Chase walked to the washroom in a hurry. No matter how hard he tried to conceal his fear it wasn't working? It had already been freaking three years since Chase had last heard that name.
'Charles Zimin'
Chase couldn't understand, what kind of sadistic joy did Park get after bringing him here? The helplessness wasn't something he liked that much. Chase ran his hand through his hair while looking at the reflection in the mirror adjusting his expression. His pupils were dilating as his hand got tightened around the sink as if he was looking for support to hold on to.
Chase started the tap and splashed water on his face to calm himself down because he was too chaotic inside.
Clicked-
The door was opened by the last person Chase wanted to be there. Charles Zimin, seeing him enter the washroom Chase's legs seemed to be frozen while water was dripping down from his face including his eyelashes giving him a dreamy look.
On the other hand, Charles who had been in series of the unwanted meeting was stunned after seeing the teenager. Without him noticing he uttered the following words.
"Are you okay?"
Both of their eyebrows were lifted upward at the same time in surprise. Charles felt embarrassed as he spoke without thought. The second before the teenager answered felt like a century to him.
"Yes."
Chase retreated his gaze in instant and washed his face again, even with the cold water he could feel the sweat.
Staying here was dangerous!
He waited for Charles to leave for one of the stalls before getting out as fast as he could. His breath was heavy but he tried his best to look fine before returning.
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"You are back."
Chase was stopped by Park who was coming out of a room, but it wasn't their initial room. It was the room where Charles Zimin and company should have been. Chase eyed Park suspiciously before trying to open the door of the room but his hand was stopped by Park.
Damn! This guy was stronger than him.
"Let's talk somewhere else, you wouldn't want Mr Zimin to see this right?"
Park whisper in Chase's eyes knowing full well, what kind of situation must arise in the washroom. Chase removed his hand before giving Park a glare, which was returned with a chuckle.
Chase could clearly understand Park was having fun, was he that amusing?
Chase nearly dragged Park inside the room and sat on his seat. Getting ready before bombarding Park with questions.
"So, what were you doing just now?" Chase was sounding frustrated.
"Work, did you think I came to country A to see snow?"
Of course, Chase knew that there was no way Park was coming to the country for nothing. But what kind of work does require the green gang's heir to come to country A?
"What kind of ?"
"Illegal."
Park took a bite from the food in front of him while enjoying Chase's reaction who was boiling with anger. He was provoking Chase to let go of his reasons and show his emotions truly.
"What kind of illegal work, Park?"
Park's lips turned as he smiled at Chase with an expression say that 'now you are asking the correct question'.
"That's.....confidential."
Chase banged his head on the table in frustration but made sure to slow down when the head touched the table, this fox was not going to slip even a single clue. Park smirked before pressing a glass full of ice to Chase's face which made him flinch in response.
"No matter how much easy it is looking right now, my uncle is still in my way of becoming the head. I need finance and allies."
Suddenly a light flashed in Chase's head, finance and allies. While he was an only child of the head and most of the elders were okay with him being the heir. Park's mother belonged to the royal family of some country who didn't hold any power on the surface, so it was hard to predict anything? Not only that he was a world-class lawyer and knew how to use the law to his advantage. Chase was in a tough situation right now.
"Mafia from country A is known to be having a neutral stand, but if you thinking to take of finances from territory then they might retard without holding back. They are ruthless in that aspect."
Park nodded with Chase in agreement.
"Tell me your answer when you have thought it through."
Chase's eyes got bigger while only one thought was repeating in his mind. 'Don't tell me he noticed.'
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"Mr Zimin."
"Uh-"
Charles panicked, after realising he was in the meeting. The same repeating task he had to do. Neither he was an extrovert who could socialize with people nor did he liked the job he was doing right now.
Charles focused his eyes on the person sitting in front of him. All he could see was a shameless person who was trying every means to make him sign an unfair contract.
When are these fools going to understand, he may not have enough experience but he some brain cells Charles said to himself hundredth time.
"Mr Zimin."
The person called Charles once again to get a response from him which he got in form of Charles getting up and leaving. Furious after wasting one hour on a stupid contract that he knew was not going to work. He called his secretary Ivan. Though knowing it was late at night.
"Pick up."
Charles got tired of waiting for Ivan to pick up the call. Even after seeing the night sky today, he couldn't let go of all the stress he was feeling.
Country A had strong winter so he could still sense the cold side. Unbestowned to him his mood was going to get more dark simply because Chase wanted that.
As he got near the parking lot where his car was parked, his eyes got darker. His head was starting to hurt pretty bad.
No matter how many years past Z never forget some things, he soothed his temples before slowly picking up a coffee cup from his car with his name written on it. With a note stuck to it as always.