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Who are you, Eunwoo?

You were shaken by the sudden revelation. 
You crawled around the cart, leaned your back against it, keeping yourself out of sight.
You hugged your knees when you heard Eunwoo's footstep, walking pass the cart you were hiding behind.
You peeked out and saw him walking towards his house.
You relaxed a bit, though staying alert.
You began putting out all the things Eunwoo could be.
Is he part of the shark loans? A gangster? A drug dealer?
You shook your head, as you couldn't accept that Eunwoo would do such things.
What if he's a rich boy? Did he leave his family? Those men wouldn't bow to him if he wasn't, right?
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You sat there for a few minutes, making sure the coast was clear before you headed out.
You walked back to your place, scanning the surrounding here and there. 
You glanced over at Eunwoo's place, noticing that the lights were off.
He's in bed.
You thought.
You relaxed and continued making your way up to your place. 
Maybe I can't tell Hajoon about this. He wouldn't be able to help me.
You sadly thought.
This time you were on your own. You couldn't tell anyone about this matter.
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"--------!" 
You lifted your eyes up, only to see Eunwoo standing on your front porch.
Oh sh*t!
You sensed a feeling of fear and panic.
The hairs on your arm stood, and sweats dripped down from your back.
You didn't expect him to be at your front porch, waiting for you.
You didn't know who this Eunwoo was.
Was he the one that walked you to the bus stop? Was he the one that helped the ahjusshi and the ahjumma?
Or, was he the one walking out of the limo as men bowed their heads to?

"O-oh, Eunwoo," you stuttered.
Eunwoo walked down from your porch step, standing in front of you.
"You're home quite late. Is it Hajoon, again?" 
You shook your head.
"No. I...um...I came home early today," you nervously told them, pushing the hair away from your face.
"Oh, then where did you go?"
He had a worried look. 
"Were you out with Hajoon?" 
"No, I wasn't. I had to get something at the convenience store, but they didn't have what I needed, so I just came back," you lied.
"What about you?" You asked, looking at him, terrified on inside, but normal on outside.
"I was at home," Eunwoo replied confidently.
Lies.
You thought.
"Oh."
Maybe I'll get something from him? He won't hurt me.
You thought.
"I came by earlier, but your neighbor said you went out."
"I went out with some friends earlier, but that was all."
"Oh, have I met them?"
Your detective side was coming out. You knew this would be your only chance to fish things out from him.
"No, you haven't. They're from Incheon. Just some high school friends."
You became confused as to if Eunwoo was lying or not.
"Oh!" You nodded along.
"Well, I hope you introduce me to them some time," you smiled.
"I will."
"You should get inside. Sleep well," Eunwoo wished.
"Thank you! Same goes to you."
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You plopped down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
Eunwoo lied to me. Does he really have friends from Incheon? How come I've never heard of them?
Am I overthinking this? 
You sat up and looked at your investigation board.
Is Eunwoo working for one of them?
You thought for quite some time before scribbling it out of your head.
No, no, no! He wouldn't. They're rich. Eunwoo wouldn't possibly be working for them.
Your imagination was running wild. Assumption that was too wild to be true.

You took a quick glance at the board again.
This time, it was his picture that stood out to you.
You're probably sleeping soundly right now.
You smiled to the thought of it.
You looked over to your desk and saw Hajoon's sweater.
You walked over and picked it up, looking in your closet as his blazers popped out to you the most.
"I should get you guys cleaned before I return you to your owner," you sighed.
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Before heading to the company, you dropped Hajoon's blazers and sweater to the dry cleaner.
Your thoughts instantly went back to Eunwoo's incident a few days ago.
You contemplated if you wanted to bring the matter up to Hajoon. 
Maybe he could help you with something.
Holding it in wasn't good for you. You had to tell someone about it.

