“Are you going to just stand there?”

The dumbfounded Tiffany quickly rushed to open the door for the arrogant boss of hers.

“After you Boss.”

Seunghyun smirks; straighten up his body and coughs before he walks first, leaving the shorter to follow him closely behind.

“Oh. One more thing.”

He stops abruptly; Tiffany almost bumps onto his back.

It’s a relief that she too halt her way to put on her shoes properly halfway.

“Yes?”

“I’ll call you by your real name to make us look close.”

“Sure sir.”

“You should stop calling me Sir, Mr. Choi or Boss too at the mean time. Call me.”

He paused and cough out of embarrassment.

“Since I’m 28 and you are 26, call me oppa will do.”

And he just walk away after he blurt that out; leaving Tiffany smirks-mocking at him.

“I’ll make sure you’ll get sick of me calling you sweetly.”

She thought and jogs to match his pace.

###

“What?”

She asks when he stares at her like his time froze for about three seconds.

“Nothing.”

He answers shortly and smiles at the designer that he called noona earlier.

“Does this look good?”

“Of course. I choose this carefully when you said you are coming with your girlfriend.”

“Oh you are flattering me.”

“I didn’t but she is pretty. You make the right choice.”

“I have to choose someone to match my face noona.”

Tiffany close to throwing up when she heard that but she just want to think that Seunghyun is praising her.

It’s hard for that man to praise anyone so she should just keep quiet and enjoy it whether he meant what he said or not.

“Do you have shoes to match the dress sweetie?”

“I haven’t.”

“We are going for a shopping together noona.”

“Aishh. I was about to bring her.”

“No need. Miyoung ah. Let’s go.”

“Deh oppa.”

“You said her name is Tiffany.”

“To you.”

“This brat.”

Seunghyun chuckles when Sandara hits him on his chest, his cousin is too short to knock his head like when they were still kids.

Tiffany smiles and shrugs as she went to change the dress; feeling weird to see her boss smiling a lot.

This is different from what she think he is.

She thought that he doesn’t know how to even smile properly.

“Maybe he is different when he is with his family.”

She thought and nodding her head.

When she was done, they went to shop for shoes.

She sat down when he makes the choice.

“Right, how can you be satisfied in a short time?”

She thought when he gestures her to follow him to other boutique.

She bows and thanked the staff who really was having a hard time replying to his every questions.

“We have no time to design one now.”

She heard him said when he looks around the mall.

“Is this a grand party sir? The dress is exclusive too.”

He stops walking, hand crossed as he looks at her.

“Every party is a grand one for my family. Keep up with it.”

He then turns to walks before finally he stops in front of a princess like store.

“Oh God.”

She thought before he went with him.

###

Tiffany sighs when she looks at her appearance on the mirror.

She hates wearing dresses; that’s why she chooses to work with males’ clothing.

“Don’t I look like a clown?”

She asks her reflection with a deep frown.

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“I must be crazy.”

“You are going somewhere?”

Her housemate asks while suppressing a laugh; makes she rolls her eyes.

 “I’m going to a party.”

“You are?”

She saw the surprise on her face but pretend to not seen it.

“I got to go now.”

She puts on her heels, ignoring her housemates ongoing question and succeeds to reach the elevator.

“Phew. She talks a lot.”

She was greeted by the same cold face when she was on the lobby.

“What are you doing that I have to sit to wait you? Don’t you know how precious my time is?”

“There he goes nagging again.”

She whispered.

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m sorry that I’m late sir.”

“Good that you know to be sorry.”

She bites her lips in irritates and went to open the door to her seat and smiles right away.

###

Seunghyun casually puts his arm around Tiffany’s waist when they were walking out of the parking lot.

She stiffens when his cold hand meets her exposed back.

“Don’t look too nervous. People will catch up.”

“Deh.”

She almost stutters when she talk; she feels that she is sweating.

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