• Hedonists •

17. Clue and allies

Namjoon closes and his suit and walks down the long stone path. The garden is green and full of colorful flowers in contrast to the usual gray London weather. It almost seems that this house does not belong to this country itself. He is greeted at the door by a butler in a tuxedo and enters greeting everyone he meets. The servants of the house know him, it is not the first time he comes here.

Just the first time he comes looking strange, almost suspicious.

Namjoon makes his way to the study, where the owner of the house is. The woman puts down the pen she used to write with and squints, seeing the man in the doorway. "A pleasure to see you Namjoon To what do I owe your sudden and quick visit?" she asks polite and smiling lightly. A gentle gesture that doesn't even create expression lines.

"Same here Chaeyoung... Just a topic I'd like to discuss privately with you" he replies stuffing his hands in his pockets and directing his gaze to one of the couches. "Without you having anyone here listening."

"Do you have a nose like a bloodhound?"

"I'm good at distinguishing perfume. You've never worn that one."

Chaeyoung laughs and from behind the furniture, a woman emerges in a shy manner. She practically runs away as soon as Namjoon directs an impish smile at her. Namjoon knows Chaeyoung has a bad habit of bringing women into his study when her husband is away. He doesn't blame her, she must be bored to death. Her husband is three times her age, out on business trips all the time.

Not knowing that his wife also moves a lot of the business. So once she's widowed, she can support herself in her current lifestyle.

"Poor Mina Does her family know that you keep her locked up here as a sex slave?" ironizes Namjoon approaching and setting the mood. Chaeyoung shakes her head and shakes a hand.

"Not at all. They must think she's with other friends. Anything before me" she states nonchalantly. "Well, why did you come Namjoon? You don't usually honor me with your visit" She backs away. "You're not interested in visiting women? You've always been more about spending hours and hours sharing your time with every beautiful man who crosses your path." she points out and Namjoon knows why she does it.

To make it clear that if he sinks her, she can sink him with exactly the same thing. No wonder all his acquaintances and contemporaries are quite ambiguous in their sexuality and mannerisms. Like a secret Network of homosexualism that he keeps inside himself to run away from the severe law.

On the other hand, she senses that Namjoon came for a serious matter and staying defensive perhaps helps. Namjoon takes a seat in front of the desk and crosses the leg. Chaeyoung is a fairly young woman. Korean descent, English surname, twenty-six years old, an accomplished reader and songwriter in secret. Deep black hair that she leaves loose because of how straight it is and her reluctance to pin it up.

The business of her husband and her family in general is simple: trade fabrics from Asia throughout Europe, focusing primarily on England, where there is more demand along with France. The urgency for materials is enormous. Women are increasingly looking to have more and more dresses, getting rid of the old ones in their closet.

Therefore, it is a very big market and one where too much money is invested.

Overkill for anyone who is giving them to a cult of Satanists.

"Haven't you had problems? Threats, attacks, you name it." asks Namjoon interlocking his fingers and elbows spread wide, looking down at her from above with his chin raised.

"You should know how bad I feel about you talking to me like that," Chaeyoung comments. "I haven't been your student for a couple of years."

"You never stop being a student and you never stop finding out people's secrets either" Namjoon says and averts his gaze to the window. "I heard that your husband gets along badly with the Park people."