Tiffany sees the familiar bald head in the kitchen, checks her watch and greets the man. "Morning, Dennis. You're here super early. I thought Taeyeon wouldn't be here until nine?"
The man turns around and breaks into a huge grin. "Morning, Miss Tiffany. You're right. She's not here yet but she has flown me over last night so I thought I'd get a head start and prepare something healthy and hearty for you before you start your day."
"That's very nice of you," Tiffany says as she makes herself a cup of coffee.
"It's the least I could do to repay you for lending me your kitchen." The man smiles at her then lowers his voice. "Miss Taeyeon can be pushy sometimes but she's a nice person."
Tiffany raises her eyebrows at the man and says nothing. She takes a seat at the counter and lets the man serve her the best plate of omelet she has ever eaten along with a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes.
"Can I ask you something?" she says as she chews her delicious breakfast.
"Shoot."
"Does Taeyeon require some kind of special diet? Is that why she brings you along everywhere she goes?"
"She doesn't bring me along everywhere she goes. I don't even cook for her on a daily basis. There's another chef for that," answers the man who's washing the frying pan. "She usually employs me when she has dinner guests or when there's an important event she's hosting."
That answer surprises Tiffany. "But there's none of those here."
The chef turns around and wipes his wet hands on his apron. "Well no, but there are people here that she wants to feed. That's also another reason why she sometimes hires me."
So she thinks we're so broke that we can't feed ourselves? Tiffany nearly scoffs as she brings her mug to her lips; her dislike towards the rich woman deepens a bit at that thought.
Luckily, before her mind could poison her with more negative thoughts about Taeyeon, Yuri appears at the back door, greeting the chef happily.
"Oh wow! Thanks, Dennis!" exclaims the tanned woman as she sits down to her own plate of omelet and pancakes. "I wonder whether Taeyeon could let you stay here forever. I'd love to have you around. No more burnt toasts!"
The man laughs. "Feel free to talk to her about that. I'm here to serve," he says, giving the woman a wink before he starts preparing for his next cook: late breakfast for his boss.
Taeyeon arrives as planned, a couple of hours later.
This time, however, she doesn't use her helicopter. Instead, she arrives in a luxurious European sedan-also jet black like her chopper-which is followed by a long trail of other vehicles: cars, vans and even trucks.
Tiffany and Yuri look at each other in confusion as they watch the long convoy stop to park on their land, revealing men and women of different occupations. Some look like construction workers while others look like they're Taeyeon's office employees judging from their clean and neat attire.
The blonde steps out of her car-still in her usual loose t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers-and approaches the two. "Morning," she greets them as she takes off her sunglasses. "Sorry for the commotion."
