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Chapter 9

Haruto POV

"Yes, don't worry Mr. Sanders. I assure you its a good investment. I have sent you their annual report for the last five fiscal year and my assessment result. Its a good profile if you want a long term money maker." I spoke to one of my client through the phone.

I glanced up to the door when I saw Seungjoo get inside my office. He leaned against the sofa with a concern plastered on his face. "Not a big deal Sir., let us know if you have made your decision.. Yes, thank you.. You too have a great day ahead."

"What is it?" I asked Seungjoo after I hung up the call.

"Your lover's father reject our offer for the third time now. He wants to see you first before he approve our purchase." He said.

"And why is that?"

"My bet says its because you own more than most Kims. So how? Do you want me to see him? Or you want to see him yourself as Lee Seungjoo?" He asked.

"He knows my face. I can't meet him and introduce myself as Lee Seungjoo." I tapped my pen on the desk as my eyes staring at the picture of me, Junkyu Hyung and his parents that we took before Junkyu Hyung went to Japan. Am I ready to see him now? Definitely not.

"Book me a flight to Seoul then."

I tucked one finger in between my neck and my shirt collar, trying to make some room for me to breathe. It's not gonna work, my tie clenched tightly around my neck. It took me almost an hour just to fix my tie yet here I am fighting the urge to pulled it off.

My palms were sweating excessively as though I'm suffered from hyperhidrosis. I'm not, by the way. The idea of meeting Junkyu Hyung dad really threw me into pool of anxiety. It freaks me out more than when Hyunbin Hyung stabbed me.

"Haru, you looked like you want to ask permission to marry his son rather than have business talk." Seungjoo chuckled as he stood next to my chair.

"You will never know." My voice came out croaky and I shifted on my seat for the 123456 times in the last thirty minutes.

Sitting in the middle of a private room of a high-end Japanese style restaurant did nothing to calm my nerves down, despite the serene sound of bamboo fountain outside and soothing smell of green tea across the room.

I became more nervous when I heard the door being knocked. I shot my legs straight without thinking and knocked the edge of the table, making my tea spilled out of the small cup. Seungjoo shook his head in amusement before he walked towards the door.

If only he knew my life and my future depends on the result of this meeting, he wouldn't dare to flick his tongue at me. I took a mental note to slap his head for being rude.

Realization hit me hard when Mr. Kim enter the room and I get to see his face again. This is the first man that ever said a proud word to me. The man that boast about me to everyone around him despite his own status. The man that show me a good loving family exist in real life.

The very same man that gave me a thumbs up from winning Junkyu Hyung heart. That believe my potential as a producer. That gave me a chance to shine as a producer.

A huge hammer hit my chest as I saw him talking with Seungjoo. This man once trusted his son to me. I promised him to take care of Junkyu Hyung and I broke my promise. He treated me like I'm his own son even after Junkyu Hyung left to Japan.

I disappointed him yet here I am shamelessly come again in his life to talk about business. 

"Mr. Kim Sang Joon, I don't think I have to introduce you but he's the real owner of Haebi Corp.." Seungjoo introduced me as they walk closer to the table. Mr. Kim turned to look at me and I swear I see his face hardened.