[EMY]
My peaceful afternoon, my calm life, my neatly organized photocards—they all suddenly felt very fragile.
"What kind of situation?" I asked.
"I would prefer to explain in person."
"That sounds ominous."
"It is… complicated."
That was even worse.
I leaned back into the couch, staring at the ceiling.
Somewhere deep inside my soul, a tiny voice whispered: Here we go again.
"When do you want to meet?" I asked.
"Today, if possible."
"Today?"
"Yes."
Well.
That definitely meant it was serious.
I glanced around my apartment, as if the walls might suddenly reveal the hidden disaster Mr. Park was referring to.
Everything looked normal.
Peaceful.
Deceptively peaceful.
"Alright," I said finally. "Where?"
"I will send the address."
A second later, my phone buzzed with a message.
I opened it.
It was a café.
Private.
Discreet.
Of course it was.
"I'll be there," I said.
