Minhyuk Park:

I watched as Stephanie's body fell. Her face had morphed into an expression of shock and confusion as if she couldn't understand her predicament.

It was quite simple, really.

I missed.

She fell.

The glass was supposed to be bulletproof. I watched the glittering shards rain down in slow motion as her body collided with the ground. Is she dead?

I leaned dangerously far out the window, curious. Gravity quickly worked against me as I began to lose my balance. Immediately, I grabbed hold of the edge of the window, slicing my hand open in the process. Shit, that hurts. Glancing at the footage on the device behind me, I quickly regained my composure just in time.

"Fucking get her!" By now, the doors to my office had been thrown open as Castle stared at me, eyes wide. The guards accompanying her nodded before running out of the room. I looked out the window back down to the girl who shifted her head to my voice.

Our eyes met.

Her eyes were as dark as ever, but the anger in them had been replaced by something...hesitation?

What the hell?

"Minhyuk-" Castle started towards me. I moved my bleeding hand behind me. I'll deal with it later.

"I don't want to hear it. Find her."

"I just thought that-" Her demeanor had changed. The normally arrogant woman appeared remorseful. In a way, it was almost amusing.

"Thought what?"

"Nothing." Before I could press further, another figure burst into the room.

"Minhyuk! Are you alright?" Trigger's voice was full of concern as she rushed to my side.

"Yeah." I turned to Castle, "Find Stephanie and bring her to me. She's not escaping again."

Trigger glared at the woman as they exchanged a silent conversation. I almost felt bad for Castle. Instead of being welcomed back by her girlfriend, she was on the receiving end of the woman's frustration. Trigg's perfectly styled eyebrows only accentuated her expression.

"I'll help." Dragging the taller woman out of the room, Trigger practically slammed the door closed.

I shooed the other guards out of the room, sitting back at my desk. Rifling through the drawers, I made a poor attempt to avoid blood dripping onto my paperwork. Finally finding the small first aid kit, I picked out the shards of glass before bandaging my hand up. The white cloth quickly darkened with red as I haphazardly tried to get the blood off of my papers.

Fuck.

The blood itself wasn't a problem, it was almost calming. I was more concerned about the questions I'd have to answer when I turned the work in. It'll be fine. I'll just call it a paper cut.

A very deep paper cut.

After all, I figured the broken window would draw more questions. Might as well start cleaning. There wasn't really a way to get rid of the shards still attached to the edges, or a way to glue everything back together. I had a small broom and dustpan at the bottom of one of my drawers, though I wasn't planning on cleaning up glass when I put it there. Carefully, I swept up the small shining pieces before realizing I had nowhere to put them. I had someone take out the trash bin a few hours ago.

Where the fuck did they go?

"Mr. Park?" Speak of the devil. A young man entered the room, eyes wide. In his hands was the very bin I was looking for.

"I don't have all day, bring it over," I snapped. Flustered, he brought it over, allowing me to dump out the dustpan. I looked at the boy. His hair had been dyed a bright blue, and his stature was short. What's someone like him doing here? Nevertheless, I shooed him on, leaving the bin by my desk. Should I go after her, too? There were still questions I had for her, but I didn't know if I could hold my temper against her. I had spent so much time planning how I was going to deal with her. Watching it all go down the drain was enough to reduce me to angry words.

Fucking hell. Absentmindedly, I picked at the bandage around my hand.

That bitch fucking left us.

She didn't even look back.

She knew that I wanted to leave.

She knew Santiago couldn't handle it.

For a while after she left, I figured it was my fault. After all, who would want to help some snarky pain in the ass? As I thought more, I realized that, if anything, she used me. The understanding of that made me unbelievably angry. Even now, I had to stop myself from grinding my teeth and snapping the pen on my desk. The desk I wouldn't have to sit behind if I left when I could. Of course, I couldn't actually leave. If I had known that my father was connected to this business I wouldn't have bothered trying to leave. I snorted. It was almost a good thing I got left behind. I could almost imagine my father tracking me down and putting me right back behind the desk. Looking behind me, the broken window seemed inviting. Not only did I have a gun with bullets in it, but I also had a nice window.

Surely it would be enough to end everything.

Are you stupid Minhyuk? I thought we got past dealing with these thoughts.

After some further contemplation, I settled on leaving the traitor to Trigger and Castle.

You're fucking dead, Stephanie.

And so am I.