"Min?" I turned around at the sound of my name.

"Santiago?" It can't be. I paused, waiting for an answer. Any answer.

Silence fell upon the room.

"What are you doing? Let's eat so we can get to the meeting on time." Trigger was beginning to get off the table, no doubt wondering who I was talking to. I hesitated for another moment, hoping for any sort of response. There was none.

"I'm coming!"

After that encounter, Trigger and I were unable to return to the dining hall. Instead, we were told to give our orders to a guard who would get the food for us. Of course, by then everything was cold, but that didn't seem to matter. It was merely a reminder for me to know where I was. A reminder that the walls could hear. I sighed, looking at the report in front of me. It hadn't even been a week since I agreed to take the job baldy offered, but I had a shit ton of paperwork. Which was stupid since I wasn't even supposed to start until next month. As a bonus, however, I got my own office to work in and it was soundproof. Technically, this meant I could blast my own music, but since the only device I had access to was from baldy, I was pretty limited in what I could play. Serious question, why the fuck would someone block explicit songs? Not that I usually enjoyed that type of music, but it definitely irked me when I figured it out. I'm not a fucking 7-year-old.

I looked back at the report, uninterested. The paper was addressed to "Mirror". I inwardly cringed at my name. Seriously, why did I choose such a stupid name? Maybe I can change it later. The papers weren't even qualified to be a report, they were merely a list of people. I had the honors of choosing who I was going to work with in the camp while I was at the company. A few of the faces were familiar. People I occasionally passed in the hallways or held short conversations with after meetings. Obviously, Trigger wasn't on the list since she couldn't be involved with her father's job at risk. On the other hand, Castle was. Speaking of Castle, wasn't she supposed to be back in a few days? Trigger had made a poor attempt to hide her grin at the news and decided to go clean Castle's room.

"It'll be a nice welcome back!" The woman smiled uncharacteristically, nearly jumping with excitement.

"Whatever. You're just weird."

Circling Castle's picture, I continued flipping through my options, or lack thereof. All these fucking faces were giving me headaches. Not only did I have to look at their skill sets, but also their family's relations with my father's company. Only Castle's was blank in that category, which made me a little more curious. What is she hiding? I'll just ask her when she gets back. I haphazardly threw the papers into a different pile. That's a job for tomorrow's me. Moving onto the next stack of papers, which were actually books for studying. It wasn't even camp-related studying.

"Your mother dropped these off for you." Baldy had stopped by a few days ago with a stack of workbooks. "She said you might as well study Korean while you're working."

I wrinkled my nose. Awfully bold of her to assume that I care. I knew enough to function around the house and at social events where I was just supposed to sit and look pretty. Sure my grammar was shit, but it's not like I was inheriting the company. Minseok should be studying more than I was. Regardless, I opened the first book and started reading.

"Castle. What is your business with Mirror?" Just because people outside couldn't hear me didn't mean I couldn't hear them. I angled the small device at my desk so I could see the hallway better. Cameras are so convenient. Sure enough, Castle was outside my door, speaking with a guard. How did she know where my office is? I thought about calling Trigger to let her know her girlfriend was back early when the second figure caught my eye. Since the video was black and white, I couldn't be sure, but I knew that bold posture anywhere. 

Stephanie Johnson. 

Fucking finally.

"She needs to talk to Mirror." I doubted that we would do any talking since Steph was never good with communication. She'd probably try to stab my eye out as soon as she came into the room.

"No." The one time my guards actually did their job was when I didn't need them to. Go figure.

"I have permission from Trigger. Want me to get her?" Likely fucking story. As far as I knew, Trigger had no idea Castle was even in the building. Nevertheless, the guards relented. Quickly, I turned the screen off before returning to my studying. Opening the drawer by my leg, I eyed the gun it was holding. My father had it delivered to me, assuming I knew what to do with it. He doesn't even bother to visit me anymore. Ha. It was a pretty thing, far too pretty to match my image.

The door opened quietly, but I kept my sight on the papers in front of me. It didn't take a genius to picture what Steph looked like. She's probably just going to gape for a few seconds before remembering what she was doing.

Click.

The woman had shut the door behind her and I grinned.

Finally.