“I hate the design.”

“But Mr. choi, this is the latest fashion.”

“Says who?”

“Deh?”

“Who said this is the latest fashion? This is so crappy that I think my eyes had become sore on seeing at it. So how can my models wear that?”

“Okay. Then what do I do now?”

“Do you want me to say it? Do it again.”

“Again?”

“Why? You can’t?”

“It’s a bit.”

Tiffany bites her lower lips.

“No?”

He demands an answer from her with the cold eyes that he rested on her face.

“I’ll try my best Mr. Choi.”

“Good. You can go now.”

“Deh.”

She took the design that she made while not being able to sleep while can’t help being hurt.

But she can’t do anything.

This job is what she had dream for since she saw the fashion company label in her elementary school.

“I have to start from zero again then.”

She mutters and sighs as she walks to her work station.

Seunghyun is not the one to be pleased easily.

Behind his thin smile, he is so slick and cold.

No one wants to be near him, except for few of his freak and weirdo circle of friends.

He lives in the world of his own, he rejects things that he don’t like and he only does thing he likes; but he kind of have this thing called sensitivity which he follows his mother word but not when she tries to choose who will be his wife.

He dislikes her since they were kids.

The girl that was called pretty, elegant and sophisticated is not his ideal kind of woman.

For him, she is just a bratty girl that likes to spend all of her parent’s money for unnecessary shopping.

And he hates the way she talks.

She is so high of herself and she is nowhere to perfect; he saw her clubbing with some random guys back then.

“No way tha