The Stripper (Jenlisa)

Chapter 2

Seoul, South Korea - 08:34 am

Lisa's POV

I had already forgotten how cold Seoul could be, since I was used the heat of Thailand; that weather was now strange to me, I thought while taking on the coat that i brought. I walked between the people who were walking from one side to other, focused on their mobile phones, or in intertaining conversation. I straightened my hair and put on my face my Triomphe 11 sunglasses, to the head to the exit of the Incheon airport, where I saw a black Mercedes waiting for me.

"Good morning, Ms. Manoban." The driver greeted me politely.

"Good morning, Greg" I said as I got in the car that had a great temperature thanks tho the miraculous heater. "God! Since when is Seoul so cold?" I grumble, dropping my belongings on the seat.

"Since always, Miss. The weather here is always cold." I heard Greg say as he flashed me a smile."I'm sorry to ask, but how was your father?"

"You're right, I have forgotten how things are here." I said calmly as I accommodated myself better on the seat. "He's fine, he's in Thailand with my family."

"That's great, I really like Mr. Manoban. Where should I take you?" He asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"To my new apartment, Greg. Just follow this street, and I'll give you directions for the rest of the way."

The man nodded and drove away from the airport.

Looking out the window of the car and seeing the streets of Seoul, I could remember very well the time I lived there, and what an amazing time it was. I knew that city like the palm of my hand, after all, I wasn't always this Lisa who only thought about work; I had already enjoyed a bit of what life had to offer, in fact, not a bit, a lot. My thoughts wandered to the memories of all the things I had done, but that was all in the past, the immature and irresponsible Lisa was no longer here.

"Turn left at the next corner."I said to the man who was following my directions perfectly.

We finally arrived to the building where I was now going to live in. Greg quickly got out of the car, stirring my door and opening it.

"Thank you." I thanked him with a smile.

Greg has been my driver ever since I was younger and lived with my parents. He was a man of a certain age, but still very helpful by the way.

I walked into the main lobby of the building, where the employees quickly went to their work places. It was funny how they behave in my presence. People were usually 'scared' of me, maybe because of the rude and arrogant manners that they I had, but I had no intention of making them believe otherwise. Nowadays to be respected, people had to fear your presence.

"Good Morning, Ms. Manoban. One of our employees will take your luggage into your apartment. It's the 0323, the only one on the penthouse."

I didn't say anything, only nodded and walked to the elevator. Upon reaching my apartment, a red haired young man entered right after me, putting my luggage in my room, stacking it perfectly.

"May I help you with anything else ma'am?" He asked.

"You can leave." That the only thing I said.

The apartment was big, an enormous area with a contemporary and sophisticated style, filled with the brown furniture. On the walls, there were some light and dark colors, and paintings with beautiful drawings. Everything was the way I liked it. I walk to the living room, where I lay on the couch, taking off my high heels that were hurting my feet. I let my body relax on top of the couch for a few moments, the trip was long, or rather, life was being too hard. Then I got up again and went to big balcony of my apartment.