If one word had to be used to describe Lee Haru, it would have been anything but conscious. It was hard to tell if she was even aware of her whereabouts. Seven phone calls had come and gone yet all had failed to bring Haru to her senses.
"Haru! Haru! Lee Haru!", a flustered Dong Chan-woo waved his hand desperately, in an attempt to make hus presence known. "Ms. CEO, you have a meeting in an hour with ILeven's CEO, Kwon Jiyong. This deal is very important to our company. ILeven will hopefully agree to providing our latest production's costumes for the cast."
Kwon Jiyong? Lee Haru set up with a start. Sweat dripped down her shiny forehead."Dong Chan-woo! Get me my stylist now!", her voice now authoritative and commanding. As Dong Chan-woo disappeared from the luxurious office in a flash, Haru collapsed on her baby pink sofa, courtesy of SilkStory, luxury furniture designer, immediately returning to her thoughts.
Kwon Jiyong? "Jiyong? How are we to face each other again? No, I must not allow my feelings to get in the way..."