Thirty

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"Is Tae Oh not going to his playschool today? You're here earlier than usual." Bomi walked in and sat across her boss.

'Well, his father is sending him to playschool today.'

"You don't even bother knocking the door anymore do you?" Jiwon's eyes were fixated on her computer screen.
"Sorry." She knocked on the table instead.
"I've been too lenient haven't I?" Her eyes diverted to her secretary.

Bomi smiled sheepishly before pushing across a file.

"There's a client who was here as soon as our office was opened. And she refused to engage with any other designer but you."
Jiwon sighed, not even bothering to flip the file open as she continued hovering over her computer screen.
"I told you I'm booked for at least the next 6 months or so. I can't afford to work on another project." She shook her head.
"Even if she's Ko Mun Yeong's daughter?" Bomi asked.
The name immediately grasped Jiwon's attention.

(Flashback)
"Oppa, your phone is ringing!" She called out to Soohyun who was in the shower. She wouldn't be bothered if it didn't ring diligently every minute.
"Can you answer for it for me?!"
She hears the shower sound stopped before walking over to his phone placed on top of her bed.
Picking up the phone, Jiwon can't help but to froze at the caller id.
"Who is it?" Soohyun came out from the shower topless with a towel over his waist.
Jiwon handed over the ringing phone to him.
"Your girlfriend." She told him before walking past the male.
(/end of flashback)

Walking over to the meeting room where she usually meet her clients, Jiwon braced herself as soon as she saw Yea Ji eyeing every photo framed around the room. Giving a knock on the glass door, the two women met again.

Yea Ji smiled.

"The world sure is small. My mother had been blabbering how she loved her interior designer all these years and oh to my surprise that same person just happened to be my ex boyfriend's ex wife."

(Flashback)
"You know Yea Ji and I broke up right?" Soohyun carefully brought up the topic.
Jiwon glanced over to him but said nothing.
"Let's talk." He walked over and grab hold of her hands stopping her from whatever she was making herself busy with.
Jiwon turned to look at him.
"I'm listening." She pulls her hands away from him and crossed her arms instead.
"Me and Yea Ji met 3 years ago. We were friends then. It was only about a year ago that we dated. I broke up with her a few months back right before I got into that accident and lost my memories. But there were things that were unresolved between us until I saw her again after the accident." He explained carefully as he observed her reaction.
"I know how all these would make you feel uncomfortable but I want you to understand that I love you."
His confession stirred things in her stomach yet again.
"From the first time I saw you up till now, I love you and you were and will be the only woman I want to spend my life with. That's all I need you to know."
Jiwon pursed her lips.
"I miss this." She murmurs. "You saying all these sweet things to me." She bluntly admitted.
"I'll continue saying them to you from now on, whenever." He grab her hand again and this time Jiwon let him.
"Let's not talk about her again. Whatever happened between you and her is between the two of you. And you don't have to feel bad about it because we were separated anyway when all that happened." She shrugged.
"But I'm not going to deny the fact that I was jealous. Upset to be exact. That there was another woman."
(/end of flashback)

Jiwon sat across from where Yea Ji was standing before the latter followed suit.
"Let me be clear that I only agreed to this because your mother has been a loyal client of ours. And your waiting period for work to commence will be earliest 6 months from now. Is that ok with you?" Jiwon was just work focus.
Yea Ji leaned back, crossed her legs and arms.
"You know I'm not here for that." Her eyes narrowed.
Jiwon sighed and placed down the file in her hand with a thud on the table across her.
"You're disturbing me at my work place."

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