Soon after Noah left the banquet hall people suddenly started drinking like crazy, either because Noah was going to pay for the banquet or maybe it was usually like this. And not just champagne, extremely expensive drinks started to pour in, and in the end everybody was having drinks such as Royal Salute, Macallan and Glenfiddich.
People in the movie industry were really scary. Mason thought that when your superior says, ‘Order anything you guys want,’ it usually meant, ‘order the cheapest, and eat very little.’ However, here it had the atmosphere of pure festivity and ‘let’s all drink something that we can never buy with our own money.’
Producer Gloria and even the polite and outgoing Chase were drinking excitedly.
Vick, who was sipping one or two champagnes, couldn’t even taste the expensive alcohol and got heavily drunk and walked very unsteadily and ended up falling on a table and spilled the drinks.
“……”
Mason, who was standing on the side, thinking ‘uh, that looks pretty unsafe….’, ended up smelling strongly of alcohol, even though he didn’t drink Macallan or even a glass of champagne.
Because Vick fell down pushing the table, all the champagne glasses on the table fell on top of him.
Mason, who came to the party all dressed up, was now drenched in champagne from chest to waist and glared at Vick. But Vick was already not in his right mind. He didn’t even apologize. He was just crawling under the table like he didn’t know if he was a human or a bug.
Mason glanced at Vick, who was in a place perfect to get stepped on and playing around with people’s legs, and looked around.
He walked over to Producer Gloria, who always took good care of him, and told her, “I don’t think Vick is in his right mind….” She put her glass down and looked at Mason.
“That guy is always not in his right mind.”
“….That seems about right, but….”
Mason looked at her loose eyes, wishing she was just tired, but she said honestly, “Just chuck him away, that guy,” and held her glass again.
Mason searched the party hall to find a person who he could hand over Vick to, but he couldn’t find anyone. They were all drinking like they were out of their minds except for him.
Everybody was drinking like there was no tomorrow, worse than the mercenaries who could actually die any day. Mason stared at them with respect and called for Vick from under the table.
He wouldn’t come out and so Mason grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled. Vick groaned, “Ughhh…,” and was pulled out.
Mason made Vick, who was way heavier than him, stand up and supported him and walked to the elevator that Noah rode a while ago.
His clothes were slightly wet and the alcohol smell was strong. Dragging Vick for about ten meters drenched him in sweat.
“If I knew this would happen, I should’ve drunk too.”
It would’ve been better if he’d let go of his conscience, but it was too late for regret.
He pressed the elevator button and while waiting for the elevator, Vick murmured, “Big hit-…. Big hit…, my big hit….,’ in a moan. Mason seriously thought he wanted to abandon him and leave, but he just sighed.
Ding! At the sound of elevator arriving, Mason got hold of Vick and pushed his head up. And froze just like that.
He felt his heart drop.
Inside the elevator were Aaron and Ashley, standing right there in disguise. Wearing wigs and hats. Glasses and freckles. Because they’d used exaggerated front teeth, they looked like completely different people, but Mason knew for sure.
It was them.
***
“Aren’t you gonna ride?”
Aaron glanced at him and asked.
“Ah…. Sorry. Because of our alcohol smell.”
Unlike his panicked head, his mouth spit out a proper excuse. Mason swallowed his dry throat and fixed Vick and went inside the elevator.
He took two steps into the elevator that felt very long and narrow. Mason made Vick lean on one side and rolled his eyes while holding onto him.
Aaron and Ashley.
As soon as he saw Aaron, very much unlike him, Mason’s brain stopped working as if it had evaporated. His heart rate that had dropped now started to beat very fast.
It was a natural reaction when you meet the man that killed you.
Mason felt his body tense up, in meeting the two very unexpected people, at a very unexpected place. It was hard to tell, whether his body was shivering because of fear, or anger.
Mason held his breath and controlled his expression. He felt himself automatically school his facial features into indifference, but he couldn’t be sure. Mason lowered his head, such that his eyes were only on Vick, as much as possible. But he felt a stare and raised his head.
Ashley was glancing at him. Because of that 'I know you' stare, Mason panicked for a second, but remembered he was Haley now and a celebrity and smiled brightly.
He saw Ashley’s face slightly blush. Aaron looked at her and soon asked Mason.
“Should I press it for you?”
He was talking about the elevator button. They probably thought Mason looked uncomfortable because of Vick, so they put their hands on the buttons.
“Ah. Thank you. Seven…… teen.”
Mason noticed that the 12th floor button was already pressed. ‘12th floor? What’s on the 12th floor?’ When he checked the floor diagram chart on the wall, it said suites and VIP business room.
Mason tried to figure out what their business was. Ashley and Aaron shouldn’t be out walking around right now. Not sure about Aaron, but especially Ashley. Compared to trying to find the unidentified corpse of Mason, it was natural to conclude that Ashley, who’d just disappeared, was also a target and so, the whole area must be crawling with agents hunting her.
‘You guys might get caught even in a crappy room eating pizzas, but why are you walking around like this?’
Even if they disguised themselves, the level of disguises were very noticeable to people who knew them. They probably know it themselves, and they looked pretty tense. What was their business in this hotel? There was no way that they were trying to secure a place to stay. They can’t be in a place full of CCTV like this.
‘What are they up to, seriously?’ Mason quickly worked his head.
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