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Pursuit

"Excuse me, sir,"

A woman, dressed in a plain black business dress walked inside a room. The narrow shoulders were covered with a semi-dark floral jacket that she clumsily girdled over. A 'click-clack' sounds vibrated from the Nero Portoroz porcelain marbles as her heels collided with the precious stones.

A man lift his head from the papers he was signing and spoke in a soft voice, "Is everything okay?" He's been sitting cross-legged under a wide table crafted with lavish material. The tabletop reflected faint sun ray's which beamed through the curtains hanging on a wall, next to a wide window, as the rays dispersed tainting the table with warm colors. Not a single dust or stain tarnished the extravagant demeanor of the room.

The businesswoman stopped close to a sign 'Deputy President: Park Hyung-Sik' which was placed at the front of the wooden object and collectedly spoke, "Sir, I am here regarding the Chairman's son,"

A kind smile plastered on his face as he crooked on his elbows, "Chairman's son? Mr.Haikuan?"

She shook her head and placed a binder with documents on top of the desk, "No sir, Chairman's youngest son,"

"Youngest son? Mr. Wang Yibo?"

The woman nodded, "Yes. The Chairman informed that the youngest son will take over Bichen for the time being till the Chairman will get better,"

Park Hyung-Sik attentively listened to the spoken words and nodded, "When is the new Chairman coming?"

"Today, sir."

"Thank you Mrs, you can go back for now. I will take over from here and help Mr.Yibo get used to the environment."

"There is one last thing the chairman informed us about,"

His eyebrows crooked up, "What is it?"

The lady in black murmured, "The youngest son is dealing with some kind of emotional problems. The Chairman told us to take extra good care of him,"

He kindly smiled and nodded, "I will keep that in mind."

The lady bowed down 45 degrees and stepped outside the office, closing the door behind her.

Park Hyung-Sik rose from his spot, gently tugged on the edge of his jacket to even out the visible wrinkles, grabbed a pile of documents from one of the corner's on the table, and trudged to the door.

...

Wang Yibo stirred under the sheets, mumbling inaudible words. His whole body was covered in a cold sweat, a deep scowl formed on the forehead and his lower lip slightly kept on twitching, "No..Please don't go..." He whined as his right arm lift up in the air, gripping on something invisible, tugging and pulling. The body convulsed, "Zhan please don't leave me! Come back!" and his eyes shot open with a frightened look in them. 

He sighed, tilting the tired upper body from the soft mattress and looked around the room. The room was dark as the curtains still covered the window. Yibo grabbed his cellphone from the cabinet close by, pressed his finger on the screen to unlock the instrument, and checked the time. The feeling of yawning tingled his neurons as it crept in the corner of his mouth. He then rubbed the swollen eyes with his palm as if rubbing the drowsiness away. 

Suddenly, the phone vibrated so he unconsciously pressed on the blue light and lift it close to his ear, "Hello?"

"Good morning mister Yibo. My name is Wang Fei and from today onwards I will be your personal driver,"