Chapter 2 The Truth

The clicking of Quinn's polished dress shoes echoed down the dimly lit hallway as he stormed out of his office, his brow furrowed in dismay.

The mysterious phone conversation continued to torment him, and he moved with a sense of urgency. As he rounded the corner, he bumped into Liana, his personal assistant, who greeted him with a slight bow and genuine concern in her eyes.

"Sir, it's not time for your next meeting," she stated calmly and gently, attempting to determine the reason for his concern.

Quinn's eyes flashed with impatience as he regarded her, his tone icy and terse. "And did I ask you to talk?" He brushed past her without a second glance, his mind preoccupied with the mystery developing around him.

As he stepped outside the towering glass doors of his company's headquarters, Quinn approached his sleek black car, the engine purring to life as he got into the driver's seat. He let out a strained breath, shutting his eyes tightly as his fingers clenched the steering wheel.

His heart quickened as the mysterious voice from the phone call echoed in his memory, sending chills down his spine.

"What was that?" he wondered, his thoughts reeling.

"Who could that be?" he whispered, the thought of the unknown weighing against him like an unseen burden.

"Who's that in the darkness?" The question hung in the air, creating a distinct sense of unease in the car.

Quinn's mind raced with possibilities, desperately attempting to untangle the web of questions left by the mysterious caller. As he attempted to determine the caller's identity and motivations, he studied every relationship, enemy, and acquaintance through a suspicious lens.

As Quinn found himself immersed deeply in his thoughts, he wondered what was lurking in the shadow, toying with his mind.

He turned on his car engine and started driving, heading to a cemetery. Before he got to the cemetery, he branched out at a flower store to get a flower.

Quinn got to the cemetery, hopped out of his car, and went inside the cemetery.

He stopped walking when he saw her grave. Quinn placed the flower he bought in front of her grave and gazed at the grave.

"It's my fault you died; I should not have left you that day and ignored your calls," he mumbled.

The sound of a loud chime coming from his phone interrupted his thoughts as he sighed heavily.

He turned on his phone, and a message came in from Kakao Talk, a social media app.

Quinn saw a message from 'Girlie' his online best friend.

"Hey buddy," Quinn smiled at the message, followed by a soft chuckle.

"Girlie," he sent, and he shut his eyes. Almost immediately, his phone chimed.

He saw a new message from Girlie, then viewed it.

"You don't sound good; you only call me by the name Girlie if something is bothering you. Quinn, spill it, is something wrong?"

Quinn chuckled again before replying. "Someone toyed with my mental health."

"And who could that be?" She sent, and he slowly raised his eyebrow, exhaling deeply.

"I need to find out about it; let's talk later." He sent, logged out, and dialed a line immediately.

It took a few seconds before the call was answered.

"I'll send a number to you, track it, and tell me who owns the number," he said, cutting the call without waiting for a response from the other end.

Quinn sent the number that called him earlier to the number that he called now.

As soon as Quinn sent the number, a call came in.

Liana. He answered the call.

"Sir, your next meeting is about to start." Quinn nodded as if she could see him and ended the call.

"What should I do? I have to go. I'll come back again. I'm sorry for murdering you," he stated, a hint of regret reflecting in his voice.

He sluggishly walked out of the cemetery and hopped inside his vehicle. Quinn drove for a few minutes, heading to his company.

A few minutes later, he arrived at his company as he slowly parked his car in the parking lot. After parking, he hopped out of the vehicle and went inside his company's building. Quinn made his way directly to the conference room, where the meeting had been held earlier. When he arrived, his business partners greeted him and recognized his presence as he sat at the head of the table. The meeting commenced, and as the conversation began, Quinn noticed his uncle Williams seated on the left side of the table. A smirk formed at the corner of his mouth, knowing full well that his uncle's presence was not entirely for the purpose of the meeting.

"Let's begin with the shareholder updates," one of the partners said, directing everyone's attention to the agenda.

As the meeting progressed, Quinn's thoughts turned to the strange phone call he'd received. The strange message had left him on edge, and the sight of his uncle only added to his anxiety. He knew that Uncle Williams had always been envious of his success, and he couldn't help but wonder whether the strange contact was related to his uncle's intentions.

Despite the distraction, Quinn maintained a calm demeanor, determined not to let his personal, important business get in the way. He refocused on the topic, determined to ensure that the meeting's outcome was beneficial to the company's future.

As the meeting progressed, Quinn's partners provided updates on their individual projects and discussed the company's overall success. The mood was professional but tense, as each member was aware of the risks involved in sustaining the success of their business.

Throughout the conference, Quinn kept a close eye on his Uncle Williams, who appeared unusually quiet. Uncle William's gaze darted around the table, as if looking for an opportunity to intervene. Quinn saw an opening and chose to address him directly.

"Uncle Williams, it's a pleasure to have you join us today. I'm curious to know your thoughts on our current business strategies." he said, staring at him.

Williams cleared his throat, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden attention. He kept staring at Quinn as he spoke; he was angry with him, and he knew Quinn had called him out on purpose.

It was late; the conference had ended, the business partner had left, and Uncle Williams approached Quinn, glaring at him before departing. Quinn smirked and left the firm as he got into his car, and the driver sped away.

Hours later, he arrived at the mansion and went directly to his room. After a shower, he put on his pajamas and lay down on the bed, but his thoughts kept wandering back to the mysterious call. As he tossed and turned, his phone buzzed, and he spotted a text message from Girlie. A smile slipped his lips.

He couldn't stop smiling as he read Girlie's note, which piqued his interest. He felt it was nice that she wanted his opinion on a culinary topic. Sitting up on the bed, he decided to respond to her message with a voice note to add a more personal touch.

"Hi, Girlie, I am delighted to assist you with your macaroni and cheese venture. You can listen to the voice note," he said, his voice warm and pleasant.

After a few minutes, she answered his message, and after chatting for several hours on the Kakao Talk app, with a warm exchange of goodnight, Quinn logged out just as he was about to fall asleep. His phone buzzed, and he saw a text message on his SMS.

"Don't you want to find out the truth?"

To be continued...