Chapter 13

Tiffany had missed Jaejoong. He had left already by the time she got there. She watched as the plane flew over her head. She leaned against the fence, reminiscing of the little time she spent with him. She wanted to start a new life. A life without Kim Jaejoong but it was a funny start. Working in his father’s company is really going to help things. She will forget, she kept telling herself. As the months flew by, so did the years. Before she knew it, she was a top-notch assistant of the highest executive, Mr. Kim Dohyun, in the ever-growing Kim Corporation. She made friends with everyone there or at least tried to. She also found out that the people who had mistreated her long ago also worked there. They said their apologies & everything was forgiven.

“Hey, did you hear? The boss’s son is back. I heard that he’s taking over the company. The old man’s finally going into retirement.” The men chuckled at that remark, “Hey, Fany, you must know the whole story. The old man tells you everything.”

Tiffany smiled & joked, “Not this time. I had no idea about this until now. I guess you are the first.”

“No, I heard it from his secretary. She told me this morning.” He explained.

“Where was she this morning?” Tiffany asked.

His reply slipped out before he could stop it, “At my house.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” She teased, & he rebutted.

“Well, I’m a man. I need some fun once in a while.”

“But once in a while doesn’t mean every other night, Junsu Oppa.” Yuri chimed in, sending the whole room of people into peels of laughter.

“Alright, that’s enough guys. Let’s get back to work before the boss comes in & catches us slacking off again. I don’t know about you guys but those eight reports were enough for me.” With that, she turned & headed towards her office. The laughter slowly died down & all that was heard was the sound of fingertips against the keyboards. Tiffany shook her head & entered her office. Noticing the files on the desk, she quickly sat down & got to work. As she was busy typing up the documents, someone knocked on the door, “Come in.” Was her reply. She still had her attention focused on the data from the computer when a deep voice greeted her.

“Good morning, my little princess. Alway