"Haein."
She looked over, as she continued to organize the papers in the printing room.
"Yes?"
You sat the packet down, making a new pile before continuing.
"How long were you and Eunwoo friends for?"
Haein thought your question was quite odd.
"Why?" She asked, stopping her routine.
"I was just wondering," you lied.
"Well, if I were to think about it, it would be a long time."
"So, you would know Eunwoo's friend group, right?" 
Haein furrowed her brows in confusion. She walked over to you.
"Is something wrong?" Haein asked out of concern.
"No, everything's fine. I was wondering, that's all."
You picked up another pile of papers and began organizing it numerically. 
"Eunwoo has a lot of friends, from Busan to Incheon."
You looked up from the papers.
"Incheon?"
Haein looked at you and nodded her head.
"What's wrong?"
You shook your head.
"Nothing."
Maybe he was telling the truth.
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Eunwoo sat in his room, curtains closed, lights off, doors closed.
A picture of you and your information was projected on the computer screen.
A map of the neighbor sat on the bottom right of the screen.
The woman of who he was looking for was pulled up on another screen.
His mind wandered off to the conversation he had a few nights ago.
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"Boss, has anyone run the background profile on the woman I asked?" 
Eunwoo asked. 
"I am having someone look into her. So far, there's no information on her.
Are you sure that's the woman you saw?" His boss questioned. 
"Yea, I saw her clearly. One of my sources say that she lives down the street.
Though, I walk around the neighborhood every single day, I don't see her at all.
What if she's the wrong woman?" Eunwoo feared. 
His boss sighed. 
"I hope not. I've been looking too long. I have a feeling she might have
given something to someone in the neighborhood." 
Eunwoo thought for a while as he tried to figure out what his boss was looking for. 
"What kind of things?" Eunwoo asked.
"Important files, for sure," his boss said. 
He sighed and looked over at Eunwoo. 
"Focus on the mission. I trust that you'll do a good work!" His boss said, patting his arm as a sign of encouragement. 
Eunwoo looked over and bowed his head. 
"I'll do my best!" Eunwoo replied.
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Eunwoo looked at your picture.
"I'm sorry."
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"Are you working tonight?" Haein asked, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
You popped your head out from the locker door.
"Ah yes."
"Be careful, okay?"
"Thank you. You too!"

With that, Haein left first, leaving you in the locker room alone.
You couldn't waste more time thinking about Eunwoo.
Maybe he really was out with his friends.

"Park -----shi."
You broke out of your thoughts and turned to look at the person.
You bowed your head.
"Hello," you greeted.
It was one of Hajoon's men.
"The chairman would like to see you for a brief moment."
"Ah yes. Is he in his office?"
"Yes. Please head up there after you're finished," he said before taking his leave.
You smiled at the thought of seeing him.
You've...missed him, if that was the word to describe how you felt.
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As you stepped out of the elevator, you looked at the heavy door that stood a few feet away from you.
You began wondering if you looked decent. You guessed what he wore and what mood he was in.
You were highly curious to hear what he had to say. Was it that he missed you too?
The closer you walked to his door, the more nervous you began feeling.
The knots in your stomach, the abnormal palpitations.
Your palms began sweating, as you stood in front of his door. You took a few deep breaths. 
"No, I can't do it," you whispered, shaking your head, as you couldn't find the courage to just knock.

You turned around to be greeted by him.
"Mr. Hajoon-shi," you managed to say.
"Park -----shi." 
Your stomach turned. You began fidgeting with your fingers without realizing it.
"Uh...you need to see me?"
"Ah yes."
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You sat across from Hajoon, as he pulled something out from his desk.
You curiously looked at what he had to show you to.
You tapped your foot on the floor, hoping that it would get rid of the weird feelings you were feeling in your stomach.

Hajoon pulled out a small black box, then he took out the device to show you.
"This is an audio recording device. Super small. I'm sure you can find a place to hide this," Hajoon passed it over for you to inspect and get familiar with.
"An audio recording device?"
Hajoon nodded his head.
"Where did you want me to put it?"You asked, as you handed the earpiece-looking device back to him.
"If you could put it in her study room, that would be ideal. If not, just find a good place to put it. A room where they're both usually in," Hajoon suggested.
"Once you remove that adhesive cover, it'll stick onto whatever surface," Hajoon explained, showing
you the bottom of the device,"However, make sure you
click the button on the side for it to record."
You examined the device for a good few second, before looking back at him.
"I won't let you down," you told him.
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You bowed, before taking your leave.
"Be careful."
Time seemed to stop. It was just you and him. Nothing mattered.
Aish, it's happening again.
You thought.
You cleared your throat, breaking you out of the
hallucination, as you turned back to face him.
"Thank you," you shyly replied.

