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I rub my forehead, sitting down on the bed for a moment. Taking a hold of the handle of the drawer where the flash drive used to be. I flicker my eyes up at the open door. I close the drawer shut in defeat.
It was my fault. I was careless and it was gone. Even if I were to chase after person who stole it. It wouldn't end well. It never does, they always say your life is worth more than what is being stolen.
Was it the same for this situation? What if other lives including the lost ones were hanging on this one storage device like a lifeline.
Now the line is cut because of me.
Krystal trusted me and I disregarded it to place all my trust in Park Chanyeol. The man, who might've been using me this entire time.
"I guess I trusted the wrong person." I mutter to myself, dishearted.
I didn't want to believe for a minute that he was a liar but I know there's still part of me holding on to the belief that it is a misunderstanding. A foolish belief.
The bedside phone rings, startling my heart. Bringing me out of my mind. As the next ring comes my heart settles down. I grasp the old telephone, holding it against my ear.
No one speaks for a few seconds so I decide to speak first with clear hesitance, "Hello?"
"Jung Eunji. Their was a message left for you at the front desk." The women spoke formally into the phone.
"A-a message...?" Why would someone leave me a message?
"Yes." She quickly answered.
"Might I ask who from?" I asked, awaiting an answer.
"It's against Lost City hotel policy to look at our guest's private messages." The women on phone stated then continued through my sudden silence, "Would you like us to hold the message?"
I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. "No, I will be down to receive it."
"Okay. Thank you." The women was formal with her words.
I bow my head slightly despite the fact that the women couldn't see it. The call drops and I position the phone into it's holder. A heavy sigh escapes between my lips.
Maybe I can report the flash drive missing from my room to them. It might not amount to anything, it's worth a try.
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"Hello, Jung Eunji. I'm here because there was message left for me." A women with jet black hair flickered her eyes up at me. Her skin pale white emphasizing her blood stained lipstick adorned on her lips.
"Room number, please?" She softly smiled after looking up from the computer screen. Her fingertips resting on the keyboard.
"31." Her eyes linger on me for a minute or two before she begins tapping on her keyboard.
"Yes." The women holds her index finger up to me indicating for me to give her a minute. Her orbs scan over the bright screen in front of her.
I watch her as a grin spreads across her bold red lips when she stops scanning. She takes a moment to grab a pen and write on a paper. She glides the paper against the desk until the end is tucked under my resting arm.
"You know it's rare..." The women whispered, slightly leaning over the desk while holding an ambiguous grin.
"The boss doesn't normally send messages to meet guests. It must be important." I thought it was against policy to read the private messages? Yet she read mine.
"Soohyuk has instructed for you to meet him in his office." She gestured her hand to the elevator behind me. "Press the button with the largest number and you will be directed from there."
"If I were you I would go." The clerk advised in a suggestive tone. I barely get a chance to argue against her statement when the clerk ends our conversation, "Have a good night."
Her farewell reminded me how strenuous my night has been. I sigh for the millionth time tonight.
"Wait.” I voice out to the clerk and she turns to look at me.
“I wanted to report an item missing from my room.”
“A flashdrive, right?” I furrow my eyebrows at her in confusion. How does she know?
“How-”
“Don’t keep Mr. Park waiting.” She smiled, leaving me confused.
Pressing my lips together. I follow the instructions. I arrive at the office door. Hesitant to grasp the doorknob in my hand.
A voice suddenly spoke next to me, "Ms. Jung. Glad you could take some time to meet with me."
I give the man my best smile, "It was no bother." Why did you call me? That's what I really wanted to know. I held back my questions.
He unlocked the door, thrusting his open palm into the room. I went into the space. The large desk the first item to catch my sight.
"How is Chanyeol?" Mr. Park asked when he moved passed me from the door to his desk.
I lick my chapped lips, "Mr. Park..."
"He has been acting strangely of late. He doesn't speak to me like he used too." Chanyeol is acting odd to him also? "He pushes me away."
"I don't-"
Park starts to speak cutting off my words, "Do you know anything about that Eunji?" His voice turned coarse. His stare pierced through mine. Contrasting with his facial features that outlined worry.
Why did his question sound rather accusatory than concerned?
"No." I didn't understand.
How could one person demonstrate charm and mannerism then be jagged and inscrutable?
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This concludes the chapter. We are almost there. One more month and this story will be a year old. My baby. I don't think I have ever had a story for this long. The next chapter is done but going through an editing process.
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