She Mistook a Korean Billionaire for Her Chauffeur—And He Never Corrected Her

Jasmine Reed stepped into the arrivals hall at Incheon Airport with one suitcase, one laptop bag, and the dangerous confidence of a woman who had survived 12 hours beside a passenger who applauded every time the plane encountered turbulence. Her phone buzzed. The CO Grand Hotel driver had written, “Flat tire. 10 minutes late.
Please wait by exit four.” Jasmine reached exit four and saw a black luxury sedan at the curb. Beside it stood a tall Korean man in a charcoal coat, checking his phone with the expression of someone reading disappointing quarterly results. “Perfect,” she thought. The hotel had sent the serious one.
She rolled her suitcase directly to him. “Jasmine Reed, you must be my driver.” Seo Tae-yang looked up. He had just returned from Tokyo and was waiting for his own assistant to bring the second car around. Before he could answer, Jasmine placed the suitcase handle in his hand. “Careful with that side,” she said. “The wheel has trust issues.
” Tae-yang stared at the suitcase. One wheel leaned outward like it was trying to escape the conversation. “I can see that,” he said. “Good. We understand each other already.” For reasons he could not explain, Tae-yang opened the trunk and loaded it. 5 minutes into the drive, Jasmine had adjusted the air vent, connected her phone to the car, and accidentally activated a Korean navigation voice that sounded personally offended by every turn Tae-yang made.
“She does not approve of you,” Jasmine said. “She has been difficult since the airport.” “The navigation lady or me?” Tae-yang glanced at her in the mirror. “I haven’t decided.” Jasmine laughed, surprised. “Oh, you do speak. I thought the hotel hired you for your mysterious silhouette.” She asked about street food, neighborhoods, and whether Seoul traffic always moved like a polite argument.
Tae-yang answered in short sentences, but he found himself listening. Nobody asked about acquisitions. Nobody mentioned investors. Jasmine wanted to know where office workers ate noodles after midnight and why every convenience store seemed better organized than her entire apartment. When she learned he had skipped lunch, she pulled a crushed granola bar from her bag and held it toward the front seat.
Emergency chauffeur nutrition. It appears to have been sat on. That improves the texture, he accepted. It the sedan stopped beneath the gold-lit entrance of the CEO Grand Hotel. Before Tae-young could reach her door, three managers, two assistants, and Mrs. Kim hurried outside. They formed a neat line and bowed deeply.
Jasmine blinked. Wow, they really respect punctuality here. Nobody moved. Mrs. Kim looked from Tae-young to Jasmine, then to Jasmine’s wounded suitcase. Her face remained perfectly composed, but one eyebrow rose a millimeter. Jasmine stepped out and patted Tae-young lightly on the shoulder. You must be their favorite driver.
A junior manager made a sound that might have been a cough or a swallowed scream. Tae-young removed Jasmine’s suitcase from the trunk. The broken wheel detached, rolled across the marble entrance, and stopped neatly against the general manager’s shoe. Jasmine pointed at it. See, trust issues. The general manager picked up the wheel with both hands as if it were a ceremonial object.
Tae-young handed Jasmine the suitcase and said, without looking at his horrified staff, I’ll park the car. As he drove away, Mrs. Kim watched him smile through the windshield. She had worked for Tae-young for 7 years. She had seen him negotiate a hostile takeover without blinking. She had never seen him carry anyone’s suitcase.
Jasmine leaned toward her. Is he always that serious? Mrs. Kim considered the safest possible answer. Not while parking, apparently. The next morning, Jasmine called the number Tae-young had given her, believing it belonged to the hotel’s transport desk. He answered during an executive meeting. My breakfast has become a hostage situation.” she whispered.
12 directors looked up as Tae-yang rose from the head of the table. “Explain.” “The buffet has six kinds of porridge and I chose the one that tastes like a polite punishment. I need real coffee before my rehearsal.” Tae-yang glanced at the presentation behind him. It read, “Regional Expansion Strategy.” “Wait in the lobby.
” He ended the meeting 8 minutes early. Nobody dared ask why. When he arrived, Jasmine held up two paper cups. “I bought yours. Black, because you look like milk would ask permission before entering your coffee.” Tae-yang took the cup. “That is an unusual assessment. Was I wrong?” He drank. She was not.
Jasmine asked where local office workers ate lunch. Tae-yang drove her to a narrow alley behind an old market where a tiny noodle shop had six stools and an owner who greeted him by asking why he looked thinner. “You come here often?” Jasmine asked. “Sometimes.” The owner pointed at Jasmine, then at Tae-yang, and launched into rapid Korean.
