Yuki
Chapter 9

Evas

After leaving the hospital it was getting dark I was pensive staring totebag in my lap, I had to immediately return to the apartment there was still a lot of work waiting for me but this body felt very heavy to move, I had to return to the apartment, my mind always floated back to Jun Ho's statement circling inside my head.

The bus stopped near a large mall on the side of the road my feet stepped down when I lived three stops had reached the apartment but the feeling I did not want to hurry back there.

The snow started to fall as I got off the bus my face stared at the night sky dotted with white dots, the wind blowing my long hair. I deliberately just used a sweater thinking everything would go smoothly and immediately returned to the apartment because it was now my body cold creeps my arms hugged my own body while walking into the mall.

Not a few pairs of eyes watching me my feet stepped no matter entering into one of the shops buying a black jacket and a scarf, walking in search of warm food. After ordering it and eating it out I opened the little totebag of various types of vitamins there my lips smiled a little take vitamin C and then eat it.

Down the mall I don't know what I saw and I feel I can't interpret it, my feet stopped in front of the second-floor balcony looking around for a while and decided to go back to the apartment.

There were the screams of many women from behind as I turned the hard muscular body of it crashing into my body fiercely,I tried to balance the body but because the unfocused mind made it difficult for my body to accept the command of my brain as a result of my back hit the balcony barrier as long as it totebag thrown out the barrier with myself that flipped out of the barrier.

The screams and screams of mall visitors filled the air hit my ears making my brain regain consciousness. Quickly my right hand stretched out to grab the balcony divider my left leg grabbed the end of the totebag handle.

"Help him!." Seru visitors.

"Call security!." Shouts of other visitors.

And there are still many others shouting, and,before anyone realized and documented the moment that my body was swinging and then with a loud bang I threw a totebag along with my body up assisted with the power of the right hand as a pedestal.Badanku managed to land smoothly in front of the perpetrator what makes me the center of attention totebag falls between me and the perpetrator casually my hand catches him.

My eyes slowly rose staring coldly at the perpetrator whose face was covered in a black mask made me unable to see his expression now but those eyeballs were twitching in fear his body was frozen.

Arrogant base, did he unconsciously almost kill me, and make this commotion, no apologies huh?!, my inner self.

"Miss!." The voice I know.

Some people ran up to me.

"Are you okay?." Ronggo asked with a worried look on her face.

"Revelation! security's here!." Shouted someone far away trying to break through the crowd.

"I'm sorry, lady, it's my fault." Ronggo and the other three people bowed ninety degrees.

"Stand up, take care of that security I don't want this incident to spread. I'm waiting at the apartment." After saying that I glanced briefly at the perpetrator who was still motionless in his place I snorted in annoyance and left immediately from there.

After making it out of the annoying mall I decided to take a walk for a while, many shops lined with cold air did not stop people to come out proved how crowded the streets are tonight.

The sound of the music sounded loud enough I saw there was a crowd not far from there because I was a little curious to approach the crowd.

The audience of most of their young children was very enthusiastic to enjoy the show in the middle of the circle. Some people were stomping their feet around and weaving to the sound of music, the sound of applause and shouting filled the crowd. A girl and a boy walking to the middle of their circle began to sing, a cheerful melody playing out to complement the duo's voice.

I don't know how long I've been standing there, from one song to another from one show to another. From cheerful melodies to sad melodies they've turned.

Even a marvelous performance like this to the beautiful melodies they played couldn't move my heart. What am I feeling? what really happened to me all this time? all of this was like a confusing labyrinth, even as I stood within the crowd my heart felt empty.

I walked from there to the bus stop.

Is there a place in this world for me?, my mind in my heart.

Arriving at Ronggo's apartment was waiting at the door. After Ronggo reported everything was in order as I wished, I went to clean up and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling of the apartment, Jun Ho's voice ringing back in his ear.

Could I not be a father and mother's son? isn't that possible, though, if dad was my real dad he couldn't possibly have taken my childhood and teenage years with a myriad of private and endless courses making me the doll he wanted it wouldn't have done by a father to his son. Mammy? I should have realized this early, there can't be a mother who doesn't want to be touched by her child instead, am I an illegitimate child? but Jun Ho did not discover those traits during hypnotic therapy. All of this makes more sense if I'm a child and that boy is their biological child. EGA... who are you?.

That night my mind went round and round until two o'clock in the morning after which darkness took away my consciousness.