Hajoon slipped a smile, seeing your reaction.
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You made a quick stop to the dry cleaner, picking up Hajoon's blazers and sweater.
"It'll be 40,000 won," the man said.
You handed him the money, before he passed a clear plastic bag over the counter to you.
Before you could leave, the man stopped you.
"Wait, Miss."
You turned around and looked at the man.
"Yes?"
"Do those belong to you?" he asked, pointing at the bag you were now holding.
Aish, does he think I'm stealing?
You complained.
"No."
"Your husband?"
You blushed. It was the second time someone had mistaken him as your husband.
"N-no, it's a friend's, why?"
"In my 30 years of dry-cleaning, I've only seen that brand twice; this time being the second time."
You were confused by what he meant.
"I've researched about that brand when I saw it the first time. Exclusively made in Italy and for V.I.P members only.
A very rare brand. Even for celebrities and millionaires, it's hard for them to get their hands on."
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You crossed your arms and stared at the blazers and sweater that you hung in your closet.
They were still in the clear plastic bag.
The old man's words replayed in your head.
What does he mean?
You thought.
With Eunwoo's situation and now this, you felt overwhelmed.
You closed your closet and began making your way to the Lee's residence.
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"Please put this in Mrs. Lee's study room," Ms. Yoo said, sliding over the tray of fruits and drinks to you.
Is she having a guest over?
You thought.
This was your chance. You had hid the device in your pocket before walking into the property.
You knocked on the door, but no answer came through.
You knocked once more, but nothing.
You turned the knob, pushing the door open.
"Mrs. Lee-shi?"
You scanned around the room and found it to be empty.
Omo, how did I get so lucky?
You asked yourself.
These moments were small victories.
You knew you had to be extremely careful as there were two security cameras in the room.
You carefully placed the tray on the table and then set the fruits and drinks
neatly on the coffee table, while scanning the room for a perfect spot.
Under the couch.
You figured.
You had to stage something.

With a few seconds to spare, you "accidentally" dropped the tray, as two forks jumped out of the tray.
"Omo," you expressed.
You bent down and sneakily slipped your hand inside your pocket.
You bent all the way down to avoid the cameras in the room, removing the adhesive cover. 
Your heart was racing. Mrs. Lee could walk at any moment. 
You stuck the device under her seat. 

"What are you doing?" 
You stopped and looked over your shoulder.
You gulped your saliva.
You quickly stood up and bowed to her.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee," you apologized, as you felt sweat forming.
"What are you doing?"
"I dropped the tray, and I was picking up the forks," you told her, with your head still down.
"Clean it up fast," she said, as she stood there, watching you.
"Yes," you bowed again.
You quickly picked up the tray and the forks.
"I'll bring new forks," you told her.
"Have Ms. Yoo bring them in," she said.
You bowed once more before leaving.
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Your brows furrowed in disappointment, as you walked down the long corridor.
Aish, my only chance.
You thought.
Hajoon's going to be disappointed.
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"Ms. Yoo, I dropped the forks, so you'll need to bring new ones in," you told her.
She sighed in annoyance by your clumsiness.
"Don't let that happen again," Ms. Yoo warned before she left the kitchen.
You peeked out the hallway, hoping that you would get a glimpse of the important guest.
"------shi!" 

Before you could get that glimpse, one of the girls called your name.
"Ah yes?" 
You walked away the moment the special guest walk passed the hallway.
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"Did you hear that they'll be reducing the hours?" 
Your eyes widened in puzzlement.
"What?"
"Yea, that's what I heard the other day. They might even let some of us go," the girl told you.
"Really?" 
You couldn't believe it. Was this going to be the end of your time here? What if today was your last day?
"When will that become effective?"
"I don't know. I just know that it'll be soon," the girl said.
I need to tell Hajoon.
You thought.
"Thank you for telling me this," you smiled.

Ms. Yoo came into the kitchen with a stern look.
"You guys can go home now," she dismissed.
You glanced at the clock behind Ms. Yoo.
It read 10PM/22:00.
Who's the special guest? This looks important.
You thought. 
Too bad I didn't hit the record button.
You mentally facepalmed.
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"Have a good night!"
"Good night!"
"See you guys tomorrow!"
"Get home safely guys!"

You waved them goodbyes as they did the same.
You hid behind a stone wall a few feet away from the residence, making sure you were out of the cameras' sight.
I'm going to catch you, Special Guest!
You were fired up. Even if you didn't get the recording, you were finally going to meet this special guest of Mrs. Lee.
Knowing that this person could play a big part of the mess, it could be beneficial to you and Hajoon.

You thought about Hajoon as you waited for the special guest.
You smiled thinking about that night you got into his car without his permission.
Wait, is he here too?
You quickly scanned the area around, lowkey hoping to find his car parked somewhere near the residence.
You frowned upon seeing no signs of him.
Aish, ------! You're thinking too much about him! Focus on the mission.
You gently slapped your head.
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"Have a good night, Mrs. Lee."
You heard. You smiled upon hearing the person wished. This was going to be a big moment.
You peeked out from you spot on your tippy toes, in hopes to get a better view.

Your smile slowly faded away.
Your body paralyzed on the spot.
Your mouth agape with shock. 
So, he lied. He lied to me.

Eunwoo stepped out of the residence, his head down, showing his respect to Mrs. Lee.

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