He has lost her. He lost white. And since then, black was all he could see. He navigated in darkness, without a hint of light, until he began to believe that there were no other shades. He walked on the pitch-black path, which wasn't to his liking...
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She spoke. With an essence of life in her words that I didn't quite catch in the year I studied her. With a certain passion that was reserved for when Min Yoongi visited her at the Crawlers during her lunch breaks. Her demeanor would light up at the sight of him. Something akin to movie scenes when the main characters finally meet again after a long separation. He'd open his arms and she'd run straight into his embrace, like a happy child unwrapping a present he'd received from Santa. She talked about how Miss Rossi was pleased with her progress so far. It had been two weeks since she had started, and apparently, she had grasped the end of it quickly. Inaya spoke with pride and satisfaction, and a smile graced the contours of her plump lips, and all I wanted to do, despite the contradicting visual I was sporting, was shout my questions and rip the answers right from her throat. One simple, single question: what did they do to my child?
It wouldn't be right, for my plan or for her, to lose my shit right now. She was here at my request to do a quick assessment before I transferred the money to her account. She needed to convince me to give her the funds to free that bastard from the confines of a place that was more than fit for his kind. She was following her heart, keen to save a love that I failed to save when it was my turn. I couldn't blame her. She was carrying the duty of a genuine lover, but what about me? What about my love? What about the hearts they broke and the family they destroyed? It certainly wasn't her fault, but I was only human, and a man in my shoes would understand how painful it is to have a part of you wandering around unprotected and with God knows who, unable to do much about it.
"If Miss Rossi could let me have more training sessions, I think I can start by the end of the month. Mr. Park said there was a campaign for a new skincare collection they agreed to do with Hera, and apparently the model who was supposed to be the face of the campaign has backed out due to personal issues. I think I can take her place to save the company the trouble of a breach of contract."
The model she was talking about did indeed pull out of the campaign, and the reason was the generous sum I paid her, which was double the wage she would have received from the contract. So the personal issue was that she was now in Bali taking an extended vacation to recuperate and get rid of the stress of her busy schedule. Little joker card didn't need to know these kinds of intricate details. So I gave her a smile before leaning back against my chair and saying, "I'll think about it. Jimin will keep you in the loop."
That smile was so forced I could feel it choking me off. The need for air was so urgent that I finally took off my tie. Staying calm and tight-lipped was more important than maintaining the flawless image of professionalism the more Seokjin's words echoed in my head. After that call, I drove straight to his house, conjuring a drive that was supposed to take forty-five minutes into only twenty minutes before I rang his doorbell. He wasn't surprised to see me on his doorstep at past midnight, even though I hadn't informed him of my visit. As a matter of fact, he seemed like he was expecting me— knowing full well that the information he gave me was a catalyst.
