The train came to a quick halt at Yokohama central station. Tiffany had a 30 minutes long lunch break for herself, during which she sat in a small café and slurped on her vanilla ice coffee with relish. A small piece of chocolate cake melted on her tongues as she checked the news on her phone with a slight lack of interest. Why should bother reading Japanese news when she’s going to return to Korea anyway? Perhaps she could just check some Korean news sites to see what was going on over there. All she knew about Korea was that Park Geun Hye was elected as the first female president and that North Korea gradually turned into a rather questionable military threat but that was about everything.

Korean letters greeted her as she visited some Korean news sites but apart from a few reports about political issues, celebrities and new technical developments nothing of great importance seemed to be happening across the sea. There weren’t even as many reports about North Korea as she expected it to be. “They’re playing it cool…” Tiffany commented on the leisure attitude of her fellow Koreans towards North Korea. Really, she found it quite impressive.

Her fingers scrolled down the site as a well-known company name finally caught her attention.
“The CEO of Choi Pharmaceutics  has withdrawn from his office due to health issues, leaving his son as a possible successor.“ “Oh no.” Tiffany mouthed in perplexity. “Okay, this is not good.”

Instantly she had to think about her father, who was running the other huge pharmaceutical company in Korea next to the Choi’s. He is going to profit out of the CEO retirement, she calculated, but at what cost?

They’re going to assassinate him for sure because of the advantage he would make out of their misery; she concluded, sudden anxiety clenching . They already poisoned mom, why would they go easy on dad this time?

“ it!” She angrily threw her phone on the table that bumped against the glass of ice coffee, causing a loud clink. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to calm down.

Her phone suddenly gave an annoying rang against the glass, announcing the end of her break. With nifty movements she packed it up and left the coffee shop, not noticing the woman with a peculiar hairstyle, her face hidden under dark shades sitting across the room, observing her actions closely all along.   

The screen of her cellphone mirrored on her dark shades as she checked Tiffany’s internet history that she received on her phone on a regular basis.

“… read the news about the retirement, reacted emotionally..” She noted down on her notebook and stood up to board the train.