Youn Ju's POV:

"Harabuhjee, where are we going?" I asked the old grandpa.

"You'll see once we get there," harabuhjee chuckled.

Whatever harabuhjee is planning on doing I hope it would be quick or else I'm dead.

I am now praying that Uncle Heejun (Seul Mi's dad) won't come to the store today.

It's just now that I started to notice that harabuhjee's car is not an ordinary kind like a taxi.

His car is wide and longer it also has a LCD screen TV and a mini fridge in it. WOAH!

"Youn Ju, we're here," harabuhjee said and patted my back.

"Harabuhjee, is this the place where you work?" I asked him.

"That's right!" he said smiling. "Come on let's go!"

I got off the car and followed him inside the building.

I noticed the guards bowed ninty degrees to him.

The inside of the building was fantastic, chandelier lights everywhere,

the chairs on the lobby looked like it was made of gold.

He was about to approach the receptionist when I stopped him.

"Harabuhjee, I appreciate you worrying about me, but if you are planning on helping me look for another job... I won't accept it," I carefully said.

"I know," he said while smiling.

Then the receptionist lady approach him, "Good morning President, is there anything you need?" she said then bowed ninty degrees.

"Pre-pre-president?!?!" I shouted.

"Yes, he is the President of Lee Company, don't you know that?" she asked then looked at me from head to toe.

"Don't worry, she's with me," he gave her a reassuring look.

"Oh by the way, can you  call Jenny for me? Tell her to come up to my office," harabuhjee said.

My legs feel numb and stiff, so this harabuhjee turns out to be rich. Now what? Am I in big t