CHAPTER FIVE
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Certain parts of his life- the secret painful memories, is agonizing loss- need never surface under public scruntiny. It took a lot of effort to secure his privacy. Reporters didn't care to linger on what it took to be a driver his journey, the legacy he wanted to create. Instead they wanted him to perform on cue like a trained animal, posing and talking about nonsense and selling you soul for men's cologne.
"Aren't you racing in two weeks?" Namjoon ask. Taehyung nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"
" just wondered. I . Well ..,, don't know.--?
Taehyung held his counsel on the possibility that he couldn't race, He wasn't going to give voice to his fears plus thinking about it only brought the annoying dr to mind.
"Oh another note," Tony, it's crew chief interjected. "I've heard that john lewis isn't happy with his team he might be looking for a new home to call his own."
"Really? Taehyung resisted, being too interested before he got all the facts. Dealing with his own health issues had distracted him from paying attention to what was happening behind the scenes in the racing community.
Drivers teams and crew or pir chiefs shifted its reason to create new winning teams or to breath life into an old team.
" We have talked about recruiting," the crew chief sounded eager, but that is a pain there is a reason why his possibly moving on to his second team." Namjoon interjected can't deny that he's a good driver is got the edge isn't afraid to take risk is hungry," Martha added.
Taehyung listened to Martha's assessment of Lewis. His marketing guru knew that she was talking about but there was also an open admiration for the man.
"I guess you're suggesting that someone talk to him," Taehyung said.
They all look at him.
Taehyung cross arms. We'll see," John would be an asset, but would be high maintenance from the beginning, There was some others had approached first.
In quick order his supervisors provided a summary of major activity happening within their departments.
Taehyung followed up with a few questions. Overall he was satisfied with the operations. Now it was time to get back in his personal situation-- being able to race in two weeks.
He stood his legs almost buckled a wave of dizziness hit as if someone held in his head in a tight grasp and shook it a couple times. He gritted his teeth determined to push away the nausea.
"Ok boss" Namjoon push in his side conversation with Martha.
"Yeah" Must have been the egg sandwich from this morning. He lied. Coffee had been his only meal. He tapped his stomach for emphasis.
"I have some antacids in my desk", his crew chief said as he exited the office.
Taehyung didn't protest cold sweat had broken out on his forehead. This could not be happening. He blinked his eyes to see it the condition lesson on a good note at least the sensation didn't get worse. He walked over to his coffee maker and for the cup without dressing it up with cream or sugar, he drank the coffee bracing himself against the bold taste. When everything failed coffee was his medicine of choice.
Taehyung accepted the antacids and then shooed everyone out of his office. The minute the door closed he walked around the desk and sat heavily in the chair. The muscles supporting his neck would tight like corded rope pulling up at his shoulders. Tension couldn't ease as the muscles continued to twist into the back of his head his head still felt as if it had been locked in an yielding vise.
Maybe he was coming down with a sinus infection. The change in the weather certainly did come with its range of allergens. He prayed that he'd feel better quickly.
He closed his eyes against the fluorescent layer of the overhead light. Nursing injuries after a race wasn't new. The reality came with the job. However his car flip after being clipped by another aggressive driver, and his seatbelt had snap loose. Regardless he had to push aside the grumblings from his body and move on. Car racing and injuries were an inevitable partnership.
A knock on his door jarred his attempt to empty his mind for a chance to relax he tried to ignore this latest assault to his nerves. His staff knew that if he didn't respond, it was a sign to leave him alone. Truthfully he didn't expect to win the warm and fuzzy award from them. But he did show remorse from his temper with more meaningful ways like bonuses and day offs.
" Now that's a good reason for not answering my knock."
"Dr. Park?" Taehyung blinked twice to see if his unsettling head affected his vision.Nope. the Doctor stood near the door looking down her nose at him. The ponytail she'd last worn had given way to a simple part in the middle with her hair loose on the either side of her face, flowing to her shoulders.
" You don't look well". Dr Park crossed the room and walk behind his desk, right up to his chair, she reached towards him.
Taehyung back away. He didn't care if she creased her forehead with a million frowns. "You're on my turf".
" And what's that supposed to mean to me?" She raised her hand again towards him. This time he didn't full away. Gently she laid the back of her hand against his forehead.
" I don't plan to undergo another examination," He protested.
"You could make things easier and let me check over and pass out and head to the hospital in an ambulance." She checked his pulse next.
" I'm fine now." His head was cleared.
" You're pulses is slightly raised. What have you been doing?"
" I was giving my team a pep talked." Taehyung retorted.
"Hmmmm"
" Then you walked in"
"Hmm"
"Come to deliver more bad news", He eyed her warily.
"Well" that would depend." Once the doctor was done looking into his eyes and feeling his lymph nodes she moved in front of the desk.
"Your investors failed in their attempt to overturn my decision about your case" she smiled more like displayed an evil grin. "Looks like I will now be pressured to making sure to get into tip-top shape, so you can earn your keep that's the reason that i came I wanted to deliver my message in person."
Taehyung grown she didn't care if her delicate feelings got hurt this situation just plain suck you only wish that his pulse would stop spiking as if he was racing by foot around the track like he kept telling himself "She wasn't his type".
Too sensible
Too stubborn
She removed her glasses resting the tip of the handle against her full glossy lips. Her gazed narrowed, lips tightened as his visual trespass maybe he shouldn't have start at her mouth "too" darn sexy
He meant "too"safe. She had the girl next door demeanor the girl next door who also happened to be brilliant confident and completely attractive.
Jade pulled away from Taehyung and dropped her hands to her side. Could he possibly sense the effect of her attraction to him flooding her system, if he did then his cool cockiness reminded her to take a mental step back even with his symptoms. He still had a powerful aura his eyes shifted from her face and slid easily along the contours of her body before he rested his steady gaze on her face her body traitorous response sent a surge of heat that spike and its folded to her body she wanted to clamp her hands on her cheeks to hide her blush.
Blushing wasn't a frequent occurrence given the fact that she had no one in her life to make her pulse race. Maybe she was out of practice and a little weak against Taehyung's empty flirtation.
She hadn't spent eight years getting her degree and license to be reduced to a horny i***t in front of a gorgeous patient.
Jade pulled out her keys and swung her pocket book over her shoulder. "I'm ready to drive you to the hospital for tests."
"I only have a pinched nerve"
"Maybe?"
" Likely" he reach for the phone while staring at her only when he needed to dial then he shipped his gazed He spoke briefly and then hang up. "A car is available to take us to the hospital find doctor will meet as there."
Jade bristeled, Now she'd had two stubborn men fighting her decision.
"Any problems with that?"
She shooked her head "let's go" The sooner we can figure out the problem the better".
Taehyung stood and had a grip the edge of the desk.His fingernails turned white from the pressure to keep himself upright.
"Would you like me to as one of your staff to assist you to the car. She walked towards the door or I'd be happy to offer my arm for support."
A flash of anger illuminated his eyes and his mouth hardened. He muttered under his breath without responding. He straightened up and walk out, his brow furrowed as it tried to push away the headache he nursed.
"Are you coming?" he mumbled over his shoulder.
"Just giving you enough room to fall backward"
"Some doctor you are", Taehyung continued to mumbled.
"Yeah, I'm lousy like that- caring about my patients dispensing advice, even personally escorting them to hospital.
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