Taehyung was pleased when Jimin informed him of his early departure this morning; his friend needed to attend to an urgent matter with Dae-Jung regarding Park Grande Complex.
While Jimin had the privilege of overseeing the apartment block, Taehyung took pride in supervising a stocks and shares company that he was on the verge of taking over. It was one of multiple firms that his father owned and, with his skill for mathematics, it was the obvious choice for Taehyung to oversee the business accounts and make the important calls on where to place their money.
Taehyung’s agenda for the day was clear and, now that he was fresh out of the shower, he anticipated the arrival of his guest because his sole focus was a potential new purchase.
Droplets of water glistened on his skin as he slipped into a pair of joggers, leaving his top half bare to dry off. Picking up a fresh towel, Taehyung soaked the excess moisture from his hair, draped it around his shoulders and headed downstairs in search of a snack before his visitor arrived.
He rifled through the kitchen cupboards, but gave up when he spotted an empty cereal box beside the dustbin.
‘Park Jimin,’ Taehyung scoffed with a clenched fist, discarding the packaging.
It was 12PM. There wasn’t time to order a take out, nor did he want to drive anywhere. He and Jimin really needed to start grocery shopping for the basics.
‘Oh!’ he grinned as he opened the refrigerator door.
Taehyung lifted a couple of eggs from the tray, and proceeded to bang around as he located a pan that was tucked away behind a pile of unused utensils.
‘Omelette it is,’ he mumbled as he lit the stove and added a touch of oil.
Leaning on the counter, his mind wandered as he let the pan heat up. Hmm, would the new photo intrigue him all the more?
‘Fuck!’ Taehyung grimaced, jolting back as the hot oil spat onto his stomach.
No sooner had he cooked the omelette, he had devoured it, leaving him with just over thirty minutes to get dressed as he eyed the endless rack of clothing inside his walk-in closet; the beige trousers with a white shirt and a brown cable knit sweater seemed like a suitable choice.
The faint chime of the doorbell - accompanied by a vibration from his pocket - alerted Taehyung to check the security camera, and a smile crept over his face when he saw his agent peering into the lens with a manila envelope containing information on the woman that had him brooding since yesterday afternoon.
Taehyung welcomed Mr Bak, leading him to the living room. When they were both seated, his guest extended his arm and handed over what he had been so eagerly awaiting.
‘H-Have you finished with this, Mr Kim?’ the man stuttered as he reached for the catalogue sitting on the coffee table.
Taehyung dismissed him with a wave of the hand, more interested in the contents of the packet he was unsealing. Mr Bak was old fashioned in the way he conducted his affairs, but emails were easier to trace in the event of any outside infiltration. This method meant less incriminating evidence linking back to him.
Sliding the papers from inside, Taehyung’s eyes widened at the photograph that was clipped to the top of the print-outs containing the woman's details.
‘Is this the photo I requested?’ he enquired whilst trying to hide his amusement.
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‘Yes, it was taken last night.’ Mr Bak edged forward on his seat. ‘May I say, she is a little...’ he paused, searching for the right word, ‘different.’
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‘I can see that.’ Taehyung sniffed.
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The latest snapshot brought him more curiosity than the first. The brat was staring at the camera with her middle finger up by her face. It was a rare sight, refreshing, and something about her devil may care attitude aroused him.
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He didn’t need to know any more. He wanted her here, and the sooner the better.
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With a curt nod, Taehyung confirmed she was to be taken off the market.
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Mr Bak presented his hand to tie up their business deal. ‘As always, Mr Kim. It’s been a pleasure.’
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‘When can I expect her to arrive?’ Taehyung replied, accepting his handshake.
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‘I can have her here by tomorrow evening.’
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Taehyung's brows furrowed; tomorrow was the hunt, but he wasn’t willing to wait another day.
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‘Done. You’ll have the payment on her arrival.’
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After his agent left, Taehyung reached for the decanter and poured himself a helping of his finest Whisky in celebration of today’s purchase. With the papers laid out neatly on the table, he carefully placed the mugshot to one side and leaned into the sofa with her first page of data.
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At the top, in large black letters, was her name.
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‘Choi Aera.’
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