Yuri leaned back into the chair and let out a sigh. Her eyes wandered around in the unfamiliar room as she tried to tell herself to get used to it real soon. Double the size of her old office, yellow walls adorned with random pictures (except her complete right side was replaced by windows, giving her a clear sight of the city), an elegant couch set, another beige desk just a little smaller than hers on the left - this was her new office in the Kwon Enterprise.
Just yesterday, Yuri was introduced to the board as the other official holder of the "Kwon offspring" position beside Jiyong. Of course, only the Kwon Enterprise had this special position. To put it easy, a "Kwon offspring" had powers that were similar to a vice president's. This was why Old Kwon had had a huge office prepared for Yuri; her "welcoming present", he had said. Yuri had expressed her gratitude to her grandfather, but had had a hard time rejecting the secretary he wanted to hire for her. Yuri had always worked without assistance, and she didn't plan to change that anytime soon. Old Kwon wasn't very happy about this - he wanted anything but his grandchildren overworking themselves - but in the end, he didn't force Yuri to take the girl he picked anymore. Instead, he told her to find a secretary on her own, and gave her a week to do so.
"I want to give you time to make yourself comfortable and get used to the Kwon business anyway," Old Kwon had told Yuri. "Don't rush and just take it slowly. I don't want you to be too busy when you're just getting started."
Yuri had just silently nodded to her grandfather. She wasn't naive, she knew what was behind those concern-filled words. Even though she had defeated the Jung Enterprise for her grandfather, the old man was still cautious. Not overcautious and having cameras hidden in her office, but he didn't want her to join huge and important projects yet. Yuri understood, and she wasn't complaining. All she had to do was to be patient, because she knew one day, she would be having her grandfather's full trust. There was no reason for that not to happen. Because, after all, he had given her the "Kwon offspring" title already.
Loud knocks on the door snapped Yuri out of her chain of thoughts. She looked up straight to the other end of the room and saw Jiyong appearing behind the door, his typical smile on his face.
"Hello cousin," he approached her desk.
Yuri didn't say anything. She just looked at him and noticed he had a wrapped-up present in his hand. It had the size of a small book, and Yuri couldn't help but to wonder what's in there. However, she didn't want him to know she was curious.
"What do you want?" Yuri asked, sounding uninterested.
"Giving you my welcoming present," Jiyong answered and put the small present on her desk. He then sat down onto the chair across Yuri's, looking at her with expectant eyes. "Open it."
Yuri hesitated. She looked distrustfully at the object on the desk, her eyes then searched for some hints in Jiyong's eyes. But she didn't find anything but amusement in them.
"Just open it," Jiyong said with a chuckle. "It's not a bomb. It's a present for you to decorate your new office, to make it prettier, not to destroy it."
Giving Jiyong another suspicious look, Yuri grabbed the present. She then told herself there's nothing to worry about. She didn't want to give Jiyong the impression she was afraid or scared of him either. So, quick and careless, Yuri ripped the paper apart. Soon enough, she realized the present was no book, but a photo frame. And when she saw the picture in there, her eyes flared up with anger. She turned to Jiyong and glared daggers at him, while he was laughing out loud amusedly.
"Hey hey, take it easy!" He waved his hand at the furious girl. "The people who are in charge of moving stuff from your old office dropped the picture and the frame broke. They gave it to me, and I thought I could be so nice and buy you a new frame. I mean, you should keep some memories of your preys, right?" Jiyong chuckled. "Don't look at me like that, Yuri. You should thank me or something."
