"Alright. Give me a week tops to create a professional team. I know a few colleagues from back in the day who I'm in touch with. Yes. I'll send you an email with their contact info as soon as they respond. Thank you very much sir, I'm grateful you think so highly of me." The man opens his office door and takes a place at his desktop computer. "Don't worry I have it all under control. Yes, I'll see you next week if not sooner. Bye sir."
Yoongi hangs up his mobile and sets it down. He immediately covers his face with stress and rubs his temples. Sometimes his boss can give him a headache that won't go away until he leaves the office around dusk. There is literally no way he knows enough people to build a task force team in less than a week. He knows of one colleague who might help him out with connections, but it's not for sure.
Yoongi picks his mobile back up again and flips it open dialing a number.
"Hello? I'm looking for a Park, Jimin? Oh great! I was wondering what your prices for hire were? Good, I'd like to present you with a puzzling case ... If you wouldn't mind booking a face to face appointment? Great, what day would you be available? Yes, three o clock then? Great, bye sir."
In a better mood than before, he hangs up his mobile once more. Park, Jimin a professional physiologist and criminal profiler who graduated university the same year as him. From what he remembers the boy was a very hard worker, and too hard on himself. We;ll be using the local police, but he should have a Private Detective to recommend.
Yoongi takes a stack of papers on his desk and signs on the dotted lines for each individual page. He's not only the team manager at his police station, but a lawyer on the side. He's taking online classes since the university is out of state. It isn't as if everything comes easy to him, but his technical record would have anyone think differently. His IQ score qualifies him for Mensa. The papers go into the 'out' tray on his desk and he slides another stack in front of him.
He leaves his office and locks it up, then leaves the building, hops into his Audi A6 and heads home. In order to de-stress Yoongi turns his radio up high and bops his head to the beat of some dope ass rap. As the song changes to his favorite, he pulls into his house driveway. That always happens.
On his way in Yoongi grabs the newspaper on the front step. Inside he kicks his shoes off by the door and removes his coat. His house smells like leather furniture and lavender air freshener. He switches on the television to watch his favorite night time drama show. A captivating psychological thriller about a man who goes through dementia and doesn't remember his own daughter, who happens to be a serial killer. The rest of the show is unlocking the mystery of the only man who knows about his daughter.
Ring~~ Ring~~Ring! Yoongi makes a sour face, because he hates taking work calls past his day hours. He answers, "Hello?Oh Park, Jimin. How are you?"
He smiles at the thought of his boss praising him for recruiting a member already. "Tomorrow? Let's see, I don't have any appointments set up, just a meeting in the morning. You'd like to move your appointment forward? Oh, sorry to hear that about the loss of a case... I can do tomorrow at 2... Great! I'll see you tomorrow then." He hangs up.
Talking to himself he mutters,"I'm impressed with myself. If all goes well I'll have myself a professional profiler on the case."
Rewarding himself with dinner, he cooks something delicious up in the kitchen. Some rice, carrots, and stir fry. "Oh! Decided to show yourself Leo?" The grey kitten jumps onto the counter top purring for a bite of food. Yoongi drops a clump of rice at his feet. "At this rate you'll eat more than a kitten should." He pets him for a minute and he jumps down to lovingly rub on Yoongi's leg.
"Your welcome. Now, let's go watch our show with no interruptions."
At 11, tired and beat from the work day he takes a quick shower, then finds his way under a heavy comforter. His house tends to be drafty at night.