“If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?”
Looking at her isn’t exactly new to him, but wanting toknow why she’s there is somewhat a surprise. He doesn’t really expect people tobarge in and out of his office every time they have something in hand thatcould fulfill his need in feeding that little part of him that wanted so muchaction from the work that he has in hand.
“Karma doesn’t do well with detectives like me.”Basically, he’s just a police man who actually could connect things together byhis state of mind. Karma isn’t exactly something that he has on his text booksright after he graduated in high school and he knew too well to dwell withthose thoughts in hand; Karma isn’t something to ponder upon, when he’s toobusy fighting off criminals at night, like a stupid vigilante who likes puttinghimself in danger, the only difference is that, Myungsoo just couldn’t sleeplike a normal human being, and medication isn’t exactly something that he wouldlike to help him. In any way possible, if he were to put the statement in thecorrect manner, karma would simply create a small patch of deration in the equationthat he already placed and put in front of his mind whenever he’s dealing withthings in line with his job. The thing is, karma cannot really be explained byanything but that rational thing called coincidence, and he’s more like ascientific guy who would actually like everything be explained in such matterthat he could understand than to think of any phenomenon that states theotherwise.
Myungsoo looks at her, above all the papers from hishands while shrugging—he doesn’t really know what to say, he can justify hisactions by stating that he’s basically doing something out of the greater good,and yet what could she know about anything that is rotating around the universethat he created of his own. “Look, I don’t know what psychological theory couldapply to it, as far as I know anything about you but whatever karma can do tome, it’s none of your business.”
First of all, he needed to know what she’s doing thereand why, the golden girl, or as how he knew her from the agency that took a lotof time in actually creating a capable excuse of tax payment issues wanted tobribe him a few years while he’s still making a name of himself; no wonder heknew her, and no wonder he hates whatever affiliation she has with that modelagency, wanting to hide anything that could be as proof that they don’t exactlypay anything on time, and blames other people for their own fault. “As you cansee, I’m busy. If you’re not, then good for you; for not for me, what do youwant, and why are you here?”