The make-up on her face hid her true feelings throughout the night. She feigned a lively woman in front of high-end people, singing love songs, of fairy tale dreams. Her dreams before. That dream that once had come true. After three songs, her job was done and headed back to the dressing room. There was an inexplicable urge to remove the layers of make up on her face. She had been wanting to wash them away with her tears, since that morning. That morning, when she went to the person, who brought her into the world of cruel lies and fake dreams.

The dressing room was empty and blank. Lifeless. She stared at herself in the mirror, realizing how really pale she was. And how lifeless. It took her a moment to notice the flowers on the table. It was the irony of the whole picture. It was full of life. Yellow tint orchids nestling pure white and pale green roses, matched by the green foliage and berries uniting the bunch. Somehow, it lightened up her feelings. She looked for a note. She found nothing. Nothing from Choi Siwon. She was disappointed.

Perhaps the creak of the door, and the light footstep coming from there could tell her who sent her those flowers. Yeori saw the man from the mirror, but she turned her back anyway to meet him appropriately.

"Do you like the flowers?" Asked the man. His eyes were saying something. Something that Yeori hadn't had a clue of but somehow could relate to.

"Who are you?" The man just smirked and occupied the nearest chair, crossed his right leg over the left one. He handed Yeori a calling card. Instead of giving Yeori an idea who he was, he made it more cryptic to her. "What do you need?" Yeori asked another question.

"You and I. We need each other." The man said, looking intently at her. The way he looked was killing and at the same time, calming her soul.

"What do you mean by that?" Yeori scoffed and turned her back from him, starting to remove her makeup. She pretended not to see him, but the mirror allowed her to view him and look into those eyes.

"Samsung." The man's reticent word explained his intention to Yeori. Basing from her reaction, the man let himself to speak freely. "Jay Y. Lee. Revenge." He continued.

"How did you know that?" Yeori asked. Suddenly, shiver occupied her whole body. The man just smirked and sprang to his feet.

"Call me, if you're interested." He said and left the room.

Her fingers were trembling, she couldn't even bring them to finish removing her makeup. She looked at the mirror. The echo of his words filled the room. Samsung. Jay Y. Lee. Revenge. He gazed at the calling card. Uhm Taewoong, who are you?

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The natural shine coming from the gold foliage, fallen leaves that marked the Fall, brightened up the morning in the riverside. People were doing a warm up, waiting for the sunshine. Gain had never expected to find herself there, among the throng of physically active people. One of them was their car designer. The very reason why she was there.

She examined the crowd, and wondered where the hell they got the energy to break off sweat that early morning. She was still sleepy and decided to sit at the bench underneath the tree. Sleep deprived because of the documents she studied last night, she let her eyes to close a bit. Then, a bit more until she couldn't see anything. A leaf fell from the tree and touched her hair, it woke her and sent panic alarm to her systems. Omo, I fell asleep! What if I missed- Her watery eyes spotted a man in dry fit clothes and running shoes, pounding the pavement. It was him! It gave her hope at the same time, the sun was in full action.

She ran, catching his pace, which was really fast. Her heartbeat was ecstatic and her legs were on the verge of giving up. He ran like there was no limit to his energy, while her energy was known to many as a paucity. Fortunately, the man stopped and turned to look at her. He looked askance, remembering of he had seen her before. Instead of introducing herself, she remained silent, catching her elusive breath. Not finding the answer if he knew her, the man just turned his back, put the headset back and continued to run. Wait!!! Gain wanted to scream but her tongue was paralyzed.

She ran again, hopelessly. Not fully recovered, her vision went dark, not noticing her untied shoelace. Before she knew it, she had become a victim of her shoelace. She fell off the ground, shrieking with pain, people ran into her offering their help totally clouded her sight of their car designer.

A band aid was enough to cover up her wound. Now, she was sitting at the same bench. The sun was in full bloom. She missed her chance to please him stay with the company. Gain sighed heavily with her dropped shoulders.

"Are you okay now?" She didn't notice that there was a man sitting next to her. She looked at him shortly and nodded. Realizing she knew him, she looked at him again.

"Engineer Lee!" She exclaimed. Her pale face regained its normal complexion.

"Catching up with my pace, huh?" He smiled back, handing her a bottle of Pocari.

"Well... I think I need to do whatever I can to stop you... leaving us." She said, embarrassed.

"And it includes running?" He chuckled. "I was part of the soccer team in college. I do track and field for cross training. You think you can catch up?"

"Lee Seunggi ssi.." Gain said, completely devoured by embarrassment. "Engineer Lee, about the contract, we can reconstruct it. Just tell me." She continued, trying to redeem herself.

"What's your favorite color?" Seunggi asked. Unaware, it made her brows furrowed but seeing  his face, she realized it was a serious question.

"Orange."

"Okay. Well, I have an appointment in thirty minutes. I'll think about it, lets meet later. Seven sharp, same place." He said and ran his way to the parking lot.

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After submitting her pictures of Lee Minhee's party to her boss, Bomin, earning a fortune bought cans of beer to celebrate it. If celebrate was the right word. Well, she earned a lot. However, she was depressed. Her first kiss was not meant for her.

"Lee Minhee." She unconsciously uttered the name of South Korea's most popular Heiress.

"Lee Minhee what?" An inquisitive voice asked her behind. It was her best friend since she left the orphanage and lived by herself, Im Siwan.

"Siwan ssi! You want?" She asked pointing at the beer. Siwan took one, opened it and drank heavily.

"You risked your life again to follow the heiress." He said with the sarcastic tone in the last word "heiress." Bomin stared at him for a moment and heaved a sigh, she looked at the horizon, brooding over something. Siwan, on the other hand, looked at her, with those amorous eyes.

"She's beautiful, rich and smart. You couldn't ask for more if you were Lee Minhee. I have followed her every action for years. People want to know everything about her. I'm thinking, how wonderful to be Lee Minhee." Bomin said, her eyes still glued to the undefined sky.

"But she's a bratt." Siwan replied.

"Still, people love her." He loves her

"Not me." Siwan said and smiled at her. She smiled back, almost faking it to hide her the sudden urge of sadness. Sadness that had been torturing her since she left the party.