"Mr. Choi, this is my daughter. Ah-reum, introduce yourself." Looking up from the ground she stared at the black haired man and bowed her head slightly, "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Choi. My name is Hong Ah-reum." She gently took his extended hand and exchanged greetings. 

This went on for the rest of the night, her father would introduce her to his guests, he would flaunt and he would do business, as businessmen do. She grabbed a glass off from the tray of a passing waiter and downed most of it's contents, smiling gently and greeting a few of the new arrivals. Play nice, he told her. Don't misbehave, he warned. She slightly rolled her eyes as she scanned the room. There wasn't anything new or different from these gatherings than any of the ones held before. People held fake smiles and expensive wine glasses, dressed in only the best of the best, from the outside this may have looked like a social gathering, but everyone knew it wasn't just that. This party was a fight for dominance between companies. Everyone would judge you and place you according to social status and ranking, it made her sick to her stomach.

She was stopped from drinking the rest of her wine as a loud crash was heard. The music stopped and all heads were turned. Standing next to a now turned over table, with punch running down his suit, stood a rather tall looking boy. His hair was gelled up, eyebrows risen and faced pulled into a scowl. He stared at a man with a blank expression as he held his arms high at either side of him, said man was named Mr. Choi. She tilted her head, that's different, she thought. She smiled as he stormed off towards the backdoors leading into the garden and pool. She took long strides and placed herself in front of her father and Mr. Choi, she bowed lightly. "I will see to our unfortunate guest, father?" She asked while looking up from her bent situation. He nodded once and she was off.

Stepping outside she breathed in the fresh air. It didn't smell like artificial people out here. 

She opened her eyes and saw the same tall figure try to dry himself off near the pool. She narrowed her eyes and studied him. He was tall and muscular, but his face told him to be around her age. She bit her lip and tried to figure him out. His face was calm and neutral when the drink was spilled onto him, almost as if he had expected it. He didn't say anything, just made his way outside, which means if he had said anything, something bad was sure to come out of it. She then studied his stance, confident. He stood tall and proud, despite recent events. She couldn't quite find a word to describe him, she was missing a piece of the puzzle, so she decided to keep to herself while still trying to figure him out.

Stepping forward she reached him and stood in front of his view. He looked up from wiping himself off and stared at her with raised eye brows. She tilted her head, smiled at him, to give off a friendly vibe and handed him the tissue paper she brought from the happening inside. He took the tissue willingly and began cleaning himself off again, interesting. She took a deep breath and removed her heels and placed them beside herself as she put her feet into the heated pool. He stared at her with an eye brow raised as he watched her close her eyes in contentment. "I don't like the smell of artificial people." She told him blankly. "If you're wondering why I'm not going back inside." She cleared up. He simply nodded his head slowly and continued to try and clean himself off. "It won't come out, the stains I mean. You need to soak it in hot salt water." He stared at her, why is she still talking to him? He stared at her and tried to figure out who he'd seen her with at the party. Most of the night was a blur since he couldn't be bothered to remember all those moments, but he did vaguely remember seeing her with Mr. Hong, a very well-known and ruthless businessman. Though he's methods were unorthodox, they completed the job and earned him billions a year. This is his daughter, was his conclusion.

It'd be wise to anyone to try and be a green light on this family's radar, anyone of status, I mean.

He plastered a tight smile, "A pleasure to meet you-" She held up her hand and got up from the ground, pulling her dripping feet from the water. "I don't like fake people, don't be artificial." She bowed to him slightly, bid her good-bye and left. He scoffed, this girl. Did she know who he was?

As she was opening the backdoor to the house she stared at his reflection in the shiny glass, she copied the image of him into her mind and let out a frustrated sigh. Choi Young Do, a puzzle with pieces that looks exactly like the next.