The Ruins Of Ruination
@jojigja
Deceiving Mr. Song didn't make Mindy feel good. Actually she felt terrible. However, she knew her cousin and his stubborn pride would never allow him to call or go to see Song Jae Hyuk for help himself. There was simply too much history there and none of it good. Honestly, if she'd had more time (and if Hux hadn't royally fucked himself in all ways he possibly could), she would have just gone with a service. Unfortunately she had no time, not even a little. She also had to admit that while her Korean was passable, as in basically enough to keep her cousin from further ruining his reputation, it was nowhere what it needed to be in order to navigate the world of terrorist security, covert travel and personal protection in the heart of South Korea.
The fact is her cousin needed a bodyguard, and not just "anyone" was gonna do. . .
"Annyeonghi jumusyeosseoyo Song-ssi!" Mindy put on her best, just-doing-the-job-sir personal assistant voice in her halting Korean, while she tossed no less than three empty bottles of Ruou Mau Son in the hotel trash can. THREE? Seriously Huxley?! He probably couldn't even stand up right now, she thought glaring at his still closed suite door. Unbelievable the man was on the cusp of losing everything he'd work his whole life for, and maybe get assassinated in the most publicly horrific way possible, and yet he was hungover (and likely closeted up with some over tarted up art groupie trollop). However all of that was a problem for later Mindy. Current Mindy had to convince a one Song Jae Hyuk, to take the job no one in the world wanted right now (least of all likely Song himself). . .
That was: Keeping her cousin alive, and pulling his career out off a proverbial toilet.
"Song-ssi, this is. . .uh. Ngo Mindu." At the least moment, Mindy switched to her birth name in introduction. She doubted Song even remembered the slip of a mousy ghost girl she'd been two years ago, who still trembled and squeaked out her name was “Mindy”. Still no sense in taking any chances. After all how many “Mindys” would the man know speaking in heavily accented Korean? She needed to at least get him and her cousin in the same room. The rest she’d worry over later.
"I have some contacts who say you're discreet, efficient, and knowledgeable about the art world. I also have a client who needs—ah—shall we say, your personal brand of expertise. My client is well respected in art circles around the world and you will be handsomely compensated for your time, as well as my client footing all of your expenses. Do you think we could set up a meeting?”