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Chapter-9

"Two coffee with cream and sugar, yes please." Jungkook hangs up the phone.

"We'll ask for the juice later, right doc," he says nudging toward Jin who's sound asleep with a face mask covering his eyes.

I nod.
He has already thrown up twice till now.

Jungkook sits beside him looking around at random stuff. The other members of Silver7 had left once Jin fell asleep but he decided to stay longer. They have to be close friends.

He clears his throat, "So this spasm, what exactly causes them?"

"Multiple reasons could be because of deficiencies, stannous workout, extreme fatigue, electrolyte imbalance or dehydration."

"Dehydration as well?"

"Yes."

He looks away like he wasn't willing to ponder more on whatever was going in his mind. Was he hiding something?

"Did you people drink yesterday?" I demand.

"No, not us." He laughs shrugging off but failed to hide the edge in his voice.

"You must tell me in case, you know what I mean, looking at what happened."

"Sim will kill me." He bites on the inside of his lip.
This wasn't a good enough excuse, after all, it's Sim who works for them and not the other way around.

"I won't say a word."

He doesn't believe my words. It was clear from the way he hesitates but he was well aware, I won't stop rattling him until he blurts out everything.

"Well," he brushes on his pants smiling lightly, guilty "we did celebrate a little and yes there were drinks but otherwise it won't be anything like a party."

He looks at Jin and purses his lips.
"Something was bothering him. I noticed it before but never asked. We believe in giving each other some space with personal matters, you know." He shrugs.
"He wasn't drinking initially but I insisted. I didn't know he will end up drinking that much."

"How much exactly?"

"I didn't pay attention, sorry but more than normal. By the end he was too drowsy and we all were tired so we left him there only on the carpet."

I cross my arms.
"And none of you considered it important to inform me."

"In the morning, I promise, I was considering it after checking onto him. But he didn't allow me."
He laces his fingers together clearly realising now, how brightly he handled the situation. I opened the book in my lap. I won't give him any words to lift up his mood. I see myself at no status for that. He should feel bad for his attitude.

Afterwards, when we finished our coffee in silence, Jin stirs in his sleep and finally wakes up.

"How ya feeling now?" I ask checking on his pulse.

"Like I might puke again."

"It's probably because of the aftertaste of medicines. I'll give you some vitamin syrup."

He looks at Jungkook and tries to pull up a grin, " Pink Princess is fine but that doesn't mean I'll allow you to share a bed with me"

Jungkook laughs, "He's all fine doc."

A little bromance will help lighten his head and Jungkook is the perfect jerk for that purpose, so I escape their friendly battle on the pretext of getting something to eat.

By the late noon gloomy clouds hover over Sim. There was a change in the plan and Famajee manager himself put forth the decision to postpone the shoot, to how far wasn't revealed yet.
Sim spends the whole evening pacing the corridors. His forehead covered with creases and muttering to himself. I can understand his anxiety, though he was apt in his work but still he'll have to give an explanation and maybe take up all the responsibility on his shoulders when it wasn't actually.

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Early next morning Sim calls me down in the lounge.
The table in front of was covered with papers and he leans into his laptop. His eyes were puffy maybe he didn't sleep well or didn't sleep at all.

"Kim" he runs his hand through his tousled hair. "How could this happen? We were monitoring everything, his diet, his exercise routine and even his sleeping time."

I suppress a frown. His argument was unreasonable and apparently wasn't even true considering he just missed on the major details of Jin passing out from drinking. He may not even know about it.

"It's human body Sim. It gets off balance sometimes, that's natural."

"It didn't happen with anyone else."

Because no one else was so careless, I thought.
"We can't guaranty. It could have been anyone Sim"

"Remember at least the basic work ethics."

"Sorry?" I say confused by his sudden remark.

He straightens up closing his laptop.

"Don't call me by my name and secondly, accept your fallbacks."

I'm taken aback. He was the one, in the first place to tell the staff to quite the formal crap.

"I'll elaborate to clarify, " he says nudging at my perplexed looks.

"As you are clear its wholly your job to check on the health status of Silver7. You failed there and now we all have to bear the brunt." He adjusts his tie. " So now either guaranty anything like this won't happen in future or be happy to accept your resignation letter."

My mouth tastes like bile. Was he imposing everything on me? Why I'm asking, yes he was. I never knew he would turn out to be such a rotten head.

I trace the inside of my lower lip with my tongue. An old habit whenever I'm considering too many alternatives. Should I hit him under the table or better struggle him with his tie?

I run my finger over the edge of the oak wood table. I have to play safe. I'll regret it, I know but I can't risk my position when everything else is falling apart. Natalie is dead and I don't have a second way now.

"Since you bought up the matter, I too want to clear a few things before making any concluding promises."

He raises an eyebrow. He looks more approachable that way but I will not fall for it, now that I know he can do anything to save his own skin.

"That is? " he prompts.

"My checkups shouldn't be postponed on the pretext of other routines as Sara usually does."

"Sara?"

"For the past two weeks she has made me skip my routine checks multiple times. She's a senior, I understand but you should not give her such authorities to change schedules."

"I never gave any authority."

"Then maybe she's bluffing around many more stuff as well. I'm not doubting your concerns but I can give you my assurance only when others respect the importance of my work and don't rubbish around rather.

" I'll have a word with Sara. You may leave."

I close the door behind slowly as guilt clutches at my stomach.