Lines Crossed - Volume 1 Chapter 40 This Will Work
‘Oh, god you are not supposed to know that, nobody knows about those papers except the executives and and His uncles spies. What have you done Mina!’
I gulped and backed up against the creamy tan wall behind me. My shoulders smacking into them hard enough to knock the wind out of my chest.
“How do you know that!” He demanded his tone was the scariest I had ever heard and I stared into his eyes as my brain feverishly tried to come up with a way that I would know about a secret set of doc.u.ments that didn’t exist and he had been searching for all his life.
“I.. The news is always talking about how little you visit the company. I figured it was because you had to be busy with something. There have been rumours that you have been preoccupied looking for something, something that is more important than your own company.”
“I figured that if it was something important, it must have been something someone told you A story of some sort, like Atlantis or, or” I scrambled to think of anything but the worry on his face had already dissipated.
“You really confuse me. I swear sometimes it feels eerily like you know too much about me. As if you could be dangerous, my enemy but then other times, I feel like you are an angel sent here to protect me. I really can’t decide, so until then I think I am just going to keep a close eye on you.”
I sucked in a shaky nervous breath.
‘Keep a close eye on me?’
“Close How close?”
“Give me your phone.”
“What?”
“Give me your phone,” he demanded icily.
I held it up and out to him; he grabbed it and fiddled around with it with his left hand for a moment before handing it back. Then he stepped back and freed me.
“What did you do?” I asked him curiously.
“I added my number in it and I have yours now too.” he shoved his hands in his pocket nonchalantly.
“Text me whenever you think you will be close to me, that way I have some warning next time before we bump into each other. I feel like I need time to prepare myself to see you, it’s rather exhausting.”
I scoffed.
‘Exhausting me? Saving your butt is what is exhausting. Putting up with your attitude is exhausting. Rich, dumb, idiot.’
“I don’t think we will run into each other again anytime soon.”
“Why is that? We have already run into each other a few times, what makes you think it will stop now?” He asked smugly.
“Because now I will be doing everything in my power to avoid it.” I snapped waspishly.
“And I am going to delete your number in my phone, because I won’t need it.”
He chuckled,
“Take my card in case you forget it and need my help.”
“Are you not listening? I said I don’t want it.” I snapped and went to storm away, but he reached out, caught my hand, and slapped the card down into it.
“Just in case.” he stared at me meaningfully.
“There are moments in life when you think what if I did that one thing that would have taken me out of my comfort zone? What if I were to follow the strange feeling that urged me to go against my own judgment, that natural voice of caution inside me? Just maybe that decision could have changed my life.” he said.
He let go of my hand and it dropped to my side my entire arm numb with shock.
“You said it was unmemorable prose.” I rambled gently like a mumbling idiot as he quoted a whole paragraph from one scene in my comic.
“No, I said I keep room in my mind only for important writings, like my work.”
“Annnd, other things.” He added.
I smiled.
“My book is important?” I questioned my smile growing larger by the minute. I didn’t understand it but for some reason knowing he liked my work sent a giant jolt of elation through my body that I could hardly contain.
“Hardly, no. I can’t remember anything about it. I’d say I forgot it within the same evening of reading it.” he scoffed.
I scoffed and walked faster than him.
“Just that one part. Was important enough.” he continued.
I slowed down craning eagerly to hear what he had to say. My ego desperately wanted to hear a bit of praise after being so alone and walked all over in my work for so long.
“It really resonated with me. I couldn’t tell you why, it just felt.”
“Right.” We finished together.
“Right” I stared stupidly up at him as he finished my thought. I sucked in a breath as a small feeling twinged inside me, a feeling I hadn’t felt since Ryan.
“I should go.” I recovered.
Mark looked behind me and nodded. I turned to look at where he was looking. Jaemin stood there waiting.
“Me too. I should go too.”
I nodded and he turned to leave but then stopped before he had even taken a step.
“Keep the card, okay.”
He walked away before I could even figure out how to answer his compelling demand.
***
“I downloaded the tracker software, I think later on I will have to figure out how to get her chatting in Line and see if I can get her to download a virus that will let me clone her phone. She seems like she is trying to hide something from me.” I said.
Jaemin nodded in agreement.
“That sounds like a horrible thing to do to a girlfriend.” A snarky voice quipped from behind me.
“Eavesdropping isn’t much better Miran.”
“What can I say if you don’t want me to hear it, you shouldn’t be talking about it around me.”
“In his defence, I don’t like saying anything around you.” Jaemin quipped.
Miran let out an unladylike snort.
“That’s because I will be able to throw it back in your face forever, but don’t worry it’s not like I would use my super power on you. You never say anything worth remembering, anyway.”
“You both are being ridiculous. Neither of you say anything useful ever.” I said cheerfully.
They both laughed.
I turned to Miran.
“You look pretty today, Sis. What brought you here when I didn’t even call you for a meeting today?” I asked cheerily, feeling much lighter than before I had put the tracker on Mina’s phone. The worry I had, shrunk inside me, it was still there, but now it was a much smaller ball inside my heart.
“If you need tips for getting a girlfriend, I can help you much better than Jae or Wookie can, heck that tracker tip is horrible. Girls hate that. Don’t track her phone.”
“The tracker is to keep her safe from me.” I stated grimly.
Miran’s eyes flashed knowingly.
“If that’s the case, then I am afraid I come with even worse news.”
She pulled a file from her big black and white tote bag that matched her ensemble perfectly.
“Votes back, split down the middle six and six.”
I sighed.
“We need to try harder on the Yoo’s.”
Miran nodded.
“I found something that should help It’s in the file.”
I opened it and raised an eyebrow.
“This will work.”