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Hello guys! How are you?! Thank you so much for all of your sweet words! <3 Anyways, in this fresh chapter (i just finished it this morning), there's no Minayeon, so please don't be too disappointed:'| In this chapter, you're going to learn a little bit about Nayeon's character... Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Nayeon POV

Oh my. She is pretentious…

I put my stuff in my briefcase and turn on my phone. I’ve got a message from my secretary. It says:

Hi Miss Im, just to remind you that you have a lunch meeting with M at 12.

I quickly answer. Thanks, Sana. See you later.

I guess I have to go there quickly. I sigh. I head to the restaurant where we are supposed to meet with my Jaguar car. I hurried too much, I’m five minutes early. Here in Korea, you have to be at the right time or a little bit late, but NEVER in advance. So, I park my car in the restaurant parking lot, waiting a little bit. It’s an informal meeting, so I don’t need any of my files. I don’t have enough time to look at my phone… I stretch a little bit and creepily stare at my watch.

12! Finally! I got out of the car and enter the restaurant. A waiter approaches me with a questioning look and a polite smile that I answer by the sentence: “I am Im Nayeon. I have a meeting with Mister Myoui”. He quickly leads me to the elevator and says: “Floor 3, room 305. It’s the first room on the right side when you got out of the elevator, Madam”. Ugh! He said madam, I suddenly feel old. “Thank you” I answer him while I enter the elevator. I click the third button. My watch says 12:02. I’m a little bit late but not too much, it’s perfect.

After getting out of the elevator and entering room 305, I slightly bow to Mister Myoui, my hands on my stomach, as we learn it from tradition. I take off my shoes and put them beside his. I cordially smile at him and sit in front of him. The table is a Japanese traditional low tea table, so I sit on my knees, my toes pointing forward. Position a little bit uncomfortable because I don’t often eat in traditional Japanese restaurants, but I quickly get used to it and relax as I drink the hot liquid that he just served me. I’m careful enough to remember to drink with the bowl’s illustration on his side, so he can see it. He drinks too. I put the bowl on the table with a little muffled sound, enough for him to know that I’m ready to talk business now. He talks first:

“Let’s get straight to the point and forget formalities. Why did you refuse?”

"Didn’t you have an older son? Wasn’t your heir a man?" (I gently avoid his question)

"Yes. But Mark, my eldest son, the legitimate heir, chose his passion over his predestinated career. As a good father that I am, I decided to let him follow his dream. (Wow, this guy is so pretentious, I know where Miss Mina got that). You didn’t answer my question." (he adds in a low tone)

"I don’t want to teach your daughter because I think it’s unfair to the other students."

"It’s not… I’m just asking you this because she never had the education that Mark always had. We never thought of her as the heir. And next year she will be the CEO of the family’s company. I hope you understand our need for your knowledge. She just needs experience and some coaching. She is very brilliant and smart…"