Jasmine understood enough to catch the words girlfriend and finally. Tae-yang replied too quickly. The owner laughed louder. “What did she say?” Jasmine asked. “She recommends the dumplings.” The owner slapped his shoulder and made a heart with both hands. “Those must be very romantic dumplings.” They sat shoulder to shoulder at the counter.
Jasmine tried to copy Tae-yang’s technique with metal chopsticks. One noodle escaped, landed on her sleeve, and left a bright red streak. Tae-yang handed her a napkin. “The noodle won.” he said. “It cheated. It had sauce support.” By the end of lunch, Jasmine had made the owner laugh, learned the names of three side dishes, and persuaded Tae-yang to try a dumpling so hot he went completely still.
“Are you all right?” “Yes.” His eyes watered. “Your face says no.” “My face is private.” Back at the hotel, Seo-jun Woo stepped out of the elevator wearing a navy suit and carrying a folder marked brand strategy. He stopped when he saw his cousin holding Jasmine’s presentation boards while she balanced a coffee tray on his car roof.
“Tae-young,” Jun Woo said slowly. “Why are you carrying foam board?” Jasmine turned. “Oh, good. Another employee. Can you grab the blue folder?” Jun Woo looked at Tae-young. Tae-young looked back with a warning so clear it could have been printed on hotel stationery. Jun Woo picked up the folder. “Of course,” he said.
“I am famous for folders.” Jasmine introduced herself and asked what he did. “Marketing,” Jun Woo replied. Which was technically true in the same way that a thunderstorm was technically weather. She nodded toward Tae-young. “Your chauffeur has been saving my life.” Jun Woo bit the inside of his cheek. “He is very committed to transportation.
” Tae-young placed the boards beside her. “Your rehearsal starts in 20 minutes.” Jasmine checked her watch and hurried inside. The moment the doors closed, Jun Woo folded against the sedan laughing without sound. “You carried her luggage?” “The wheel was broken. Naturally, a national emergency.
Should I alert the board?” Tae-young opened the driver’s door. Jun Woo wiped his eyes. “How long are you planning to be her chauffeur?” Tae-young paused. “Until the summit.” Jun Woo grinned. “Excellent. I haven’t enjoyed work this much since the lobby fountain sprayed chairman.” So, Jasmine’s rehearsal was postponed when a lighting technician accidentally programmed the ballroom spotlights to follow Mrs. Kim everywhere.
After 10 minutes of being illuminated like a reluctant pop star, Mrs. Kim declared the room unavailable until the system was fixed. Jasmine found Tae-young near the entrance. “Congratulations. You have been promoted from chauffeur to tour guide.” “Was there an interview?” “You pass by standing there. She wanted to see an old neighborhood rather than another polished shopping district.
Tae Young took her to Ikseon-dong where narrow lanes curved between traditional houses, tea shops, tiny boutiques, and couples posing as if they had personally invented brick walls. At a street stall, Jasmine challenged him to a ring toss game. Tae Young missed the first three throws. “You’re doing this badly on purpose.” she accused. That would be comforting.
On his final try, the ring landed around a small stuffed tiger. The vendor handed it to him. Tae Young passed it to Jasmine. “Your trophy.” “For what?” “Managing an underperforming athlete.” They found an old photo booth tucked between a bakery and a stationery shop. Jasmine pulled back the curtain. “We need evidence that you have facial expressions.
” “No.” She stepped inside. “That sounded like fear.” Tae Young entered only to prove it was not. The booth counted down before either of them was ready. In the first photo, Jasmine was laughing while Tae Young looked suspicious of the camera. In the second, she tried to make him smile by holding the stuffed tiger beside his face.
In the third, the booth flashed early and captured him looking at her instead of the lens. The machine printed two strips. Jasmine studied them. “You smiled in one.” “Barely, but a forensic team could confirm it.” Tae Young took the second strip and slipped it into his wallet. “For company records.” he said. “Your transport department has unusual paperwork.
” They shared hot talk outside. Jasmine bit into hers too quickly, burned her tongue, and attempted to maintain dignity while breathing like a tiny dragon. Tae Young silently handed her his bottled water. “Do not laugh.” she warned. “I am not.” The corner of his mouth moved. “Your face is leaking information again.” That evening, Daniel Foster arrived at the hotel with two cameras, a bright yellow coat, and enough energy to reorganize the lobby by walking through it.
