I instinctively turn my head to look at the door as i hear someone open it. Soon, i see a very beautiful girl walking inside. Her smooth black hair, her fair white skin, her well trimmed eyebrows, her beautiful dark brown eyes, her perfect cheekbone, her big pointy nose, everything is perfect. she’s indeed gorgeous. Not to mention her fashion style. I can tell that she’s a fashionista. Oh great! Now i feel so small to be in the same room with a goddess like her.

“Miyoung-ah!” Mr Hwang suddenly snapped out

“Daddy.. i’ve told you hundred, no, million times already, to stop calling me with that name in the public like this. It’s embarrassing..” she complained in her perfect English.

“Haha.. sorry, i keep forgetting about that.” Mr Hwang replied back in Korean while she just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“So what should i do now?” she asked her dad coldly while checking aimlessly on her painted nails

“You remember Mr Kim right? My personal driver? He ever drove you too few times.”

“Ah.. yeah. How are you, Mr Kim? Are you feeling better now?” she suddenly turn to look at my dad and asked him, still with her cold (not-so-friendly) tone and flat face. but at least i can see a little bit of her kindness. Or should i say, a bit of her humanity?

“I’m all good now, Miss Hwang. Thank you for your concern.” My dad answered which later make her to smile A LITTLE  at my dad as her reply.

Geez this person.. how can i work with her? How can i survive to stay for hours beside her? First, she made me feel so small by comparing her, an epitome of perfection, with me, a super so-so ordinary girl. And now, she makes me feel all awkward and uncomfortable with her cold acts. Great, just great! I think i REALLY need to reconsidering Mr Hwang’s offer. I should talk to him no-

“Taeyeon-ah..” my thought get interrupted as i heard someone’s calling for my name. well, it was Mr Hwang.

“Yeah?” i asked

“Come here..” he beckoni