Thrilling evening? Kihyun wouldn’t exactly described it as thrilling as things rarely excite him. Though he was anticipating. He discovered what he could about her. The hours he mindlessly spent flipping through her profile, he memorized it better than the top client of Yoo Corporation. He must say the information he obtained were factual like, what he could find on her resume. Nothing pertained much to her personality. But ironically based on the minimal information, it allowed him to conclude a few character traits. Someone who hates the public. Someone who keeps people at a distance. Someone who works discretely. Someone who soars single. Someone the majority would describe as difficult to love due to her being independent. Those were presumptions he ought to figure if they held any truth. Meeting her was the only way and by tonight, that would be a reality.        Minhyuk barged into his office grimacing at Kihyun’s choice of interior design. Every time when he entered Kihyun’s office, he felt like he was in a black hole if it wasn’t for the exterior glass wall facing outside, the sole light allowed into the office that saved his soul. Minhyuk glanced over to the office table where Kihyun sat in his executive chair staring blankly out the window.       “Kihyun, I really don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with meeting her,” Minhyuk plopped his body on the classic sectioned couch, crossed his legs, and rest his right arm over the backrest. He’d been musing over the idea Kihyun invested much time and money to find out who is Jeon Chohee.      “You’ve worked hard. Next one is on me,” Kihyun glanced over at Minhyuk.      “You’re really not going to tell me why. I work harder for you than for my parents.” Minhyuk’s voice raised a pitch. His friend was being extra difficult. Usually, he would be able to guess what’s swimming in Kihyun’s mind. But this time, there was no reason why he, who shuts himself from the world, would be fascinated with an unknown woman.        “You did it for yourself. Not because I asked.”      Minhyuk dropped on the seat cushion and sprawled out his arms and legs, he purposely let out a loud sigh for the friend to hear— for he was being too complicated, and he should realize it.      “Go change. You wrinkled the suit,” Kihyun disapproved of the way Minhyuk casually let himself loose.      “You’re the star. Not me,” Minhyuk really had no intention of switching his suit just because he creased it here and there. Another thing about Yoo Kihyun that irked Minhyuk was his meticulous cleanliness and orderly fashioned. It was just way too much. Just as Kihyun walked around to the couch, Minhyuk jumped to sit.      “Kihyun, what if she doesn’t show up?” Minhyuk mentally scolded himself, why did he bother to asked something that would receive a lecture from Kihyun. She was tough to handle. What if she bailed out? She only agreed because they technically cornered her. There was no relationship between her or Kihyun.       “She’ll show up.”      “What did you do?”      “Things that guarantee her presence.”      “Yo…Yoo Kihyun. I’m seeing you in a different light.”      Kihyun grinned at his friend, “if you don’t want to miss the show, you better go change your suit, now.”      At that, Minhyuk obeyed. There was no way he’d missed a once-in-a-lifetime show put on by Yoo Kihyun.        On the 50th floor in Hotel Yoo, Kihyun stood by the open curtain gazing at the stars above. The light from the moon illuminated his sharp features. He held a solid darken expression. His eyebrow straight, eyes were unresponsive to any beauty surrounding him. The dark night effortlessly covered the sky, perfect for what he had planned. The city lights of Seoul enhanced the beauty of the 50th floor.      In just about 30 minutes, no more no less, he’d meet the first-person brave enough to touch him. Minhyuk had been bothering him as to why he paid her more attention than anyone. Perhaps, it was because of the challenges she put him through that stimulates him. She was the first person he’d spent more time buying information. Her mysterious identity. A person too similar to himself to ignore.      Kihyun turned at the knock on the door. “Mr. Yoo, Ms. Jeon is here.”      “I’ll be down.” Kihyun gave one last look at the stars twinkling in the night sky before he grabbed his suit blazer and took his personal elevator down.      “Ms. Jeon is waiting in the car,” his secretary bowed at the sight of her boss.      “Keys,” Kihyun extended his hand. She smiled, teasingly brushing her hand against his before dropping the key.      His hand touched the door handle on the driver seat, but instead of opening he glanced over to his secretary. She flashed a hopeful smile though his expression was unchangeable, “HR Department has your last check.”      “M-Mr. Yoo…” her smile faded and her voice raised a pitch trying to chase after him, but the car took off.        “Aish,” Minhyuk hissed running out from the hotel entrance and threw a kick on the ground when the car dashed off. “He always messes with me.”      “Mr. Lee, Mr. Yoo…” the secretary dropped a few tears taking baby steps toward him.      “Hold up right there,” Minhyuk put his palm up to stop the secretary and took a few steps back as if she was contaminated with something deadly.           “If you have any question you may ask HR. Any grudges, hatred, direct them toward your boss. I’m innocent.” Minhyuk was too familiar with the pleading look of Kihyun’s employees. As a friend of the heartless person, he witnessed way too many terminations. But he didn’t sympathize with any of them for Kihyun only eliminated the weak and the wrong. He’d seen the secretary throwing too many tricks at Kihyun. Perhaps, she was waiting for a hot scandal to erupt. Well, he had no interest to listen to her sob story, he wished to be no one’s savior for he couldn’t help himself against the devil.      “I changed for nothing,” he glared at the fabric covering his arm, the neat crisp suit served him no justice. He dismissed himself muttering to give Kihyun an earful. But he knew, it was his fault. He chatted away with the employees and missed his chance.        The cool breeze gently brushed Kihyun’s face as he drove through the empty roads. His hair softly flipped back by the wind passing through the opened window. The peace that he yearned for was granted by her. His parents nor Minhyuk hadn’t allowed a state of serenity for him.      She remained a mute, which he could care less. He had no desire to initiate small talk; he already knew what he needed to know about her. Though he wondered if she looked like the pictures he saw. With a quick glance over he saw her side profile. She seemed focused on the outside.      