Jasmine hugged her near the elevators. Jun Woo happened to be passing when one of Danielle’s camera straps caught on a decorative branch and pulled an entire arrangement sideways. He caught the vase before it fell. Danielle looked at him. “Fast reflexes. Are you security?” “Brand strategy.” “That was my second guess.” Jasmine introduced him as someone from marketing.
Jun Woo offered to help carry Danielle’s equipment upstairs. “I can manage,” Danielle said. One camera bag slid off her shoulder and landed on his shoe. She smiled. “I was testing your commitment.” In the elevator, Danielle asked whether the hotel had a rooftop view suitable for a night shoot. Jun Woo said he could arrange access.
“You must be very powerful in marketing.” “I have a key card and a confident walk. It solves most problems.” Across the lobby, Tae-young watched Jun Woo escort her away. Jasmine nudged him. “Your marketing friend likes my friend.” “He likes attention, mirrors, and hearing his own ideas repeated back to him. So, yes.
” Tae-young glanced at Jasmine, who was still holding the stuffed tiger beneath one arm. “Perhaps,” he said. “He is expanding his interests.” Chairman Seo Dong-chul discovered the situation at breakfast when Mrs. Kim placed the morning schedule beside his tea and quietly mentioned that Tae-young had canceled two executive lunches to drive Miss Read around Seoul.
The chairman lowered his newspaper. “Canceled?” “Rescheduled.” “That is corporate language for canceled while wearing a tie.” Jun Woo entered and volunteered the entire story before anyone asked. By the time he described the suitcase wheel, Chairman Seo was laughing so hard Mrs. Kim removed his tea for safety. Tae-young arrived midway through the laughter.
“Nobody corrects her,” the chairman announced. “Grandfather, I have watched you discuss hotel occupancy for 12 years. This is the first plot development. Tae-yang sat down. It ends at the summit. Chairman Seo nodded seriously. Of course. Until then, your family supports your transportation career. Mrs. Kim turned away to hide a smile. That night, Jasmine stood alone on the ballroom stage practicing her keynote speech to rows of empty chairs.
Tae-yang waited near the sound desk, still pretending he had merely finished a driving shift. “I hate empty rooms,” she said. “They judge silently. At least people cough.” “Imagine the chairs disagree with you.” “That is not helpful.” He moved to the front row. Jasmine began again, speaking about hospitality as the art of noticing what people need before they ask.
Halfway through, a spotlight snapped on and followed Tae-yang when he shifted seats. Jasmine stopped. Mrs. Kim’s stalker light survived. Tae-yang moved left. The beam followed. He moved right. It followed again. Jasmine raised the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one extremely illuminated chauffeur.
” For the first time, Tae-yang laughed openly. The sound echoed through the ballroom, warm and unguarded. Jasmine forgot her next line. He looked up. “You were saying?” She glanced at her notes. “Something intelligent. You ruined it.” After rehearsal, they sat on the edge of the stage eating convenience store sandwiches because the kitchen had closed.
Jasmine peeled the label from her bottle while Tae-yang asked why she had chosen hospitality consulting. She told him about her first job at a small airport hotel. The manager had ignored guests unless they looked wealthy, but the night porter remembered names, carried medicine to sick travelers, and kept toys behind the desk for tired children.
“He taught me that the people nobody notices often hold the whole place together,” she said. Good work should matter even when nobody important is watching. Tae-yang looked out at the empty ballroom. People always noticed his title first. They stood when he entered, laughed carefully, and agreed before he finished speaking.
Jasmine believed he spent his days opening car doors, yet she thanked him, fed him, argued with him, and asked whether he was tired. “What?” she asked, catching him staring. “Nothing.” That was a very long nothing. Before he could answer, Jun-woo entered with Danielle, both carrying photography equipment.
A silver reflector was clipped around Jun-woo’s shoulders like an oversized bib. Jasmine burst out laughing. “Powerful marketing executive?” Danielle adjusted the reflector. “Tonight he is a human moon.” Jun-woo pointed at Tae-yang. “At least my temporary career has better lighting.” Tae-yang stood and offered Jasmine his hand to help her down from the stage.
She took it. “See you tomorrow, chauffeur.” His fingers tightened gently around hers before letting go. “Tomorrow,” he said. Behind them, Chairman Seo watched from the ballroom doorway, having come to inspect the summit preparations. He looked at Mrs. Kim and whispered, “Nobody tells her.” Mrs. Kim sighed.
