Chapter 1.2

CHAPTER 1 PART 2

In a night filled with silence, Sang Hyuk sat at his desk reading complicated documents by a table lamp. Bohyun Plaza Hotel in China, he didn’t even have time to close his tired eyes. Sang Hyuk’s status as the only child of the owner of Bohyun’s, shows his identity in the business world. He had been taught to be the heir of the company since he was still a kid. Therefore, it is not a wonder that he is the leader of his hotel company which the main base is in South Korea.

His bright brain got him a nickname as the Genius by people around him. He also has a good character since he was raised like a child from an ordinary family. Sang Hyuk was entrusted as the financial director of the company because of his ability to finish work meticulously and quick. He also became subject of many people’s conversations because of his expertise in managing twelve hotel branches without ever making any mistakes.

Not only famous for his leadership spirit, Sang Hyuk’s handsome face who seems like the reincarnation of David March has also caught the attention of many people. His tall body made his face clearly visible. His dense chest muscles are hidden under his white shirt. Each time he walked, his sexy thighs would make women steal glances and hold their breath.

Sang Hyuk closed the complicated files filled with numbers before rubbing his tired forehead and eyes. Then stretching out his long legs and pulled himself out of the chair. Sang Hyuk walked over to the window. His expression gazing out of the window, staring at how the wind blew strongly, was gloomy. His black eyes reflected on the dark window implied that a feeling of loneliness. Sang Hyuk sat down back gloomily.

“Another day has passed….”

The days he went through without meaning are not what happened yesterday or today. Life that has been lived by Sang Hyuk until now feels empty. Since opening his eyes in the morning, he has had to wake up and swallow sickening fatigue. He was bored to live the same life and become a robot every day.

When her head was filled with ideas, a bell was heard indicating the food is ready to be served. Mo Rae took off her rubber gloves and went towards the kitchen.

“Table number seven.”

The Head Chef confronted Mo Rae and smiled at her. He then handed the girl a ready-to-serve plate.

“Okay.”

Mo Rae answered it vigorously. She then placed three large plates in a row on her left arm. Her right hand lifted one remaining plate then went to serve the food.

“Excuse me, did you order a steak?”

“Ah, yes.”

Mo Rae matched the food with the person who ordered it. She greeted politely and returned to the back. She washed the remaining dirty dishes.

The restaurant, which also houses a bar, is located within a five-star hotel building and is famous for its expensive food. If summed up, the money that is spent to pay for one table meal alone exceeds Mo Rae’s salary for one month. She never felt envious of the people who came to this place. Although, sometimes she wondered how people like them earn a lot of money. Despite living in debt, Mo Rae always believed in herself and tried to live honestly. Poverty made her just a little uncomfortable. She did not feel ashamed of herself or with others because of her circumstances. Mo Rae picked up a tissue and cleaned her flowing snot. Then cleaning the dishes vigorously until they’re shiny. As time passed eleven o’clock at night, the people who were drunk inside the bar began to increase.

“Hoahm!”

Mo Rae yawned without her manager knowing. Her head felt heavier and her eyes dimmed. She wanted to go home as soon as possible so she could lay down her tired body which was in pain. But…