JIYONG POV Hatchoo! Oh damn.. I must have a Job.., i can't die in here.. I'm still young, and i have a family that i must give them foods everyday in their table. What if i die in here? I can imagine my family will become a beggar... (Jiyong's mind 'Please sir.. Give us some money for paying my son's funeral' 'Please.. Help us.. We are hungry') No!NO!!! I must have a job! I must!!! I read all the newspapers that i bought. I need a job in seoul.. Geez.. Why i came here?? Seoul's people are hell. But their money are heaven. My friend, he came here 2 years ago and he is rich rite now. He is an actor. Sometimes i envied him... .. Focus to ur job searchin kwon jiyong, ur dad and mom need foods in their table. Hmm.. Lemme see what is a good job for me.., a driver sounds good.. But i need more money.. Hmm.. W.. What?! Is this true?! What the heck?! I can't believe it! ---------------------------- Dara POV "Need a secretary. A healthy boy, cute, handsome, can do gwiyomi or aegyo, cool, woman killa!, have a charismatic eyes and smile.. Hmm.. What again?? Ah! He must be smart! Have a great personality, humble, younger than me, can be my bodyguard... And and! Almost forget! He is CHARISMATIC! Kyakkk!!! Put it on newspaper..ppalli!!" I told it to one of my butler. "Agassi.. Are u sure?" I nodded my head. "Ofcourse.. I need a secretary.., am i kiddin u? Ppali! I need it NOW! GO!!" I pushed her, huh..!