A Flavorful Box

A Hopeless Case Chapter 2

Author's Note:

She tried to avoid him. He had never met anyone who tried to resist him before. 

A short read. 

Since this is my recycled fic, let me know if you read any names that you don't recognize. 

Of course I was also the one that wrote the previous version, there's no plagiarism here.

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"Sorry, you can't change your route to Seoul-Paris-Seoul."

"What about London?"

"It's impossible too."

"Then......can I move somewhere vacant? Any route will do, as long as it's not New York."

The middle aged man in the Human Resources office took off his glasses to observe her thoughtfully.

"Kim Go Eun-ssi. Have you forgotten? All stewardesses' schedules are fixed for six

months and could not be changed until it expires."

".........right. I'm sorry. I forgot about that."

"Maybe you don't really know about it, since this is the first time you lodge such a

request."

"Yes, yes you're right. Very well then, have a good day."

"Is there a problem with your current shift?"

I want to avoid this man who is one of our most distinguished flyers, because I stupidly

slept with him and felt guilty about it. I don't want to ever see him again.

"I just suddenly want a change of ......atmosphere."

"I see."

Whether the senior manpower manager believed her or not, she couldn't tell. She only

satisfied herself with bowing to him and leaving the office immediately to ride the company's van to the airport.

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She didn't see him on board again until exactly one month later. Maybe he has a permanent schedule to visit New York every last week of the month.

She stayed clear from his seat and was on standby to tend to the passengers at the half front of the first class cabin.

And then the stewardess that was in charge at the pantry called her.

"Lee Min Ho-ssi wants you."

"WHAT?"

"Why are you speaking so loud? Have you got mad?" the senior stewardess glared at her.

"He wants your assistance. Go to him!"

God, no.

"What are you waiting for?" her senior barked.

She bowed and walked to his seat, asking in her most professional tone,

"May I help you, Sir?"

Min Ho ran his eyes all over her figure. The neatly styled hair up on her head, not a

strand of hair misplaced, the curves of her slim waist, and the elegant but captivating

make-up she was wearing.

"You know what I want."

Her composure faltered.

"Coffee. Get me my usual coffee."