In the car that was speeding, my hands were busy checking the documents of the stock collection that Dad planted in some places, one of which was the place I was heading.

"Sorry not." Ronggo who was sitting beside the steering wheel opened his voice.

"Hm."

"Non Eva is okay?." Ask her.

"Hm."

"Non never woke up bad luck but today," Ronggo hung up her sentence.

"Non's really okay?." Ronggo glanced at me a little.

"Hm, just tired." Ronggo looked a little hesitant but she chose to be quiet.

The car stopped in front of a building, the bodyguard opened the passenger door. With black peach jeans boots and oversized pink hoodie tops not to forget an ipad with a black casing in hand, Ronggo and I walked into the building.

"Good morning, we're one of the shareholders." Ronggo spoke to security.

"Ne, please come in. Please go to the reception desk first."

"Good thanks." Ronggo walking ahead. I decided to take Ronggo for the rest of my day in this ring.

After the reception was over, we got into the elevator to the fourth floor. This place is pretty cramped for an agency, making me think why would you want to plant a stake in an agency like this? do they have high selling power?, I am not interested in entertainment-related matters nor am I too interested in art, there is a book that says that art is color but what I see and feel is only one gray how can the book say different colors?.

We entered a room with a round table in the middle with several chairs, even their meeting room was also narrow. There were already a few people there we greeted each other, it didn't take long for my eyes to go through every inch of the room, I wasn't a woman myself there was a woman with short shoulder-length hair, the rest were obviously all men but strangely they looked young and the oldest middle-aged man was probably in his forties not for an agency they were quite young.

A little man entered the room with a big smile. Sitting at the end of the chair opposite to me.

"Good morning everyone. It's a very sunny day, don't you, then let's start." His voice is a little heavy. Ceo Kim Jong Gu distributed the paper containing the annual report himself? I'm a little surprised by that.

"Have received everything? please check it out."

The room was silent, my eyes agilely tracing every line of report. Whatisthis? his financial statements shock me, very little profit compared to stocks elsewhere, what do you think about to plant shares here? and what made me even more shocked were the names of the shareholders. Why is Ayumi's name written there?. My eyes twitched a few times maybe I saw it wrong but the name didn't change.

Ayumi never took part in any of my father's business, no matter what form I know and I'm sure of it.

"Well I guess everything's done reading our report, and now we're going to talk about planning ahead."Kim Jong Gu looked at us one by one gently.

Is he really a ceo?, my inner.

"Sajangnim, the plan for next year here is written will focus the American music market is not it very prone to us failing?." Ask one of the shareholders.

"Why not try, we believe that the music we make alone is a strong reason for us to try a higher challenge." Said Jong Gu confidently and did not miss the smile on his lips.

"But in Korea alone our music agency is less popular." Resist other shareholders.

"That's true but that doesn't mean our music is bad. You can see the graph on page five." We opened the requested page.

"Didn't our music charts always go up, the agency just had one group and this one group chart never goes down, did you not think this group had a big chance with the music?."

"Does the agency work with American musicians?." My toot.

"No." Answer Jong Gu.

"Maybe with a famous musician?." My flat tone of voice made some people look uncomfortable.

"Not really, our musicians are one hundred percent of the agency and the group members also take part in the making of the song." Is he kidding?, my mind.

"And are you sure you want to get into the American music market?." I cold.

"Miss Ay-." The sentence Jong Gu was cut by a short-haired woman.

"Do you know more about music than we do?." Asked the woman in a calm voice while looking at me.

Dare to cut out the sentence ceo, throw a cynical question to the owner of the stock, and look me in the eye directly wooow she's not just any woman. I pulled out a smirk. Just the first time I met a tough woman like her, this is exciting, my inner self.

"No."

"What reason do you doubt our musicians?." The air of the meeting room was cold only because the two women in the room were exchanging questions.

"What kind of possibility do you mean?." His voice is a bit high.

"Because you forced me to say what I could do, it was likely to fail. I have been holding back from saying it." The woman's eyeballs were wide.

"If you doubt us why not just revoke your shares and move to an agency you trust more." High self-esteem, my inner self.

"Maybe it's a good idea, I'll think about it." Kim Jong Gu took a deep breath.

"Pardon our employee, he is one of the producers in the agency, for us the music musicians are our pulse so we are very sensitive about our music." Jong Gu said calmly.

"I'm sorry too." I said a little down.

"Can you not take your shares?." Some people looked at me worriedly, how not Ayumi was one of the big investors in the agency after Kim Jong Gu.

