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Park Chanyeol was honestly surprised he managed to get this far into the Lee Clan's Headquarters.
He wasn't even in disguise or anything, he just wasn't in his usual formal attire. Did the security here become real lax or did no one recognise him at all? He glanced about, half expecting Lee Taeyong to be staring down at him with that irritating smirk on his face somewhere, only to be disappointed.
Damn, where was that git? This was the first time Chanyeol was actually looking for the other man and this proved to be a very difficult task. His phone was switched off and there was nothing traceable on him. It was as if he'd vanished off the face of Earth.
The Park Clan leader took a double-take when he managed to enter the Office level by punching a bunch of random numbers. It was really not half as difficult as he expected. No wonder Jimin could put up so many of his little bugging chips all over this place. His mouth soured at the thought of his younger brother. He couldn't believe he got sold out like that. One really couldn't trust anyone, huh.
He walked on listlessly, ending up right in front of Mark's office. Still no one had so much as blinked at him or spared him a second glance. It was starting to get real fishy now. The pistol tucked below his hoodie suddenly felt heavier, as if it were reminding him of it's presence. He tucked one of his hands into his hoodie's kangaroo pocket, feeling for his slim throwing knife. If this was some sort of trap, he was ready. Mark Lee was barely trained, he would make the perfect hostage if things went south.
With his free hand, he pushed down the handle of the mahogany door and entered, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
The Lee Clan leader was poured over what seemed to be his Physics homework, and he only looked up when Chanyeol neared.
"Hello," the younger boy said cluelessly, "Can I help you?"
The Park Clan leader pulled out the seat opposite the other boy and settled into it with the grace of a prowling panther. "Yes, actually. I'd like to speak to Lee Taeyong. Is he here?"
Mark looked effectively confused. He opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly realised a very important thing. He had no idea who the person he was speaking to was. "Sorry, what's your name?"
Chanyeol's lips curved, "Park Chanyeol."
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Seulgi felt like she was in one of the White Lady's A.I stimulations again.
The bikers kept coming. And everything she was doing felt repetitive, systematic. Her other three companions had taken off to find the White Lady already, and Taeyong with a simple nod had assured Seulgi that everything was going as planned.
