Mikaela walks into the Jang Towers at eight in the morning. Unlike yesterday, the premises were filled with employees today. He spots the receptionist from the entrance.
She's young; mid twenties at least, wearing a green dress, her dark hair tied back neatly in a bun. She's thin, almost too thin, as if she's recovering from anorexia.
She smiles at Mikaela once she sees him, waving her right arm, "Good morning, Mr. Miller." Her accent sounds distinctively Indian.
Mikaela is taken back a bit, still he waves back at her, "Good morning, you already know my name."
"Ah sorry! I didn't mean to come off as overly friendly. It's just that Mr. Joshua already informed me about the new secretary and described your looks. I could tell who you were just by his description alone. He was right. You have such a unique appearance."
"…Thanks." Mikaela manages to respond despite the frustration of being known for his looks here as well.
"My name is Mira Basu. You can refer to me as Miss Basu or just Mira if you'd like."
Mikaela nods, "Alright, Miss Basu."
Mira shifts her head to take a quick peek at the door, "Where is Director Jang?"
Mikaela lifts his eyebrows at her question.
Mira smacks herself on the forehead, "Oh I haven't even given you the keys yet. The company's car keys. I'm sure you're already aware that you're the one who picks the director from his home."
"Oh." Mikaela forgot about that.
Mira frantically searches for the keys, leaving her desk in disarray, "Oh I pray Director Jang doesn't get mad at you for your late arrival." She finally finds and tosses them to Mikaela. She takes out a sticky note from her office supplies and writes on it quickly before giving it to Mikaela. It was the address to Jang's residence.
"Appreciate it." Mikaela, thanks and turns to the door.
"Just doing my job. Now hurry, Director Jang is anything but a patient man."
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Mikaela is pretty much flying on the highway, barely avoiding hitting jaywalkers and is nearly over the speed limit. He's driving the latest Jang model. It's black and has its windows tinted. As a person who mostly rode on bikes, he's trying to get used to the steering wheel.
Better call Darcy now that I'm alone.
He twitches on his communicators and instantly gets connected to her.
"Darcy! Darcy! Can you hear me?" He calls out.
She answers, "Yeah I can. Why are you yelling?"
"If you can't tell by my moving trackers, I'm on the road."
"You're heading to the Jang's right now?" She asks.
"Yeah."
"Okay Mikaela please, please, call me when you get there. Something in Ji-hoon's house could be beneficial to the case."
"I can handle a little search without assistance. I'd call if I need your help or not. Any luck on finding apartments on Baker's Row?"
"Yeah I got one…It's pretty small, though. Are you sure you need an apartment."
"Trust me, I do. If I raise any suspicions and they start to put me under surveillance, I'd have to live up to the story I gave them. Ji-hoon thinks Liam Miller lives in Baker's Row, so I have to live in Baker's Row."
Darcy stays quiet for a few seconds before responding, "I can't argue with that logic. Just be careful."
"Of course I will," Mikaela reassures her. He switches off his communicators and speeds straight unto a bridge towards the direction of uptown of Nexpoint City, where the Jang's Mansion was located.
— • —
Mikaela slows down as he gets closer to the location, which is right at the center of uptown, the heart.
The mighty black colored steel gates and fences screamed wealth, the letter "J" monogrammed boldly in gold on them.
Mikaela parks right in front of the closed gates.
BEEP BEEP!
He presses on the car horn until a voice from the speakers near the gates stops him.
"STATE YOUR IDENTIFICATION AND YOUR BUSINESS HERE!" The voice orders, the speakers amplifying their volume to the max.
Mikaela covers his ears to prevent his eardrums from combusting, "Liam Miller! Mr. Jang's New Secretary! I'm here to pick him up-"
Before he can finish his sentence, the steel gates slide automatically from the right, allowing an entrance. The car moves inside at a neutral pace as Mikaela looks around the compound. The fact someone can own a large area of land and just fill the space with fields, gardens, fountains and other luxuries while the city's homeless population keeps rising pisses him off, the possibility of it being built off money from the exploited makes it worse.
At long last, he makes it to the main house, the distance being 300 feet from the gates, straight from the driveway. He parks unevenly and strolls to the front door. He knocks on it firmly. He knocks again more vigorously. No response.
He eventually decides to open the door and let himself in. The house's interior leaves him in awe at the initial sight of it. It's modern with Korean cultural decor, paintings, lamps, and the likes. The walls are beige while the ceiling is green; it's high above giving the living room a spacious look. The staircase looks like it was made out of marble.
Living like damn royalty.
A creak from a door pulls Mikaela from his thoughts as his eyes scans the room. He gets into a cautious stance, getting ready for whoever or whatever would show up.
A dark skinned Korean male comes out naked with a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. Steam escapes the room he comes out of, and the water droplets move down his muscular body. His wet hair almost made Mikaela not recognize him since it was down.
He greets him, slightly bowing down his head, "Good morning, Mr. Jang."