Three months, that's all it took for the chairman to find you who had disappeared, fading into thin air after your successful yet excessive work.

Giving him work after the work he gave you was done in a mess.

Everyone knows that you yourself decide whether you want to be met, found, or returned.

But not for Carel. When he is ordered to search and he finds it, he will immediately come to pick it up without any care. All he can say, "I'm just doing my job.. as a secretary" in his itchy tone.

And this is what he did for the last three months he was ordered to look for you and finally found you. Why? Considering you're the chairman's best right-hand man, and the chairman wants to make sure you're okay after your last mission, like a wounded kitten, he hopes he understands all of this.

He doesn't care, no f****king a bit.

Here he was, an empty apartment in a building that looked like it had only been occupied for a few months, just like you had been for the past three months. Several blank canvases leaned against the wall, paintbrushes scattered on the floor, paint splatters, a dirty water bowl on a nearby shelf.

He just knew at a glance what you'd been doing all this time. He wasn't surprised.

And standing, almost between your heads lying on the floor with the brushes and other painting equipment. No one ever knows what's on your mind, it's always unstable and changing, happy, sad, manic, depressed, boring, lunatic everything always changes and takes quite a bit of time.

But painting, it stayed there.

Carel's eyes glanced down to where you were lying, where he was standing didn't seem to bother you.

"an... interesting... painting you have there," he said, even though he commented not looking at the paintings Not one. He's not interested, never has been.

His eyes glanced around, but still looked down at you. You were always a test for him, for everything, and luckily all his feelings died long ago. The walls he had were thick enough to keep anything or you on the other side of it.

"Should I start cleaning this apartment, erase your tracks and bring you back?” he asked, formality shrouded in numbness.

Considering some of the evidence from your previous job, there must be some evidence you brought here. That's why you need to be found before the authorities do, even though in reality finding you is almost difficult.

Then he added his eyes looking at you lying on the floor once again, "or do you want to spend a little longer here?"