Here comes Part 2 of CH 13.
"May your coffee kick in before reality does . . ."
Writing our OC’s Saffire and Saffron in the aftermath of the VIP Club, found us reliving our own wild youth. Laughing over drunken escapades, nights we couldn’t remember and waking up in the middle of nowhere with no ride home. A little bit of the sister’s live on in us. Our only saving grace over the years . . . no ghostly Uncle Ryu’s leading us in one direction or the other.
Our advice going into this chapter, “Keep an open mind”. It only gets more complicated. Enjoy!
Bent over his knees breathing heavily, sadly, his spirit felt broken as the quiet voice in his head tried in vain to calm him down from panic to mild concern. Despite what she thought she saw, he reminded himself sternly he’d already confessed to her how he felt, so she couldn’t possibly be with Junsu. Or could she? Fishing for his cell, he stared fixated into the darkened screen. Who else might know where she’d disappeared to after the VIP Lounge? Hyun Joong, of course.
Checking the time, it was certainly not too late for a quick text message to find out.
Joong, were u at the VIP lounge? Have u seen the girls? I’m looking 4 Saffire.
Was he seriously going to have a conversation with a dead man? Coughing unconsciously, Joong gripped the bedsheet beside him, his knuckles whitening as he whispered hoarsely, “Uncle, I’m sincere. Don’t question me. I care for her, I do.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, clearly he had no desire to anger the spirit of Uncle Ryu.
Imagine going from drunken regrets in S. Korea to the sunny skies over California in one afternoon. Only we can manage such a feat and we're taking you with us.
We're in the air with Keis Wu as she flies Commercial for the very first time. (Must be nice!).
Read to find out who her traveling companion turns out to be. (Wish I was on the plane with her . . . SIGH).
“I guess you’re going to tell me whether I want you to or not, huh?” Snapping cattily she removed her large glasses, dropping them in the pouch in front of her. Fluttering her eyelids closed, she moved her seat back, folding both hands in her lap. She had come to ‘sleep’, not have to deal with some asshole teenage boy, who thought his crotch was more important than her feelings.
Watching her Henry smiled. Without the glasses, his initial observation of her was true. She ‘was’ actually pretty cute. Following suit, he flipped his seat back as well, muttering. “Name’s Henry. Henry Lau.”
Leaning against his broad shoulder she blinked up at him sadly. “It wasn’t my fault. Everything was fine, I swear. It was going according to plan. I had my orders. Then bam! Out of nowhere, there they were rushing onto the plane. What was I supposed to do?” Her eyes glistened pensively with unshed tears. He didn’t understand how hard she’d struggled . . . racing around the gathering crowd as the teenage trainees headed for the ticket counter.
“Do you realize what it’s like trying to chase two boys through a crowded airport with a camera crew following them? I’m barely four feet tall. Invisible or not, you know how I only fly if it’s a last resort. Last resort. Now look at me . . . I’m shaking.”
The Chairman's Daughters . . .