Kim Chanmi nodded as she diligently typed what her boss was telling her. 

"I already reviewed the projection that AVP Song has sent me. It was good but I think the 2023 and 2024 monthly projections are off. Please tell her to recheck the figures. Oh, and ask about the analyst who made the report, I think that person has a potential but needs more guidance. We can set up a Predictive Analytics training for our Business Intelligence department, please coordinate with the managers and Human Resources for that. Have you set up a meeting with all the managers from finance?" Her boss asked. 

"Yes, Vice President, we already have Board Room 2 booked for 4 hours. I've also had word with our auditors, they are assembling a team for your request." 

"Great. I want everyone to be audited, even the AVPs and the Directors. Have you checked with Attorney Ahn?" 

"I checked with Legal and Compliance. There is a clause in the employees' contract that says that we can perform audit and investigation anytime."

"If anyone finds anything unusual, it goes straight to me. And have someone set-up one of the training rooms, I want a buffet for all the employees of the Finance Department." 

"I'll get someone from the Seoul office to do that. I'll also compile a list of caterers-"

"No need." Her boss interrupted. "Get Songjoo by Chef D.O. to do the catering."

"Alright, Ma'am. And that's about it." Chanmi said as she ticked off the last item in her tablet. "Is there anything else, that you want me to check, Vice President?" 

Chanmi is sitting at the farthest corner of Starbucks at Shanghai Pudong Airport. In front of her is a woman wearing an oversized gray vintage Chanel sweater, Lululemon leggings, black Rick Owens suede sneakers, and black Gucci eyeglasses. At first sight, the woman looks like a young spoiled fuerdai on her way to a vacation paid for by her parents or just a b-list actress enjoying her cup of warm triple shot white chocolate mocha coffee. No one would suspect that she is The Emily Kim, the only female heir of the Kim and Han fortunes, a rising superstar in the Financial Industry and one of Forbes Asia's 30 under 30 in Business (as per request by Miss Kim, her photo was redacted in the article). 

"My order from Olympus? Have you redirected the shipment to my address in Seoul?" Eunhee asked as she fixed the Gucci glasses perched at the bridge of her nose. 

"I have. The shipment is addressed to your suite at the Zhang Shangri-La in Gangnam. By the way, Vice President, the founder and creative director of Olympus, Mr. Byun Baekhyun, sent flowers to thank you." Chanmi smiled sheepishly at her boss. "Only he addressed it to me." 

"No worries, Chanmi. As I told you before, I don't want him to know."

Chanmi didn't ask further. Vice President Kim is a very private person, most of the time, she keeps her personal life to herself. Not that her personal life is any of Chanmi's business. 

"I hate flying commercial. Why are we doing this again?" A man whined as he dropped his Gucci bag at the middle of Eunhee and Chanmi's table. Director Huang Zitao, one of VP Kim's best friends pouted as he sat on one of the chairs. 

"Tao, you're flying first class." Eunhee looked at him incredulously. 

"It's still commercial. See, we have to wait at the airport!" 

"Stop whining, you big baby." Eunhee sighed as she finished her drink and stood up. "Come on, I know what'll cheer you up." 

"Asking Lay ge for his plane?" Tao asked hopefully. 

"No." Eunhee rolled her eyes. "Let's go to Chanel." 

Tao still pouted as he stood up, "Not my first choice but good enough." 

"Chanmi, you're free to go now." Eunhee told her assistant. "Just make sure that you are at the gate on time. Business class boards first." 

Chanmi nodded as she also stood up and collected her things. "I'll see you in Seoul, VP Kim, Director Huang." The three stood up and exited on the left side of Starbucks.

Just as the three left, people's heads turned as an extremely handsome and tall man entered on the right side of Starbucks Shanghai Pudong Airport. 

"I'm really sorry for not going to your celebration, Hyung." Oh Sehun told the person on the other line. 

"No worries, Sehun-ah. I understand." Baekhyun answered. "You have a business to run. We can go out again once you are back." 

"Thanks, Hyung. And congratulations! Jongin sent me the pictures. It all looks amazing." 

"Of course, you know I only produce the best." Baekhyun laughed. "Alright. Take care of yourself in Amsterdam. I'll see you soon." 

"I'll see you soon, hyung." He said then dropped the call.

Sehun then opened the email that his private investigator, Lee Jinki sent three days ago. It was a picture from Instagram that a group of friends took in Dam Square six months ago. At first, it looked like a normal photo of friends enjoying the Amsterdam sights. But when Sehun zoomed to the lower right corner of the photo, a woman wearing a pink, flowery summer dress can be seen buying in one of the stalls. The very first lead in his eight-year search. I'm on my way, Eunhee. I'm bringing you back home. Sehun thought as he fell in line for his coffee. 

"So... what do you think?" Yixing asked as Eunhee looked at her hotel room in awe. One of the hotel suites at the Zhang Shangri-la in Gangnam has been transformed to a replica of the Kim's Townhouse in the Upper West Side. Well, the sitting room and Eunhee's bedroom, at least. Although Yixing was not able to get the exact furnitures, he asked someone to get carpenters to build some replicas of the furniture. It was also with Auntie Sichun's help that he was able to pull it off. 

"How did you do all this?" Eunhee said as she excitedly went around and looked at the sitting room and the bedroom that she is used to. 

"Magic." Yixing chuckled. "And with a little help from your mother and some of the people I know." 

"I'm just staying here for a few weeks, Yixing. Two months the most." Eunhee smiled at her best friend. "Once Haraboji gets home from Switzerland and the renovations are done, I'll be staying at our house in Pyeongchang-dong. You didn't have to trouble yourself." 

"Eunhee," He said as he held both her shoulders. "It's no trouble at all. You know I like doing things for you. And I want you to feel comfortable, it's been a while since you've been here." 

"Thank you, Xing." How can she not fall in love with him when he does things like this? She knows that it is probably nothing to him since he is kind to everyone, but she can't help but put meaning to what he does. Doesn't he know how easy it is to love his kind, genuine, diligent self? To add to that, he is caring and considerate too. Her heart never stood a chance. 

"Of course, Eunhee." He took her hand and brushed his thumb to the back of her hand. "You know I'd do anything for you." 

Lights blared and the music thumped in 'Decades', one of the hottest clubs in Gangnam. The VIP tables at the mezzanine are occupied by five gorgeous young men. Zhang Yixing, Huang Zitao, Luhan, Kris Wu, and Kim Jongdae looked like they are in a set of a high fashion phot