The Other Woman

"Bitch!"

The burning slap when hand connected to cheek stung Namjoo's entire face. Gasps echoed around her. A flush of heat soared through her when she turned to find Park Chorong glaring at her with laser-like eyes ready to murder. She lunged up from her seat the second loose curls from her bun landed on her shoulder and jumped onto the woman, shoving her tiny frame to the floor. Once taken advantage of by sitting on her belly with her full weight, Namjoo returned the slap and shook her violently before struggling to break through the shield of Chorong's flailing hands.

The noisy shuffle of chairs being pushed back resounded around them as others scurried over to find out what was happening, others to watch their fight. Namjoo grunted and screamed as Chorong cursed her while struggling to push her off. In one quick moment Namjoo recognized the sound of urgent footsteps before feeling a trail of wind whoosh by. The next second she was hurled up to her feet and struggling to throw herself back at Chorong, only if it weren't for the hands holding her back.

Fury gathered in the pit of her stomach as she watched Chorong rise to her feet, her straight hair now in tangles all over her head. In an instant she charged at her. Prepared to lash her arms out to fight back Namjoo found herself swung to the side in a flash by the one imprisoning her.

"Stop!" a voice demanded, his hand thrust out to halt Chorong. "Go out." Raising his voice with order, "Now!"

Chorong huffed angrily with a stern gaze. Namjoo held her eyes with challenge before she turned to stomp out. The snicker and murmuring of others as they returned to their seats floated into the background. Finally released Namjoo spun around to confront the uninvited third party. A handsome young man stared back at her with a deep frown burrowing down his face.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed.

Her stare turned into a menacing glare with warning. Snatching her purse from the table she wheeled around to walk out the open door. When she finally reached her car Namjoo threw her brand name bag into the passenger seat and without buckling her seat belt, sped down the road honking and screaming at the other drivers.

It took her no less than 10 minutes later to reach home through the afternoon rush hour. She abruptly turned into the circular driveway of her home with tires screaming against concrete. Slamming the car door behind her she stomped up the staircase to her home in her stilettos with purse slung over her elbow. Throwing keys onto the floor she demanded to the home driver, "Put my car in the garage."

"Yes, Little Madam," the elder driver bowed and quickly shuffled off.

Turning Namjoo stepped toward the staircase but halted and turned to look at the housekeeper watching her. With distaste Namjoo muttered, "What are you looking at?" Bowing immediately she scurried off. The moment she disappeared around the corner Namjoo mumbled, "Lazy bitch. I'd take your dinner away from you if you stared any more."

Namjoo tossed her purse onto the ground when she reached her room and lazily slid onto her queen sized mattress covered in the highest quality covers. As arranged by the head housekeeper her pillows were switched every two weeks to ensure its fluffiness. It felt just right when her head landed upon the pillow and sniffed in the scent of its freshly laundered pillow case. She drifted off into dreamland a few minutes later, awaking when she heard her door creak open. Namjoo only opened her eyes when she felt someone slip under the covers to join her.

"Hey," she greeted with a smile as she turned onto her side to face him.

Jongin observed her face carefully. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," she told. "When did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago."

"Anyone downstairs?"