Chapter 38: Dream or Home
"No," Shin replied flatly. "But I saw several recent charges on the credit card she's using. Boutique cafés, a bookstore, clothing stores and some novelty keychains. She's still spending. So obviously, she hasn't broken up with me."
Secretary Yun opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish. What kind of logic is that?
"But... sir... couldn't it be that she just forgot to return the card?"
Shin gave him a look that suggested blasphemy.
"She didn't forget. She refused to see me, yes—but if she really intended to cut me off, she would've couriered the card back. Or cut and throw it out."
Secretary Yun sighed internally. That was true. Miss Zhi didn't seem like the type to hold onto something she didn't mean to use—especially not if she were truly done with someone.
Still. This did not explain the exorcist.
"Boss," he ventured carefully, "are you sure it's not just stress? The fatigue, the insomnia—it might be psychological."
Shin narrowed his eyes. "I haven't gone insane. If I had, you wouldn't be standing here in one piece. Alive."
Secretary Yun decided, with the quiet despair of a man facing the abyss, that this was officially above his pay grade.
"I'll... find a real priest. Or, like you said, anyone qualified to do what you're asking," he muttered, already regretting every career decision that led him to this moment.