"My parents were the owners of my shares and had no right to decide for themselves." Jong Gu nodded.

"So, with the available information how do you bring this music into the American market?." Ask again.

"We actually have no special way," My raised eyebrows do not understand this ceo mind path in front of me.

"We just believe in our music and make it as perfect as possible, for the American market we're going to put this music out first there."

"That's what you call the focus on the American music market?." I don't believe it.

"Isn't this your first time meeting with us Miss Ayumi?." Deg. Who is Ayumi!, my mind is furious.

"I'm sorry my daughter." Maybe, my mind continues. Jong Gu was silent for a moment.

"I'll show the young lady later, then please miss make a decision." Jong Gu with his smile continued the meeting.

Two hours it took until the meeting was over, I still couldn't read the mind-path of this one ceo, she was weird. Everyone came out of that narrow room.

"Sorry young lady can know your name?." Asked Jong Gu who was walking beside me.

"Eva imnida." I answered while bowing politely.

"You look so young." Jong Gu laughed.

"How old are you?."

"Fifteen years." Jong Gu flicked his steps.

"Have a face that looks like a baby." I raise one eyebrow, baby?.

"But it's amazing that a fifteen-year-old kid can take part in a big meeting like this, Ayumi's mother must be very proud to have a daughter like Eva si." Proud heh?, my mind is upset.

"Sajangnim also still looks young." I diverted the speaker, Jong Gu scratched the back of his head and laughed.

"You could be, I'm thirty-nine years old lo." The answer.

Thirty-nine-year-old Jong Gu fits his face and body whereas thirty-seven-year-old Jun Ho is only three years apart but his never-aging face and body really scares me.

"Where are we going to sajangnim?." I asked, since Ronggo walked behind us.

"I want to take you around this building." I can only nod, hopefully not for long.

"Ah, we've arrived. This is our group practice room, let's go inside." As Jong Gu opened the door came the sound of a cell phone ringing from my jeans pocket.

"I'm sorry to ask for a moment, sajangnim please enter first later I will follow." Jong Gu nodded.

"Om please represent me first." My love.

"Non good." Ronggo came into the room. I pulled over a little and picked up the phone.

"Hallo."

"Yeah! naughty girl, are you okay?." I keep the phone away from my ears.

"Can you not scream?, what am I?." Means back.

"I heard you almost fell off the balcony of the mall." Jun Ho's voice sounded worried.

"Who told you?."

"Ish, answer me, bad girl." I took a deep breath.

"Do you think a barrier can kill me?."

"You okay?."

"Hm."

"Thank God, I was so shocked last night that Ronggo called me and told me about it."

"Ronggo si?, he wouldn't bother calling you just to tell me that?."

"You're right, he's asking about our counseling." I had guessed.

"Then?."

"Of course I lied." I nodded that Jun Ho definitely could not see.

"I just want to ask you that, bad girl! since last night your phone couldn't be reached, making me want to pull that cheek." Jun Ho Protests.

"I abandoned my dead phone."

"Yeah! you're, really a bad girl."

"Jun Ho si." Call me slowly, I want to tell her that I may not be a father and mother's son.

"Hm?." His heavy voice sounded soft.

"Thank you, I still have to work." Maybe next time I tell him, my heart.

"Uhm, take care of your health and be more careful not to be careless anymore."

The call was interrupted, I took a deep breath and put the phone in my jeans pocket, grabbed the doorknob, opened it slowly.

Behind the door there was a large glass towering from the side of the roof until the floor extended from end to end, it seemed like the glass was not too old but why did it look so shabby? that was the first sight that caught my eyes.

I closed the door slowly bowing ninety degrees to the occupants of the room. Again, this room is also no less narrow, but, with two sound systems, one computer and several mics lying in a box there are also three seats plus thirteen residents including me Ronggo and Jong Gu.

Out there the snow is falling differently to this room that feels very hot even the cold ac has been lit. They bowed back.

"Include him is the representative of one of our investors." Said Jong Gu in front of those who had gathered.

"Eva imnida." I said, bowing a little.

"Eva they're the group we talked about at the meeting, shouldn't you introduce yourself?." They were immediately busy tidying up the lines making me a bit confused, they were doing what?, my mind. My eyes swept over them one by one because their bodies were too high making me look up to see clearly.

There were seven of them and three of them were probably their trainers, until my gaze stopped on one of them. Our eyes meet.

DEG!

"You?!."

My loud voice stopped their movements, Jong Gu suddenly looked at me.