Gaelin stood before the Woo Manor and watched as the deliverymen carried in the new furniture that Yifan ssi had ordered. Any items Kris did not approve of had been moved out during the week. The House had been painted and new wallpaper applied. The old carpets had been removed and wooden floors installed. It had been a costly affair but Yifan had been insistent on making a new start. It was his money after all, so no one could argue.

“It’s certainly a big affair isn’t it House Master?”

“Yes, President.” Ahn Jiwon said as they supervised the new Woo President’s move in. “I must say, this is the only Woo President in history who has had the honour of having a Song President present on such occasion.”

“Well, he is just a child.” Gaelin clasped her hands before her, “I hope you are more comfortable now that Yifan ssi has decided to keep you on?”

“I am here to serve. I will gladly train his new House Master. Besides I am close to retirement.”

“Good. You and the Vice President will be more important than ever.” Gaelin agreed.

“I owe it all to President Jung. He apparently spoke to the young President Woo.”

“Yes, what would we do without our President Jung?”

“Say that again,” Hosoek whispered close to Gaelin’s ear and she swatted him away but she was glad that he was here. Hoseok grinned and pulled her closer, “President Song hates to admit that she rates me very highly…in all departments. Isn’t that right President Song?”

“Yah!” Gaelin actually blushed and Hoseok ruffled her hair affectionately.  

The housekeeper and housemaids blushed and laughed shyly. “He’s so good looking.”

“Be on with your business then.” Ren raised a disapproving brow and the young girls rushed off to help with the move in.

“Don’t be too harsh on them.” Julian came to stand beside Ren and snatched the clipboard from her, “Need some help?”

“Not from you.” Ren huffed and started to order deliverymen around. “That goes into the master bedroom.” Ren pointed to a headboard. “Please show them.” She told the head housekeeper.

“Ren ssi.” Huang Zitao approached and bowed for the hundredth time, “The terrace has been seen to. Is there anything else I should do?”

“Well, the President’s personal study.” Ren took out the relevant page from her notes and handed it to the HM in training, “See to that and I will owe you a meal.”

“Really?” Zitao beamed and rushed off.

“Who the hell was that?” Julian demanded, “Is that the HM in training? Seems a little scrawny if you ask me.”

“He’ll do just fine.” Ren smiled as she watched the young man rush off.

“Yah! How can you say that? He’s taking Ahn Jiwon’s job.”

“You were never on Ahn Jiwon’s side as I recall, so this should make you happy,” Julian grumbled.

Gaelin grabbed Hoseok’s arm and pointed discreetly at their HMs, “Aren’t they cute?”

“Sure,” Hoseok said, “I wish they would get