![]() He acted like a member of the family when he wasn’t. He was the one who waited for Joowon at the airport, bearing an obnoxious sign that said ‘welcome home’ in big, pink text and even gave him flowers. Kwon Hyuk is the son Han Kihwan dreams of having: obedient, ready to please, and rarely defiant. Joowon thinks he’s only the son by name because of Hyuk. It comes out flat-they both know he doesn’t mean it. “I suppose a ‘welcome home’ lunch or dinner wasn’t possible,” Joowon says. Like Joowon is a specimen that has met his standards and expectations. “You look well,” Han Kihwan says eventually. A proof that Han Kihwan has made the right decision in sending his son to fend for himself in a foreign land. Joowon has learned not to expect anything more. Joowon does, and his father spends the next few seconds assessing him and not offering him anything to drink.Ĭivil, calculating, detached. Han Kihwan gestures for him to have a seat in one of the opulent chairs in this fancy office. Joowon only responds once the doors behind him are closed and they’re alone. “Han Joowon,” Han Kihwan greets, nodding for his assistants to leave them. A habitual display of pretension that Joowon knows like the back of his own hand. The man is still the same-always sporting that crease between his eyebrows when he looks at Joowon, only to smooth it out once he lifts his gaze to his son’s. He arrives at the company building with ten minutes to spare and reaches the designated floor to his father’s office in five.Īfter having not seen Han Kihwan in the flesh for three years, Joowon thinks he isn’t missing out on much. So much for being the successor of the recently retired Executive Director. Now that he’s back, Joowon knows his every move will be watched, every mistake severely criticized. It’s a punishment now that Han Kihwan has seen how competent and capable his son is-how useful. There, he’s not subjected to his father’s whims.īeing called back here after making significant progress in their branch office isn’t the promotion his father made it out to be. He wishes he was still in Berkshire and away from all this. ![]() ![]() The noise is unbearable and the traffic can be so congested and nauseating that whenever he takes the freeway, he is left to bake inside his car, causing his face to tan.
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