It was almost midnight when a tall, lanky man walked into the suite that he knew all too well. He made his way to the office room that was located on the right side of the suite, hands were shaking as he tightened both into a fist.

When he found the familiar chevy door, he his dry lips and knocked the door ever so softly, scared of knocking too much will annoyed the person on the other side.

A quiet response came, telling him to walk in, in which he did but not before taking in a deep breath. He hang his head low when he walked in, waiting for the other person to start the conversation.

"Progress?"

"We haven't found her but.."

"But?"

He placed a brown file that he kept with him all the way to here on the modern mahogany desk owned by the woman in front of him. The woman took the file, open it and slowly reading the contents.

"Where was this?"

"Busan."

"Prepare the private jet, we will depart tomorrow at 9AM."

"Alright Young Ms."

The woman shrugged the man away, as he bowed in respect before taking his leave. Once his figure disappeared