He figured it was impossible to see her full face, so his eyes trailed downward. The black pencil dress, that would fall just above her knee if she were to stand up, hugged her body under her black trench coat. A classy character.        “Get out,” the first thing he said with his authoritative voice irritated her. She was not his employee for him to boss around. So, she refused to get out of the car. She was contented with his driving skill, yet his foul mouth ruined the peace to come.      Kihyun walked away from the car, but when there was no sound indicating her following him, he looked back to see her still situated. His mouth opened and closed letting a sound of disbelief.      With his left hand in his trouser pocket, he knocked on the window with his right. His raised an eyebrow when she remained seated looking out the front windshield pretending not to hear him.      When he pulled the door opened, she flashed a forced smile at him and stepped out of the car. “Why thank you Mr. Yoo. It’s my honor to have you opened the door for me.”      Kihyun grinned and rested his right arm over the top of the car door. “The pleasure is mine, Ms. Jeon.”      His eyebrows moved inward when he realized she was checking him out. Her eyes scanned him quickly from head to toe. She couldn’t deny the way his undercut was styled pleased her, a neat updo of the comma hair. His double suit was fitted and looked chic on him.      “Very pleasing to my eyes, Mr. Yoo,” she had a strange obsession of men in black.      Kihyun smirked and nodded, “I don’t disappoint.”      When she saw him mirroring her action, she walked away. He closed the door and followed with a sense of delight building in him. He’d checked her out from behind, if she refused him to do it from the front.      “I supposed you know where you’re going, Ms. Jeon?” he kept her pace next to her.      “Drop the formality. Call me Chohee,” her eyes examined her surroundings. He drove for approximately 30 minutes. Seemed like they were at his beach house. She spotted a modern style house to her left and a little ramp down to the sand straight ahead.      “Kihyun,” he said.      She smiled at him then looked toward the crashing waves in the distant. “May I? To the sand?”      “After you,” he signaled with his head for her to lead.        Chohee contemplated at the end of the ramp. Her pumps were not made to walk in the soft sand. She lifted her right leg back and reached behind to take off her heel, but she was unable to balance her left heel and fell forward. Kihyun extended his arm and she grabbed it to stable herself. Once she was back to her two feet, she muttered a thank you to him.       “I really can careless whether you fall or not.” She looked at him with puzzlement. What was his point?      “Keeping a distance would be great, Mr. Yoo.” She retreated her hand.      “Allow me,” she rapidly blinked and took a step back when he kneeled on one knee and reached for her heel.      Chohee immediately took a few steps back with a frown. She hurriedly stepped out of her heel and picked it up before she set foot onto the cold sand. It electrified her body. It took a few steps for her feet to adjust. The more she walked the warmer it became. The wave crashing softly was her goal. She had no intention to get her feet wet but being near it would give her a sense of relaxation. It felt like vacation somehow.      A few meters before she reached where the waves died, she felt a hand on her arm to stop her. She jumped at the sudden contact and let out a breath of relief to see it was Kihyun. For a moment, she forgot that there was he.      “Not too far.”                           “I really can careless about what you say,” she raised an eyebrow, didn’t think he was the only one that could do what he wants.      “You can try to defy me all you want,” he forcefully tugged her, and she came clashing against him. His gripped held strong as a hundred-year-old tree. His face inched closer to her until his nose was pressed against hers, “I would like to see you try.”       She raised her eyebrow and daringly looked into his eyes that spit fire at her. Kihyun saw a smile that spread across her lips, it bothered him somehow. His lips lowered down hovering over hers. His eyes gaze deeply into hers. For a moment he was lost in them until she spoke.      “I hope your investment in me didn’t go to waste,” she mumbled against his lips in hope he would back away.       Kihyun shoved her away and set his hands in his pockets, “that is nothing that concerns you.”      “Sure. The price you’re willing to pay Follow to leak information about me is nothing that concerns me.” Chohee bitterly answered and walked toward the ocean.      He grabbed her again, this time by her hand. Her hand was ice against fire. She felt a sense of warmth being transferred from him to her. Her coldness electrocuted him sending chills through his body.       “I said not too far,” he hissed under his breath, his patience running low. She stared at him without a word, glad to see his sour expression.      “You should know how much I paid just to know your name,” Kihyun said.      “The honor is mine,” she pulled her hand back. What dirty work he did, she had no interest.      “Isn’t it a ridiculous investment for someone who wrote an unimportant article about you?”      Kihyun his lips, she was interested but pretended not too. “Someone like you don’t seem like someone who would collaborate with Follow.”      Kihyun knew she wasn’t someone who would just write for a gossip magazine like Follow. Follow had nothing to offer her. Being a private person writing for a magazine company that focused solely on gossip of one’s life was unlike her.      “What do you know about someone like me?” She regretted her question when she saw the smirk formed on his thin lips. For Yoo Kihyun, nothing was impossible, and she knew that.      He leaned forward to meet her eyes, “I know more than you may think I do.”      “I supposed I should ask, why do you care about someone like me?”      She saw his grin grew wider, “I must say I happened to care very much.”      Her eyes searched for some truth before she responded. “What I do, does not concern you. A person’s job and who she is are two completely different thing. People are not always granted to do what they love. People sacrifices.” She didn’t like that he concluded who she is based on who she worked for. What meets the eyes isn’t always the truth.      He moved in closer, “what did you sacrifice?”      “I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about in general.”      “Not convinced,” he raised an eyebrow.      “Not here to convinced you,” she took a few steps back to put space between them.      “I’m convinced about one thing though,” she looked at him with anticipation, “you’re here to sacrifice yourself.”      Chohee laughed, “Mr. Yoo, you possess a great humor.”      “The second yo