sabotage

Seungmin's heart raced as the shards of glass crunched under his feet, a cacophony that matched the chaos in his mind. The small meeting room was in disarray, remnants of his carefully orchestrated plan scattering across the floor like the broken pieces of his sanity.

"Where the hell is Jiso?" he demanded, his voice low but seething with anger. He glared at his subordinate, who flinched under his scrutiny; . He hadn't seen her all day, lurking in the background..

"If she's up to something…" Seungmin muttered under his breath, the threads of apprehension tangling in his thoughts. He had invested too much time, too much effort into his plans to let her disrupt everything now.

"Sir, I… I haven't seen her since the meeting," the subordinate stuttered, desperately trying to regain his composure. The fear in his eyes deepened Seungmin's rage; he needed answers, not excuses.

"Find her!" he snapped, his frustration boiling over. "If she's trying to sabotage this, I swear I will have her head."

The subordinate nodded, scrambling to leave the room, though he couldn't conceal the quiver in his voice as he muttered, "Yes, sir."

Left alone in the chaos, Seungmin paced the room, visions of Jiso's fierce determination flashing in his mind. He knew her well enough to recognize when she was up to something. And if she was, it could mean disaster.

He glanced toward the shattered glass, remnants of the past scattering his thoughts. "I can't let her ruin this," he whispered to himself, steeling his resolve. Determination washed over him; he was not about to let her take away what he had worked so hard to build.

With a deep breath, he straightened the lapels of his jacket, prepared to confront whatever storm Jiso was brewing. If she thought she could play this game and win, she was about to find out just how wrong she was.

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The moment Rowoon stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, he barely had time to register his surroundings before Min-Soo's fist connected with his face. The impact sent him staggering back, pain blooming in his cheek, but Rowoon didn't retaliate. There was a heavy weight on his conscience, a truth he couldn't deny: he was at fault.

Fuming with rage, Min-Soo advanced, gripping Rowoon by the neck, his knuckles white with tension. "How the hell did you let this happen?" he demanded, his voice a low growl that echoed through the cavernous space. Rowoon felt the pressure tightening around his throat, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I—" Rowoon started, but the words caught in his throat as the desperation in Min-Soo's eyes pierced through the anger. "I just need to find Felix," Rowoon replied, every syllable heavy with defeat and guilt.

At the mention of Felix's name, Min-Soo's grip loosened slightly, and he released Rowoon, stepping back as he raked a frustrated hand through his hair. In his rage he did not look well at Rowoon appearance, and he will agree Rowoon look like a mess , which was not something he has ever seen before. The rage dissipated, leaving behind a palpable dread. Rowoon wiped the blood from his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"Lucky Felix has a tracker on him," Min-Soo finally muttered, almost as if talking to himself, the edge in his voice softening just a fraction.

"Are you serious?" Rowoon straightened, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest. "So we can find him?"

Min-Soo nodded, his expression grave but resolute. "Yeah, I put it on him last week. He didn't even know. I was afraid something like this might happen." The frustration returned, yet there was a layer of urgency that gave Rowoon a sense of direction.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Rowoon urged, the adrenaline rushing back as he felt the fleeting grasp of hope tighten around his heart. "Let's find him."