D'Great Passion Miniescape

Chapter 2

His house was in the middle of nowhere that took me one hour to get back. Arriving at home I had never felt so happy like this, the maids and butlers gave their greetings on me as I went inside. "Where have you been Miss?" greeted my personal assistant as he looked at my wet clothes and I believed he also had smelled the alcohol from me. "Don't even ask." I gave him a look. I asked him then to leave me alone so that I could take a bath and just forget everything. "Miss, the President wants to see you, you should get dressed so we can go to the company." He said just outside the room after I took a long bath. I was started to get annoyed, but yeah this is my life. My Family had a fashion company started from zero in the 1970s, my late Grandmother had always loved fashion and it had been a dream of her since she was a kid, well at least according to my father. She made that happen from a small boutique to a large company. Since then the company grows and expands to America and Europe. 'Timeless Road' is known as the top brand in all over Asia especially in Korea and Japan; the sale is always booming. It is also known as the same level with the top brands from Europe like Zara and Chanel. Perhaps fashion is on the gene, I also loved it and even with my crappy skill I still loved to design clothes and bags. But of course why would Dad take my design seriously? He already got top designers working for him. I sighed hard and left the room.

We left the house at two in the afternoon and went to the company with Mercedes Benz car, which was supposedly provided as my business car. As my assistant opened the car for me, "Don't you dare tell my father about what happened, the fact that I just went home this morning stay secret. You understand Joongki?" I threatened. He bowed a little signing that he understood, "I won't tell." He promised. I trusted Joongki than anybody else; he stayed by me since I was in High School and he had even pretended to be a student in my school so that he could watch over me. Instead of friends, I only had him to talk to. He is like a brother to me but it did not mean that I would treat him like one; after all our status is just different.

Seeing the company again from the car made me feel a little bit nostalgia. How long has it been? Probably three to four weeks since the last time I had been here. The building is very artistic; it is white and most of it filled with glass windows, the building is a square-shaped with slope-like roof. The right part of the building is low while the other side is high, made it look like a slope. This was designed by famous architect from Indonesia, who had designed hotels and villas in Bali. My father really knew how to waste money. As I came out from the car, the workers welcomed me warmly as always and then made my way to my father's office which is on the 4th floor.

"He has been waiting for you inside." His secretary told me. I took a deep breath before entering the room to make more relax. I must be honest to myself; I did fear my father just like other people, because he has the power to do everything. As I opened the door, the bright big room welcomed me. The sunlight coming from the big window blinded me for a second before I finally spotted my father who was standing just in front of it. He looked strict as always, we might have been living in the same house but we were barely cross path with each other, so this look right now I had missed it. "How are you father? It's been awhile..." I greeted him, but because he did not answer I continued, "It is nice to see you again, but I'm wondering what made you call me so early to the office?"

Neither Angry nor smile my father looked at me intensely before he finally replied back. "Why are you always making trouble? You don't work at the company but instead you are wildly causing trouble." I looked at him questioningly; I still had no idea what he was trying to say. "The magazine you worked for as a model called me to terminate the contract. You know W-Korea is our important partner, but you in the middle of shooting acting like a kid! Asking for water or complaining about the make-up and photographer. What were you thinking? This was the only request I asked you, if you don't want to work in the company!" He seemed frustrated. I did have part time job as a model; I did several photo shootings but nothing big. I was just too lazy to do it. "It's not my fault, their service was just-