Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

37. Dream team

"Angelina Young speaking" I answer adopting a professional tone, almost certain it is one of my clients.
"Eingelina Yang spikin" I hear a high pitched voice mocking me on the other end. A woman's voice, no doubt. What the hell? Is someone pranking me? Or maybe...
"Your voice on the phone is even more annoying than in real life" the person continues, this time in a normal tone. Of course it's her.
"What the fuck do you want, Morrison?" I ask angrily, making everyone in the living room gasp and look weird at me. I turn around just to see their faces and mouth an I'm sorry, but everyone seems to hold in their laughter. I guess it is quite a view since I didn't let my mouth loose around them until now.
"Such a lady, like always" she continues to mock me through the phone. "Cut the crap and stick to the subject. I'm busy" I urge her, my eyes rolling so hard that I'm certain I'm about to see my brain.
"Why, Young? Were you getting laid?" she casually asks. Isn't she the most annoying human being in this universe? Yes, she is.
"I would've if you hadn't called. Now my appetite for sex is gone" I reply. From the living room I hear snickers and muffled laughs. Can they stop eavesdropping already?
Reea just laughs at me, the kind of laugh that makes you wrap your arms around your belly. "Morrison, I swear to god-" I start saying, obviously losing my patience. "Okay, okay" she cuts in, her tone becoming serious. "We have a problem with your client, the CEO"
"The police has many problems with that guy. What now?" Why do I have a bad feeling about this? Morrison wouldn't call me out of nowhere for trivial things.
"He ran away from custody" she informs me. I can't control the tone of my voice as I yell at the phone "HE DID WHAT?! Oh, Jesus Christ, I am going to kill this motherfucker." This time everyone in the living room goes silent, watching the show unfolding before their eyes. Well, it wouldn't be me if I didn't put on a show at the dorms. "Exactly what you heard. Listen, Young. I was about to finish my shift and go home and sleep, but now I have to find this asshole and bring him back to the station. That means if I don't find him soon, I don't get to sleep. If I don't get sleep, I'm cranky. And if I'm cr-"
"I don't give a shit about your sleep, Morrison!" I cut in, annoyed as fuck. I can't believe that guy escaped the arrest. I hated him from the very start and I never wanted to take him as a client, but Mrs. Chung insisted. "I trust you" she has said. For some reason I couldn't refuse her and now, this idiot is threatening my case and my reputation. Son of a bitch!
"Give me a hint, Young. You know this affects you as much as it affects me."
I hate that she is right. Sighing loudly I say "I think I know where he is. But I'll tell you under one condition: you let me come with you. I have to speak to him first."
Despite him being a complete asshole, I have to try to save this case and diminish the damage as much as I can. I can't afford to lose a case and ruin my spotless record because of some spoiled rich boy with mommy issues and gambling addiction.
"Young, this is not the right time to play 'bring your neighbor on a mission'" she retorts hissing. "Then we have no deal. I'm hanging up now." As I am removing the phone from my ear, I hear her speaking again, her tone slightly desperate.
"Fine! You're coming! Where? Where is he?" Smiling to myself for being persuasive as always, I already start gathering my things and put them in my work bag that I left on a small table at the entrance. "He's at Wild Cat, in Itaewon" I inform her. I'm sure he is in the middle of gambling all his fortune and probably his soul too. It's the nightclub I saw him enter a few months ago while I was passing by with Mirae. I'm almost certain this is where he went. Where would an addict go if not to the place where he wastes his nights, illegally gambling and losing money. The police would be delighted to find out all the fucked up things taking place in there.
"Why would he go to a nightclub? Don't fuck with me, Young!" she spits. "Yeah, why the fuck would a white collar accused of embezzlement go to a club instead of trying to leave the country? You're more dense than I thought, Morrison" I reply sarcastically. I shouldn't give her any hints, but this guy has been stepping on my tail too much on the past two days and I have an unhealthy wish to see him behind bars. There is an awkward silence for about a minute, before I hear her gasp in realization.
"He's a gambler? Now it makes sense why we never found the money he embezzled in his bank accounts. He used it all." she replies finally connecting the dots in her pretty head.
This fucks up the defence strategy I shaped in my mind today after the visit at the police station, but I'll change my approach. First, I have to find that sexist asshole and scold him. "I'm leaving now. It will take around 20 minutes to get there." I say putting on my shoes. "On my way" it's all she says before she hangs up.