Chapter 37
Seoul, Korea
Chairman Hu’s Residence
“There is a kitchen in the suite,” Kita reminded Rain for the hundredth time.
She smiled as she finished unpacking the items they picked up at the market and started organizing them on the table at Chairman Hu’s residence.
“Without me here to cook for him, Uncle will snacks and unhealthy food that’s quick and easy, and that isn’t good for his heart,” she explained, again. “And it’ll take less time if I prep and cook what I can where I’m familiar with the kitchen, appliances, and know where everything is. You two can go do whatever it is you need to do. I’m just going to be working in here. It’ll take a couple of hours, and I already have a stew on.”
Lucien sat at the table and smiled; he loved helping in the kitchen.
Kita shook his head. “Is there anything you need to bring back to the hotel from you room?”
“Can you grab my pillow and the jogakbo quilt that’s folded up on the bed?” she asked. “My grandma made it for me and I sleep better with it.”
“Lucien, you’ll keep eyes on the target,” Kita instructed then headed to the stairs.
Kita had the layout memorized from the plans filed with the planner prior to construction that Lula had acquired. Rain’s room was in the middle, flanked by Chairman Hu’s room and Dae-Ho’s room. He wasn’t sure why that was, it was a strange design that was purposely built that way he deduced.
Rain’s room had the least amount of windows; two smaller ones that went from floor to ceiling and were barely wide enough for someone to fit out in case of fire. The other rooms had full walls of windows that went from floor to ceiling. The walls and floor were concrete with only one way in or out.
“Huh, it’s a modified cyclone or typhoon shelter,” Kita surmised. “Not something you’d find or need in this area.”
The solid walls were painted in soft purples and greens, strings of lights crisscrossed over the ceiling, and her furniture was minimalist and purposeful. There were no awards, no pictures or artwork, clothing was neatly hung on rolling racks on one wall, and the makeup vanity was immaculately organized. Shoes were lined along another wall, organized by color then style.
“No heels over one inch,” Kita mumbled to himself after her took a quick inventory. All of the hanging dresses were short, nothing full length, but nothing that would be more than two-fingers above the knee. “All neutral colors, no black, red, or greens or purples… But her room is green and purple,” he said. “Because they don’t want to cause her green eyes to appear green?” he wondered; it seemed so trivial.
If anything, her dark olive green eyes were one of the most beautiful things about her, in his opinion.
There were a few out of place items that stole his attention.
An old tube style television with a ten-inch screen had an old video camera connected to it by yellow and red wires. A collection of stuffed animals were arranged in the corner; he could tell they were gifts from fans.
The bed was peculiar and looked more like a child’s hideout than that of an adult, and it made him curious. The requested pillow and quilt were neatly folded on the mattress that was on an extremely low to the ground frame. A plug-in reading light hung over the middle of the mattress, strings of faerie lights encircled the bed, and on the wall were pictures.
Kita didn’t need a dossier to know the pictures were of Seon Rain and her parents. She looked strikingly like her mother, but only Rain was smiling in most of the pictures; apparently her parents didn’t know how to smile. There was a story there, he knew, but it wans’t prudent for the assignment so he didn’t need to know. There was one picture that appeared to be of more importance to Rain than the others, he deduced, the one that was right in the line of sight if she were sleeping on her side. He pulled the picture from the wall then slipped it in his inside jacket pocket for her.
When he stood up, his toe hit the side of the frame and something hit the floor in return. It was a soft sound that came from under the frame. Kita looked around to make sure he was still alone before he ran his hand under the frame, his fingers brushing against what he knocked down.
“Why am I not surprised?” Kita said when he pulled out a journal. “This is old, really old.” He flipped through the pages and that’s when he noticed there were two different contributors; Seon Rain and her mother. “It is the journal of your mother that you’ve inserted pages into, responding to her?” he asked aloud, curious.
Kita should have put it back, it would have been the right thing to do, but the security side of him knew it was a treasure-trove of exploitable information if it got into the wrong hands.
The side he shouldn’t have been listening to, knew it’d help him understand Seon Rain better since she was a walking puzzle he wanted to solve.
Regardless of his reasoning, he did it.
Kita slipped the journal in his inside jacket pocket then turned and headed from the room but paused when something registered.
It felt as if he was being watched.
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