Daydreams
B. NEW YORK - 3

I woke up to realize the sun was shining. The window opened, no one opened it. I stared at the wall clock that showed at three in the afternoon. I was shocked and felt my head so heavy.

"Did I sleep too much?" muttered. But the memory of Jini who was drunk and late I fell asleep made me realize why I could wake up for a long time.

I went from the bed to the bathroom washing my face. As soon as it was finished and out, a woman wearing a formal suit stood inside the camaroon

"Miss is awake?" ask her while smiling. He also speaks English with an accent that is commonly used by Koreans who are fluent in English in Seoul.

"Who are you?"

"I am Miss's new secretary assigned by Mr. Jun at Miss's father's behest."

I smiled at her side. Realizing that Hana's life is so perfect. Had a rich, considerate and handsome husband and now has a private secretary.

"This is the shirt Mr. Jun bought before leaving for London."

My forehead winches. "London's? When?"

As far as I was yesterday Jun was still here, having breakfast with me.

"So morning he left. He came to see Miss still sleeping. She left without telling Miss, afraid of disturbing Miss's sleep."

"Oh so."

"Get it and wear it" said the woman handing over a bag from a well-known brand.

"Whose name?" ask me after I take that shirt.

"Yuna."

"Where are we going?"

"To the salon then to Mr. Kim Yunsung's company."

"Mr Kim Yunsung?"

"Yes, to Miss's father's company."

I was surprised to hear it. It turned out that it was not only Jun who was rich but Hana as well. I as Hana have a father who owns a company. Justjust wonderful.

When I got out a luxury sedan was waiting for me outside. I don't even know the brand of the car, because I never saw it when I was in Korea. A completely different life.

I sat down next to Yuna with two men in front. The other one is a driver and the other one I don't know about.

"He is LP, Miss's guard as long as Mr. Jun is not in America" Yuna said introducing the man sitting next to the driver.

"LP?

"For our guards to use such a name."

I just nodded my head. Trying to understand the situation that is happening. After about an hour, we finally arrived at the salon.

The hairdressers began working on my hair which was made tied to a ponytail and then also cut the poniku. My hair color is left black. Next they styled my makeup with thin makeup but used maroon red lipstick. Contrast with my dress suit which is dominated by white.

I watched myself as a career woman. It is completely different as a translator in Seoul who wears a dress that is mostly casual and casual.

"Do I not have a cell phone?" I asked Yuna when we were going back to the car to continue the journey to Kim Yunsung's company.

Yuna smiled and pulled out a cell phone. I was surprised to see the kind of phone with an apple logo that had bitten. Just a few days ago, the latest mobile phone was launched.

I took the phone and tried to play it. The type of phone I usually use is a South Korean brand that always has special offers every latest version out. Of course, the best service will be given to the country of origin.

"Am I free to use it?" I was worried when I was on my way.

Yuna smiled. "Of course, but because the phone was from Mr. Jun. Maybe his surveillance is on him."

It's totally out of my mind. How could even a cell phone be given supervision?

But my mind changed with everything else once the car stopped in a tall building that might have a floor of about thirty. Several people were seen lined up outside the door as if welcoming my arrival.

A woman stood in the middle. With a black suit, it looks really cool. LP opened the car door for me and the woman in the middle walked over to me.

"You've come, Hana?"

There was no smile on her face when she talked to me. Are Hana and she really any less familiar? Then why did he bother to welcome me? Surprisingly, he uses Korean instead of English.

"Miss Hana, congratulations on your return from the subconscious," said a man approaching me and extending his hand.

"Thank you" I accepted his hand.

"Dad was waiting in his room. Don't make me take too long to talk about your welcome."

"Right, said Miss Nami. You will soon meet with Chairman Kim Yunsung," said a lung man who has an Asian face. Her name tag read Park Cheolji.

I also now know the name of the woman in front of me. Nami's. I don't know what his first name is.

"Let's go upstairs now" said Nami turned and walked over.

I followed Nami in the back followed by the people who welcomed me earlier. Yuna walked right behind me.

As soon as I entered the company lobby it looked exactly the same in the television dramas.

"Please come through here, Miss."

A uniformed employee led us to one of the elevators whose front was inscribed with VVIP. The contents of the elevator were only me, Nami, Yuna and a woman who seemed to be Nami's secretary.

Secretary Nami directs a card at the top of the elevator button. He then dialed the top floor number. Once the elevator opened the four of us were greeted by a bule man in a full suit.

The man led us to a large door and there was also an officer standing at the door.

"Open," said Nami, making the two employees open the door simultaneously.

Nami put her foot in that I could only follow and in front of a large glass window. Has stood up someone I believe is Kim Yunsung.

Justright. As soon as he turned around a man of about fifty years old immediately walked up to me and hugged me.

"You're finally aware of Hana."

I returned his embrace. Although shocked and confused.

Kim Yunsung took off his embrace and sat down on the sofa. "Let's sit down."

"When you heard from Jun, I immediately wanted to take you home. I was in France, so Jun finally brought you back to your house" Kim Yunsung said, explaining why he was not there when I became Hannah.

"The sky really supports you" said Nami who sat in front of me.

"What do you mean?" I can see the hatred in his eyes.

"There will soon be a major acquisition of MJ Group, Hansung's company. Wasn't it before he died, he bequeathed it all to you?"

I'm aghast. Hansaung? Wasn't that the name of someone who was spoken by the woman who came to the hospital and was expelled by Jun. His name is Lee Bona. What is it about this family and all its complexity?

Hansung is dead. Who is he to a Hana?

"Nami! Isn't it outrageous to bring up Hansung when Hana just regained consciousness," Kim Yunsung reprimanded in a slightly harsh tone.

Nami just screeched. "Isn't this important, too. It's a business matter not just a personal matter."

"With MJ Group and Jun's JS Group. You achieved everything, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

My voice raised spontaneously charged without knowing anything.

"HN Group. That's your goal?"

"Nami! I'm taking you here for dinner. Not a company fight."

Nami stood up with her hands clenched. "No Dad. I'm not going to one table for dinner against the man who has taken everything from me. Nah! He can take Jun, but not with HN Group."

"I just came here to tell you that" Nami said, looking at me seriously.

After explaining everything. Nami walked out of the room followed by her secretary.

"Hana, don't think too much about your brother Nami's words," Kim Yunsung said looking at me gently.

After dinner with Kim Yunsung, I went straight home to Jun with Yuna who always followed me.

Kim Yunsung didn't have much to say about Hana's life over dinner. He just keeps warning me to take care of my health and about being familiar with Jun?

"You can rest now. I'm so tired today" I told Yuna as we stood at my doorstep.

As soon as Yuna left. I went straight into the room and looked for pen and paper in every drawer in the room. I then made some kind of structure or chart that I used to compose the characters in the novels I was working on.

Jun, Hana's husband. Kim Yunsung, Hana's father. Nami, Hana's brother. Hansaung? The woman in the hospital? Lee Bona's.

And one thing is certain that Nami likes Jun and Hana marries Jun.

I'm really speechless. Hana's life is so complex. In contrast to Umji who has both parents living in Busan with his younger brother who is still in high school.

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