With a sniff, Jae found herself facing a starchy white handkerchief shoved on her face, held by the quiet, tall man who once again stood next to her in the elevator. Since leaving her dad's suite minutes ago, Yunho Jung had refrained from speaking, and the young doctor felt a little disconcerted with his presence once more.
"Thanks," she said as she took the handkerchief from his hand, and used it to wipe her tears as she wondered how in the world she could work at their company with this man.
She'd never met a secretary or assistant with a forbidding aura as this man had.
If it were only her, Jae would have asked for a different person to be her secretary, but seeing as she knew peanuts about her family's business, she would need help from a very efficient person— and Yunho Jung was that person according to her father who by the way was one of the shrewdest man in business.