A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter XIV

"That's two people you're asking me to look into," he cocked an eyebrow, "all of a sudden, why?"

"The guy's more urgent, don't worry I will pay you handsomely." Taehyung dodged the question and placed some bills on the table before getting up, "Friends don't pay each other you know right?" He asked.

"I'm not paying you," he tipped his hat, "I'm paying for your services."

The man exhaled loudly as the door of a café shut close behind him. His eyes fell on the envelope as an uncontrollable urge to groan engulfed him.

"This is a work for the international sevice intelligence agency, then why am I doing this?!"

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"Hey Jimin!"

The said man dropped his files when a hand clasped on his shoulder. He slowly turned around to see a grinning Taehyung stretching his cheekbones from one end to other.

"Why are you so chirpy today?" He asked whilst gathering the disarranged papers.

"Don't be so shrewd man," he kneeled down to to take up some papers, "I don't have to appear gloomy just because the partnership meeting was scheduled today. My presence was needed there no matter what."

"Don't you despise him?" Jimin arose finally after arranging the files less into a nest and more like a bunch for an important meeting.

"I do," Taehyung fumbled with his cuff links, "But I've got a lead on the Kim Corporations that you wouldn't believe."

"Really?" Jimin squawked when his feet accidentally tangled up on their own and the papers were almost flying out of his hands again, "What did you get your hands on?"

Taehyung stopped walking abruptly before he pivoted around to look at Jimin straight in the eye, "That's a secret." And he placed his index finger on his lips while smiling a gruesome smile that promised nothing else but trouble.

The duo dramatically pushed open the glass doors and all the heads turned their way. A single paperclip fell down to the ground averting everyone from their stances and onto Jimin who was frantically pushing up his glasses and was trying to find the paperclip.

"Ah, Mister Kim and Mister Park," a man arrived to greet them with gritted teeth, "We were just going to start, I believe the meeting's been delayed enough." He harshly grasped on Taehyung's shoulder and began laughing hysterically to which the others soon followed after but the latter felt nothing but excruciating pain convulsing down his spine but he had to keep his smile up.

"Mister Choi," he grimaced, "why don't you take a seat and let me lead the meeting?"

"Sure, Mister Kim," the man reluctantly agreed.

"Don't let a catastrophe happen like last time or you know what would happen next," the man gingerly patted his shoulders, "Hareon group is a huge asset to my company, don't mess it up." He whispered and sauntered to his seat.

"Sorry about that gentleman," Taehyung clasped his hands with an insinuating smile with his gaze dead set on a certain person, "The meeting shall commence now."

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"Uh Officer Kim?"

"Yes?" He answered without his eyes diverting away from the screen.

"How can I testify honestly if you keep getting addicted to your scree-"

"Ah yes my apologies," Namjoon shut down his laptop that moment and stared at the woman across him who held an accusing finger pointed towards him, "You can now go on. I promise I won't get distracted but I need to record your testimony."

"Sure," the woman sighed, "As I was saying, RBSON-D has affected my husband very severely, he's coughing up blood and his immunity has been weakening ever since. The doctors say it's a side effect of overworking but I know that just stressing over stuff doesn't let blood pour down the drain-"

"Namjoon!" A deep voice boomed inside the office that caused both of them to get startled, "I believe you've got enough cases to get on to rather than listening to this lady blabbering nonsense. I heard she even approached the higher-ups before coming to us! Can you believe how outrageous and disrespectful is that? Stop feeding on her lies and look into the case of chairman of the labour union!"

The said man clicked his tongue and looked apologetically at the woman who was looking down on her hands, "I'm sorry, he often gets his anger out if he doesn't find someone to thump his work on. How about you write down your number and address before you leave?" He offered to which the woman weakly nodded and grabbed a pen from the pen stand before beginning to scribble down numbers on a sheet of paper.

As he was about to leave the room, he turned back once again with a bashful smile, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," he admitted rubbing his nape our of embarrassment, "What was it again?"

"It's Park Mirael." She answered waving her hand around dismissively.

"Okay Missus Park, I'll try to get back to you within a week or so."

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A/N: Any theories? 👀