Business Secrets

Chapter One

Aiko POV
'That flying death machine wasn't so bad after all.'
I have to say that planes are not so bad, I remember before I was terrified of those crashing, sea sinking, island abandoner..... I just shiver at the thought of the plane I was just on would do something like that. Just breathe Aiko. Well, at least I have more clients that need improvements for their businesses. The chilling part of this trip is talking in front of more than 50 different business men and women.
Walking in the crowded plane station, it was very hard to walk around without rubbing shoulders with someone else. Then there are the very annoying sound of heels and the rolls of bags.
Well it doesn't look like I'll get out of here with that line. Great just how much I love wasting time.
I already wasted 3 years of my life with a man, how I shall not say his bloody name, I was supposed to get married too. He cheated on me with someone special to me,yes, my so called best friend Shala. I shiver at her name and the detrital she did.
Sitting here longing for something to do there was a sudden flash of different lights. Looking in the direction of the wails of women and rapid flashes were coming from.......
Oh, no one important to me, just one of the worlds largest businessmen Jumin Han. He has plan black hair, dark focusing eyes, and seems taller in person. Yeah sure he's handsome, but what do I know. Maybe he likes the attention like almost any guy would.
??? POV
These damn cameras and women just willing to throw themselves at me. How disappointing.
"Mr. Han, we should hurry we don't want any problems here," my assistant whispers. Not responding I just forcefully stride through the crowd. Walking away from the crowd that is currently still, annoyingly, following me I spot someone. The only women out of all the others not in this crowd. She had light brown and black, brown eyes, and causal dressed women.
I think she caught me staring at her because she revealed her once dark eyes from a distance to a lovely hazel. We look start at each other, but not thinking I was looking at her turned around and looked behind her. Then she looked back so uninterested and looked down at her phone
"Sir we must hurry!"
With that I continued to forcefully push my way through the crowd.
Aiko POV
Okay then, that was weird. I decided to try to go to the exit since the crowd was starting to descend from it. I lazily get up and grab my bags and walk toward the exit.
Walking towards the exit I bump into someone.
"Hey watch it!" She, well they yelled at me.
There was two women. One with green eyes and orange-reddish hair and the other has brown eyes and brown hair. Look like sisters to me. Not wanting any trouble I quickly apologize.
"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to leave," I said that kind of quietly. Only to get an irritating reply.
"Yeah right. You just want to see Jumin like everyone else. He's going to be mine soon so don't try it."
Gezz red head. Calm down a notch or two.
"Come on Shara, we have to go." The one with the brown hair said. These women are Jumin crazy like everyone else in this crowd. Finally seeing the exit increase in my vision, I push open the doors and head out.
I walked down to a nearby cafe and sit down next the window. I love window seats. I lay back and breathe out a relieved sigh. While I was sitting there relaxed and unbothered my phone rings. Oh look how it is, the bloody animal Kevin. Yeah, his name is Kevin Marshall, one of the most popular actors.
But all of the texts were from Kevin and Shala/ the two assholes. I remember they did in the same place me and Kevin slept in. I caught them but I'm still a little shaken up by it. So I really don't want to be in a relationship for a while.
The text messages are like this:
Kevin: Hey, look I'm really sorry. Can we talk about this.
Kevin: Please respond to me. I really want to talk. She meant nothing to me.
Kevin: Aiko. Please talk to me , I love you.
Well apparently you don't love me you asshole. Then there were a list of phone calls.
~Missed Call From Kevin
~ Missed Call From Kevin
~Missed Call From Shala
~ Missed Call From Kevin
The list goes on and on. I don't really care what they have to say to me. I'm just glad I'm not in Britain anymore, away from them. My phone rings again.
It was my mother.
Mom: Hey sweetheart, are you off the plane yet?
Me: Yeah, I'm off. How are you?
Mom: I'm fine but,
When my mom said but my breath shook a bit, it usually meant something bad.
I hesitantly spoke.
Me: But what ?
Mom:You father still wants you to be with Kevin.
Me: What?! Why? He clearly doesn't respect me at all!
Mom:That's exactly what I told him, but you know, Kevin is hurt too. Not that I'm taking his side. I'm very upset with what he did to you. How unforgivable!
Me: That's what I'm saying  mom. Wait, where is dad?
Mom went silent to a moment. Oh no this is bad.
Mom: Well that's why I called. Not only to check on you but, your father, Kevin, and Shala are also going to Japan too. Too meet you there.
Wait, what did she just say? They are coming here? Ha.....ha...ha. This is terrible!
Not wanting to hear anymore I hang up. Why? Why now. Why ever? My stomach flips and I feel drops come down my face.
What am I supposed to do?
*Meow*
Huh, oh it's a cat. A white Persian cat. It's really beautiful. Looks like it is really taken care of. I scoop the cat up in my arms and lay back in the chair: it purrs as I rub it's head lovingly.
"Excuse me."
A love monotone voice calls to me. It's Jumin Han himself. I jolt up with the cat in my hands. It must belongs to him.
"Oh, is this you cat? I'm sorry."
His voice is so plan and straightforward.
"It's fine. I'm sorry as well for making you take care of it for a little while."
He has such a plan expression.
"Please don't apologize. It was very calming caring for this Persian cat."
His eyes widened a bit.
"You like cats?"
"Yes I do. My mom has two of them," I giggle a little.
He smiles only a little for me to see.
"My name is Jumin Han." He holds his hand out to me. I put the cat down and it runs behind his legs. I shake his hand. I smile at him to have that same small smile to be returned.

"I can't believe females aren't all over you again," I laugh at Jumin. We started to walk together since both of us were heading the same way.
"Is that how you see me? To be completely honest, I hate those cameras and women to throw themselves at me because I was born with a silver spoon."
"I'm sorry. Even with a silver spoon, I'm sure you have your hard times." He quickly turns his head to me and stops which makes me stop.
"Are you okay Mr. Han," I ask wondering if I upset him.
He stares at me directly in my eyes. Is he trying to test me or something? He turns his head away and smiles. Then began to walk again. I walk with him.
"What is your name?"
I guess I still didn't give him my name huh?
"My name is Aiko Waters."
"What do you do as a career?"
"I work part time as a software developer but  also an entrepreneur."
"Those are both great jobs that can never be replaced. What are you here for?"
"Too get away from some things and to work with other businessmen and women."
"I guess I'll be seeing you around then Ms. Waters. For now we must part ways for this is where I stop."
He stops and turns to me. He's so much more handsome in person.
"Well it was a pleasure to be of your aquatints. Do you have a card of some sort you could give me if my company needs some computer programming?"
For some reason I feel my cheeks heat up. "O-Of course."
I go into my purse and pull out one of my business cards and hand it to him. "Thank you, I'll be calling very soon to make sure you get to your destination. For now good bye Ms. Waters." He smiles and me then turns away. Wow, he is so much different in person, but he's still really proper a man. With that done I walk to a rented house just a block from Mr. Hans business.

With all my things settled into place, I lay on the soft, queen bed and turn on the TV.
'Famous actor Zen will be preforming in Japan. Please get your tickets at this number.'
*Ring. Ring*
My phone rings, again. I feel my stomach flutter and my cheeks heat up once more.
It was Mr. Han.