Chapitre 2: Kim-Lee Park
My name is Kim-Lee Park. I'm you're average man, there only being one exception. That exception? I'm rich. You're probably thinking I'm full of it or crazy, but it's true. My ancestors were wealthy tycoons, and their offspring continued the family business.
What's the family business?
We own several hotel chains, restaurants, media companies, and our flagship business - clothing stores. Our name-brand clothing line is what made our fortune.
The males (yes, I said males) had a knack for design, so they used that to set trends of their era, and that sold like hot cakes.
I can hear your mind buzzing, going back to the part where I said I was just an average male and questioning that statement. How could a filthy rich bachelor like myself be average? Well I'll tell you.
First of all, I'm no bachelor. Being a bachelor implies that I'm a good-looking young man who's ready to meet his eventual love. The only thing that's true about that statement is that I'd like to meet a girl. I'm not good-looking nor do I have a good physique. I'm a little chubby, with average looks.
No girl would actively talk to me. They'll go for the good-looking man behind me, who dresses nicely and looks like he has a bunch of money. The blonde man with the chiseled chin, perfect cheeks, strong jaw, deep blue eyes. The man who's 198cm tall. Who drives the latest model sports car and wears designer clothing that's limited to only a few pieces released a year. God, do I hate this man sometimes!
Sigh... This good-looking bastard is my personal assistant Edric Lambert, and he's been with my family since before I can remember. He's served my father, and when my father began passing the business to me, he also passed Edric to me.
Do I hate Edric because he garners such attention from females? No, no I don't. He's perfection in a human body, so it's only natural that he would draw in such attention. I am jealous, though. I wish I had the looks to do such a thing. Of course, Edric always tell me that I could have the looks if I just worked out, but I find it hard to believe. Even if I slimmed down and toned up, all that would change would be my physique. My looks would still be average.
The only way I can get a girl to pay attention to me is to flaunt my money. I don't like flaunting my money, because the women I attract with it are all gold diggers. For those who don't know, a gold digger is just as the name implies, they're someone who is only searching for money and riches, caring little for anything else. And I don't want that, I want a woman who will care and love me for my personality, rather than my looks and money.
Maybe one day my dream of finding the one will happen, but not today.
Anyway, this love tangent has run on long enough. After all, this isn't a story about me and my search for true love. No, this isn't that sort of story. This isn't even a story about me. It's about two other people. Two people who changed my life. Though for better or worse, I'm still unsure of.
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