Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

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Trey

"Trey." Mr. Samson's voice booms over the intercom. "Come to my office, please."

I immediately get up after saving my work on the computer and almost run to the double doors. I still get nervous whenever he calls me in there. I feel so guilty sneaking into his office to get Cristina's passport from his desk drawer that day. After she left with Mark, he's become really moody, mostly sad. He's stressing out on everything, even the most minor of cases. Although the company is back on its feet, he isn't. 

Cristina is what gives him joy and strength. And now that she's gone, not even a call, he looks lost. I try my best to organize everything for him. His wife would come over everyday to bring him lunch or dinner in times we have to work overtime. But, even if he would smile at her every time she comes in, we still notice that behind that, he's empty. 

A month ago, I heard him talking to someone on the phone and he seemed really angry. I couldn't help but eavesdrop. 

"Mark! I'm really disappointed at both of you. You bring her home or I'll personally go there and hang you alive." He was shouting. "I don't care what she wants. I just need her here. Is that too much to ask for?"

He went silent for a while, listening to the other line, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. 

"I see one scratch on her and I swear I'm gonna kill you. You understand me, boy? I'll make your parents' lives a living hell."

But, even if he was angry during the call, I heard him sigh in relief when he hang up. And every week after that, he'd drop everything he's doing whenever Mark calls. 

"Yes, sir?" My palms are sweating as I push the double doors slightly. 

He looks up from his desk and licks his lips. That's one sign he's not in a good mood. "Come in," he furrows his brows, taking deep breaths. 

I enter and stand across from the table. "What is it, sir?"

"Sit down," he points at the chair and gets up. "It seems we have an issue." He then sits at the other chair across from me. 

"What is it?" I sense how serious this is as he wipes his sweat with the back of his hand. 

"I need you to pack your bags and fly to Korea."

"I'm sorry?" I ask, not sure whether I heard him right. Did he just say I'm going to Korea?

"You heard me. I need you in Korea first thing tomorrow morning." 

"Is this about Cristina, sir? Are you really taking her back?" I mean, he's my boss and all, but, Cristina is my friend. I don't think she'd come home willingly. Although, Mark called just the other day and told me she'd been really sad lately, that she misses everybody here. He actually asked me if I could go there, maybe to cheer her up a little. But, with so many cases, I couldn't just leave my work behind. 

He sighs, once again, he licks his lips. He hands me an envelope and leans on the chair. "Have you checked on Sean lately?"

"Uhmm....Yeah." I look up at him nervously and slowly open the envelope. "He hasn't contacted anybody." My eyes get bigger as pictures after pictures of Mr. Briggs spill out. "What are these?"

"It seems like his father has finally left Brazil. He just flew to China a week ago."

"You think...?" I can't even say the words. I'm shaking in fear. 

"I don't know." He shakes his head, clearly afraid himself. "We're not sure if he or his son is planning anything. Since you've already made yourself my daughter's personal spy, I would want you to be there. Just to make sure she's safe."