THE DEAL

18 Reversed Roles

Rosie was working a high profile event. The client was a really big fish in Seoul. The Australian had been planning and coordinating for weeks now and this time it wasn't just the catering.

The Gala dinner was set to be held next weekend and the blonde woman was on site today, briefing the head of service staff on which wine glasses to use for which specific bottle. They could not afford to mess this up. Their client was a very particular man and if he wasn't happy with anything they did, Rosie's company would not get hired again for that kind of money.

"So the bordeaux glasses are only to be served with Cabernet and the burgundy glasses for heaven's sake only put Pinot in these..." Rosie held up the two differently sized wine glasses up in the air for show but got interrupted by the arrival of the very man she was hired by.

"If the chandeliers aren't hung the next time I come in here, I swear, I'm gonna shoot somebody."

Rosie pulled a face, meeting the eyes of the women she had just been talking to, before she smiled again and turned around. 

"Mr. Cho! How are you?"

"Let's skip the pleasantries Roseanne, you have six seconds." Mr. Cho barked although he did speak a little softer with Rosie than with his staff earlier. Mr. Cho's personal assistant was with him today as well. Nayeon. She stood a little sideways as to not interrupt her boss's conversation with Rosie.

"Okay well everything's set for saturday." The blonde woman started with an amicable smile. She knew how to deal with difficult clients. Years and years of work experience.

"What about the ice sculpture?" Mr. Cho asked back with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

"Ah, yeah, four by three ice-" Rosie nodded but got interrupted yet again.

"Four by three? No, eight feet!"

"Eight feet?" Rosie's eyes became wide for a second before she nodded. 

"Did I stutter? Eight feet. I want this thing to really pop!" And with that he fished his phone out and stepped away without looking back at Rosie or his assistant.

"Eight feet, got it." The blonde typed into her own phone before she faced Nayeon who looked at her with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry about that, Rosie."

The australian woman shook her head with a fond smile. "No! One thing I like about your boss is that he knows what he wants. It's easier to do my job than with clients who have no idea what they want and keep changing their minds."

She and Nayeon had worked together closely while planning the menu for Mr. Cho. 

"Yeah..." Nayeon stepped from one foot to the other, looking after Cho's retreating figure. He had just gone out the door to take a phone call.

"Hey Rosie?"

"Hm?" The other woman hummed while still typing into her memo app.

"Last week you told me your wife works for the FBI?" Nayeon's voice had gotten more quiet.

That made Rosie look up, lowering her phone. "Yeah, she does. Is everything alright?"

Nayeon shook her head, her eyes kept jumping to Mr. Cho who was just in front of the building still talking on the phone. Rosie didn't miss it. She had been with Jisoo too long not to know what a spooked witness looked like. And Nayeon was behaving like one right now.

"No." Nayeon shook her head hardly noticable, eyeing Rosie as if assessing wether to talk or not. But her mind must have been halfway made up already. Otherwise she would have never said anything in the first place.