The sudden knock nearly made Mikaela's heart fly out of his mouth. Quickly, he slips the phone underneath a pillow, gets up and makes his way to the door.
Another knock hits the door before he reaches it.
"Yes?" He answers. No response.
He unlocks the door and peaks his head out.
It was an old man, in the Hotel's signature uniform colors: black and brown.
"Excuse me young man, I was sent here by the owner, one of the cleaning staff, they saw Ceo Ji-hoon stumble in here, Mr. Falcon wants to know if he's alright."
Mikaela blinks his eyes for a minute processing the words of the frail old man, "Oh. Right." The Bastard did mention that he's best buds with the owner of this place.
Mikaela wears one of his best smiles "He's fine. Just had a few too many drinks. No cause for alarm." He nods reassuringly.
The old man believes him in an instant, "Oh that explains the stumbling. Ah…youth. Okay then, do let me know if you need anything." He waves off.
A lightbulb switches on in Mikaela's head, "Wait! There is one thing…"
— • —
Mikaela turns away from the door, drying his wet hands on the sides of his robe. It was quick thinking on his part to give his messed up clothes to the old man so could directly take them to the hotel's laundry service.
Of course he didn't want the poor old man to touch that nasty stuff so he dipped them in the bathtub for a quick rinse. That didn't get rid of the smell though.
He takes a look at Ji-hoon, his legs now completely bare, Normally I wouldn't care if this asshole slept in his own fluids but I had to give the old man his pants too to keep up the virtuous secretary act.
He didn't really care if the old man could tell what was going on or not, he had no doubt that the hotel staff knew of Ji-hoon's perverted antics already. Besides, once this mission is over, they will forget he ever existed.
He makes a call to Darcy, her voice sounds breathless, like she has been on the edge of her seat waiting impatiently.
"Damn it Mikaela, your tracking sensors read you heading to the House of Falcon. I was getting worried. "
He rolls his eyes, "Jesus, can you relax? Anyway, I need you to hack into Ji-hoon's phone for me."
"You got his phone with you right now?"
"Yup."
"How???" She inquiries.
Sighing, he rubs his forehead like the question gave him a headache "I rather not discuss how, when and why Darcy, just do what I asked."
"Okay, okay. Since you have the phone with you that shouldn't be a problem. I'd just send you the file the intelligence commonly use for mobile surveillance. After that you can send it over to Ji-hoon's phone and install it."
"Got it." He checks his phone. She already sent it: Froggie- a form of malware, hidden in plain sight. Darcy can be a bit of a chatterbox but when she's fast, she's fast.
"Got it." He connects his phone with Ji-hoon's via Bluetooth.
"So Mika…about what you told Director Park."
There she goes again, this woman."Darcy…"
"I just wanted to clarify that I didn't know that part about Ji-hoon's secretaries. I would have said something if I did. All I knew was he is a pervert."
Pervert feels like an understatement right now… "Look Darcy, it's fine. How about that code I sent you, have you been able to decipher it?"
"Not yet, since all we have is general knowledge of Ji-hoon and Jang Industries to compare to. Hacking his phone could give us a larger scope."
The file transfer is completed. Mikaela installs the file. A pixelated frog icon pops up with a wink and fades out. Mikaela deletes the transfer history as well as the file.
"I'm in."
"Excellent. Report back your findings later.".
"Copy that."
He switches her off. He places Ji-hoon's phone back in his suit pocket, taking one last stare at him on the bed. He needs to leave the room immediately because he can't trust himself to not kill the bastard while he's vulnerable like this, mission be damned.
— • —
The laundry staff were able to get the smell out of his clothes quickly enough that Mikaela was impressed. As he steps out of the elevator to the hotel lobby, he sees a familiar face on a television screen from the corner of his eye. Amélie Rothenberg, yelling and brawling her eyes out to a male character.
A female hotel staff smiles, watching the screen with awe, "Beautiful isn't she? I guess all omegas look like that huh?"
Mikaela shrugs at her, "She's alright." His mind goes back to the text exchange between Amélie and Ji-hoon. What was the nature of their relationship?
But before he can dwell on that question, a man in a dark hoodie and worn out jeans, clinging a duffel bag to his side, bumps hard into the female worker, knocking her down to the floor.
"Hey!", Mikaela calls the man out, not about to let this slide. He grabs a hold of the man's hood, reeling him back, he takes a quick notice of a tattoo featuring two Bs, with snakes and swords around it, right on his bald head, seemingly new.
The man pulls away, "Let go you fucker!", he runs out the main door.
Mikaela eyed narrows, wanting to go after him but he sees the woman on the floor struggling to get up so he helps her.
"That looked like a criminal, I better let security know." Before he can stop her, she speeds through the lobby hallway.
With her gone, he inspects a wrapped package on the floor that fell out of the man's bag.
He picks it up, sniffs it. There's no doubt about it. That guy had crack on him, but what's a guy like that doing transporting drugs in a place like this?