Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

18. Friend or foe?

We've been stuck in that meeting for an hour, discussing what Mrs. Chung should reveal to the police and what to keep hidden. Passing this interrogation is going to be very tricky, its success depending mostly on my client's cunningness. Fortunately, she is not lacking in this department. And since the best lies are always mixed with truth, we decided that the best approach in our situation is to let her speak the truth, telling the story just how it originally happened, but leaving out any details that could raise suspicions regarding the involvement of a third party.
Now we're in the back of my client's luxurious car, waiting for the driver to pull over in front of the police station. When the wheels are finally stopping, the driver gets off the car to open her door. She looks at me with a sympathetic look, giving me a small smile, something extremely unusual for this woman. She is scared. Who wouldn't? Jail is not a paradise. It's a fucking pit of hungry wolves, ready to tear at your flesh and bones if you show any weakness. Even a tough woman like her can be unnerved by this and now she's walking in on her own will. I really hated her in the beginning, but I suddenly feel sorry for her. To struggle so much to build a powerful business, all by herself, only to give the supreme sacrifice for an unworthy son. As far as I know that guy doesn't even acknowledges her as his mother, always treating her poorly. I feel anger on the inside. If it wasn't for the contract of confidentiality and assistance signed with this lady, I would've reported him to the police myself. She is about to set foot out of the car when I suddenly grab her arm. "Mrs. Chung, wait!" I blurt out. She twists her head, her eyes first falling on the hand gripping her, then she moves her stare to my face. "You don't have to do this" I say, watching her with pleading eyes. The lady beside me just stares at me, her look motherly as she says "But I do. It's my duty as a mother. To sacrifice, if I have to." This is nothing but a pile of crap. "Sacrifice should be mutual. Devotion too. You can't keep on giving endlessly." I say, my gaze focused on her almond shaped brown eyes. "Love takes all of our choices away" she responds, turning around and getting out of the car. Grabbing my briefcase, I follow her, only to be greeted by a mass of reporters, cornering us from all sides like starving sharks. They might've smelled blood. The driver gets on Mrs. Chung's left side, while I remain on her right, protecting her from the ambush. "Don't answer them" I say under my breath, only for her to hear. She nods at me and keeps her head high, walking with confidence towards the entrance of the Police station and ignoring the avalanche of questions directed at her. Glancing at the woman beside me, despite her questionable sense of fashion or mocking personality, I must admit that I am impressed by her strength. I realize now that even the strongest person can be brought to their knees with the right weapon. What a shame. To let everything go to waste for nothing. 'Cause that's what her son, the CEO, is. Nothing.
We arrive inside the building and an officer closes the gates, the crowd of reporters scattering behind us now that their subject of news is gone. Another policeman guides us to the interrogation room, while I'm being handed a paper with a copy of the criminal complaint and some details regarding the interrogation.

Inside the room, there is a woman, slim and much taller than me, with a medium haircut and brown hair, standing with her back at us and hands inside her pockets. She is not wearing uniform, but a pair of black jeans with a belt around her waist securing her badge, a white blouse and a black leather jacket over it. From behind, I can't tell who is this person, but the woman has an intimidating and professional stance.
She senses us enter the room and she turns around, her face straight. "Hello! I'm Reea Morrison, the detective in charge of your case." she says and all the blood drains from my face as I see who is in front of me. Well, shit! My day just went from bad to terrible.
Detective Morrison. She is a liaison police agent sent here recently on behalf of Europol, to receive special training and missions in order to assure a good collaboration between Europe and South Korea. We clashed a few times before on different occasions and she is a pain in the ass. As an investigator, she is brilliant, smart and crafty, definitely a professionist. But her personality is what makes me want to bang my head on a wall. I know I am not the warmest person, especially in court and other job related matters, but this woman's bitchiness outweighs mine. Her presence here only means bad news. I look at my client and I really hope she can fool this woman. I try to keep my face straight, but involuntarily biting the inside of my cheek, a stupid habit I have every time I am concerned about something. She seems to notice this and smirks at me cockily, making me hate her guts even more. I know for sure she's not fond of me either, since I managed to acquit one of the accused she was investigating. Well, at least the sentiment is mutual. I return the cocky smile and take a seat at the table near my client.