it couldn't get any better than being tossed around in people's daily gossip.

"Rona, are you okay?"

Okay wasn't the right word that I felt at that moment. How could I? When a photo of me being a total drunken fool on the floor was featured in the latest scandal of the day. Not that I was the only one but still. I was among the doom one. Perhaps, even a dumb one for letting myself drunk and photographed by someone.

"Has this reached the school board yet?" I asked as I closed the page and turned off my phone. Completely annoyed with how people reacted to the article.

I was secretly hoping the school board didn't indulge themselves with their students' drama. But the look on Seokhoon's face clearly didn't grant my wistful thinking.

He sighed, "I walked past the teacher's room and they already talked about this. One minute this article came in, and there was no stopping."

"Yeah, I knew that better. Did they talk about the possible hearing for me?" Pulling him to walk by my side, I continued, "I mean—I just shot a soap drama this morning, and another one for afternoon tea. Should I score for Hollywood now?"

Seokhoon chuckled at my remark. Shoving one of his hands to the pants, he said, "Hard to say this to you, but it might really happen you know."

"Which one?"

"Both. But dinner comes first I suppose."

My hand grazed his forearm to stop as I snapped at him, "What dinner?"

Again, with that same troubled look as he exhaled a deep sigh, "Before I came to you, my father rang me about a friendly dinner at Ms. Cheon's place. Possibly discussing an investigation that may await us because of this morning issue. And..."

"And?"

"With this article added up, I guess the talk later will be more than just a simple warning," he pointed out.

I snorted in disgust. "Right, I'm sure she'll use this opportunity to shut us. Don't want to risk a word to Chairman Cheon and her sister. Getting robbed from her position is surely Director Cheon's biggest nightmare after all."

Seokhoon nodded. As an idea flashed in his mind by the sudden change of expression, he dipped his head closer whilst lowering his voice, "Why don't we use this chance to sneak into her?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"You know what I mean," he said. The tone he voiced out rang in amusement.

Narrowing my gaze on him, I asked again, "Are you saying we have to barge into Director Cheon's study, then search for Seola's medical records including the rape kit? Even better if we look into her phone call's history to find the one who dialed the hospital that night?"

Seokhoon's eyes twinkled with amazement when I finished what I thought. "I totally agree with the first one and certainly didn't expect the latter," he commented, "if we could easily take evidence of her involvement in the rigged file, I don't think writing down a number will be that hard."

"Do you think she'll let that important file be kept open on her table? She definitely saved it in her safe deposit box with hard passcode to guess," I quickly retorted. "And don't even mention how difficult it is to get past her overly mistrustful personality even to her closest subordinates and family."