“Because it was obvious. You wanted money. You still do, which is why you put up with me. But she’s rich.”
“Yes. I believe her family’s net worth eclipses yours by quite a large margin.”
“You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”
“A thousand apologies. But yes, they’re like Crazy Rich Asians. Except in Korea.”
“Was she adopted?” That could be why her family decided she needed to start working. I’ve heard stories about how some asshole families return kids they adopted like an ill-fitting T-shirt, so it’s possible.
“I don’t think so. I saw a family photo, taken at some event or other. She’s practically a
carbon copy of her mother.”
“Maybe Mom had an affair.”
“Highly doubtful. If she had, don’t you think Yuna’s parents would be divorced?”
“Yeah…” I say slowly, my mind still on why she wants to work as a celebrity’s assistant, of all things. It sounds all glam, but the work itself isn’t.
“She probably just wants to be close to you, like every other woman in the world.”
“Normally I’d buy that, but she threw away my damned card.” So she doesn’t want to be that close.
“Mm. That must have stung.”
“Oh, shut up.”
I give myself a mental shake. No need to overthink this. What matters is that she’s back in my life, and this time I have her phone number, and she’s coming to my place tomorrow morning.
Chapter Twelve
Yuna
Once I’m in the lobby, it hits me: I got a job without using my family connections! And on my first try!
Yes! I did it! I showed Eugene!
But now I have certain obligations. I group-text my friends. They gave me the moral support I needed, plus helped me write out my résumé. They should be the first to know.
–Me: Guess what? I got the job!
–Kim: Woohoo! Go you!
–Ivy: Congrats! I knew you’d kill it!
–Court: We have to celebrate!
–Edgar: Tonight?
–Jo: Tonight works for me. How about you, Yuna?
–Me: You know me. Any time is great for celebrations and parties!
–Ivy: I volunteer our place. You all just show up any time in the next hour or two.
–Tony: Perfect.
–Me: Excellent. Let me call an Uber so I can get there.