Chapter 10

Tiffany stopped at the doorway of Jaejoong’s office. She took in a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of her printed sanibel, v-neckline, flax tahitian floral tank top with her palm, “The enemy. On the other side of that door was the enemy.” She murmured to herself.

Tiffany sighed & the smooth, fair skin on her brow crinkled into a frown. She wasn’t as confident as her appearance but the famous lawyer Kim Jaejoong did believe that he could make the sun rises in the west. So, it was up to Tiffany to set him straight. She closed her eyes as she remembered the shop in which her mother trusted her to run was in his hands now. Her enemy took it over. How could it be? It’s not as simple as she thought because it was only a little flower shop. There was many flower shops in Korea he could buy but why did he want hers? Why? Her mother’s flower shop was priceless & more worth than her life. She couldn’t let her mother down in heaven.

“May I see Kim Jaejoong please?”

“Miss Hwang? Tiffany Hwang?”

Tiffany nodded weakly. It seems like Jaejoong had already told his secretary she would come.

Sooyoung, his secretary, opened the paneled oak door & said politely, “Miss Hwang, please come in. Mr. Kim is waiting for you inside.”

“Thank you.”

As Tiffany stepped inside & the door closed behind her, she heard a shouting from a woman, “Silence, you fool & listen to me!”

Jaejoong’s mouth opened & closed like a fish. He didn’t expect Sunny to talk so rudely to him.

“What?” He spluttered.

Hearing someone’s footstep in the room, Sunny turned to Tiffany & asked, “& you, miss. What do you want from Joongie Oppa? What do you want to say for yourself? & what business do you have here in Korea?” Tiffany knitted her eyebrows. She moved closer as Jaejoong signaled her with his eyes & stood together with her in front of Jaejoong.

Sunny was shorter than Tiffany; both possessed the straight backs & beautiful eyes & both had pre-eminent confidence in themselves. Only Tiffany suddenly felt distinctly illness of the presence of a woman whom she had never met, yet knew well by the media. She was the famous movie star in Seoul, Sunny Lee Sunkyu.

Jaejoong watched them in despair. It was a bad day. Sunny came to his office, threatening him to bring their case to court & talked to the media to ruin his reputation. As he promised to marry her, he put a big investment of money under her name but now, Jaejoong wanted to take it back. All. Of course, she wouldn’t let any cent of her fortune disappeared from her hand easily. Not any single cent.

“I’ll talk to you later, Oppa.” Sunny said, taking her rebecca minkoff mini mac pale pink handbag from the chair.

“You don’t have to. Our business is over.”

Sunny’s wide, full pinkish brown lips thinned. She turned her head to stare at the young woman standing beside her.

“Is this all because of her?”

Before Jaejoong could opened his mouth, Sunny had pushed Tiffany’s chest lightly, “You ! Get your hands off of Oppa.”

“Sunny!” Jaejoong raised his voice. His bad temper rose, “Enough. I said enough.”

“Why? You’re just trying to find an excuses to leave me. You found another girl, didn’t you? You cancelled our wedding for this lowly girl. I can’t believe it, Oppa. You’ve changed your type. How could you date this kind of village girl?”

Jaejoong got to his feet & walked around his mahogany desk. His hands were on his tiny waist, “She’s got nothing to do with us. It’s you that betray me with Chun. Do you remember I caught both of you in bed?” Sunny’s rectangular-shaped face turned red. She swallowed her anger hardly. She stared at Jaejoong with fury flashing in her beautiful dark brown, almond-shaped eyes. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

No one said a word. No one even took a breath. It was only a pregnant silence.

“But it was a mistake. A small mistake compared to my love for you. I still love you, Oppa. Please believe me.” Sunny said gently. She let out a little sigh. Her anger had disappeared. She looked at Jaejoong in pleading look.

“I don’t love you anymore. It’s over. Our love is over.” He answered coldly.

Tiffany watched the two of them carefully. She didn’t want to get involve in this mess. Her own problem was already worse. She glanced at the wide windows behind Jaejoong’s desk, looking onto the ocean. The sweeping expanse of water danced with bright-reflected light. She could see the beautiful shore.

“I’ll get you in court, Kim Jaejoong. I swear.”

With those parting words, Sunny left the office.

Jaejoong drew in a big breath. Then he looked at Tiffany, “It’s indeed a pleasure to have you here in my office, especially in this terrible moment.”

He closed the door after Sunny, blew out a breath through his lips & held his head with both hands, feeling a sudden headache.

Tiffany looked at Jaejoong. He was wearing a andrew fezza navy blue mini-stripe slim fit suit with a non-iron slim fit button-down collar blue shirt inside. His face was strongly divine with a hard jaw-line, arrogant high cheekbones & lips. She had never watched him in details. She groaned inside her heart. What was she thinking of him? She knew she came to his office to beg for his kindness, to let her to get back her mother’s flower shop but why did she feel low in front of him?

Knowing Kim Jaejoong was indeed the enemy, Tiffany cleared . She tried to force on a light smile.

“I hope you’re still enjoying the victory over mine.”

He laughed a bit, “I’m always glad when my investments do well. You sold your flower shop in a very nicely price.”

Her fake smile was wiped from her face instantly, “Is that why you bought my shop? As an investment? Are you nuts?”

“Why else?”

“It’s not a good investment. It’s not gaining a profit for the last five years.”

His short laugh held nothing of amusement, “You’ve got the wrong point, Miss Hwang.”

Tiffany raised her eyebrow, not understanding what he meant, “So, if it’s not because of the cash flow of the business. What…”

“I said it’s a good investment for me to have you, not the shop.” He said calmly, bringing his cup of coffee up his mouth for a drink.