“You already issued that order at breakfast.” “Good. Orders deserve repetition.” The morning of the Seo Grand Hospitality Innovation Summit began with Jasmine discovering that her badge said Jasmine Reef. She held it up at registration. “I sound like a snorkeling destination.” Mrs. Kim examined it. “I will have it corrected. Keep it.
Reef has mystery.” Across the lobby, Tae-yang stood with Chairman Seo and several executives, listening to a briefing while watching Jasmine rehearse beneath her breath. Every few seconds she tapped the stuffed tiger from Ixeon Dong against her notes like a tiny motivational coach. Jun-woo leaned toward him.
“You have 10 minutes to tell her.” “I know.” “You said that yesterday.” “I knew it yesterday, too.” Danielle arrived with her camera and caught Jan Woo wearing an event headset. “So, marketing lets you give orders now?” “Only to people who enjoy ignoring me.” A technician hurried over and bowed. “Vice President CEO, the media room is ready.” Danielle lowered her camera.
“Vice President of what?” Before Jan Woo could answer, the ballroom doors opened. Jasmine waved Tae-young over. “My speech is in 12 minutes. Tell me something calming.” “Jasmine, there is something I need to explain.” A coordinator seized her elbow. “Ms. Reef, stage entrance.” She was pulled away pointing at her badge.
“See? Mystery.” The ballroom held hotel owners, journalists, investors, and enough dark suits to resemble a highly organized eclipse. Jasmine stood backstage breathing slowly. Tae-young watched from the opposite wing. Her keynote began smoothly until the teleprompter froze on human connection. Jasmine stared at it.
“The machine has decided my point is complete.” The audience laughed. She continued without notes, speaking about the night porter who taught her that service meant noticing people before they had to ask. By the end, the entire room leaned toward her. She stepped backstage to loud applause. “I survived,” she whispered to Tae-young.
“Say something chauffeur-like. Maybe, the car is ready.” The host returned to the microphone. “Please welcome the President and Chief Executive Officer of SEO Grand Hotels, Mr. Seo Tae-young.” Everyone stood. Jasmine looked toward the stage, then at Tae-young, as though another Seo Tae-young might appear and rescue the situation.
He removed his event pass. Beneath his name were the words Chief Executive Officer. Her face went still. “No.” “Jasmine.” The applause continued. She stepped back. “Go.” “Several hundred people are waiting for their chauffeur. Tae-young completed his remarks in 7 minutes instead of 20. Junwoo later described the speech as efficient enough to frighten punctuation.
By the time Tae-young reached the corridor, Jasmine was gone. Danielle stood near the elevators holding Jasmine’s corrected badge. “Jasmine Reef has left the building,” she said. “Where did she go?” She did not share that with the vice president’s cousin’s billionaire cousin. Junwoo arrived. Danielle turned on him.
“And you? Marketing?” “I do work in marketing.” “You are the vice president.” “Marketing has levels.” “So does a parking garage.” “That does not make deception a vehicle.” The elevator closed on her. Tae-young called Jasmine. Her phone rang from a chair beside the ballroom. She had left it beneath her notes. Mrs.
Kim approached with the stuffed tiger. Chairman Seo followed no longer amused. “I told everyone not to correct her.” “I did not tell you to wait until a ballroom did it for you.” Through the glass doors, the sedan waited at the curb. For 4 days, Jasmine had filled every drive with questions, food wrappers, and arguments with the navigation.
Now the silence seemed larger than the car. Mrs. Kim handed him Jasmine’s phone. “Her room key was used 3 minutes ago.” Tae-young took the tiger and headed toward the elevator. Junwoo glanced at the toy. “Are you taking that to apologize?” “She won it.” “You won it.” “Then it has witnessed enough dishonesty from both of us.” Jasmine opened her hotel room door and found the stuffed tiger sitting alone on the carpet.
A folded note rested between its paws. “I am sorry.” The tiger refused to knock. She stared down the hall. Tae-young stood by the elevator with no jacket, no entourage, and no useful place to hide. “You sent a stuffed animal to negotiate?” “It volunteered.” “It has your handwriting. The tiger delegates. Jasmine almost smiled, caught herself, and folded her arms.
Tae-young came closer. I should have told you at the airport. Yes. Then at the hotel. Also yes. Then every hour after that. Strong start. You have identified time. He accepted the hit. Was I entertainment for your family? She asked. No. Chairman Seo knew. He ordered everyone not to tell you. That is not improving the story.
I know. She closed the door behind her. I need air, and before you offer the car, I am currently against transportation. They walked to the Han River in silence. Tae-young stayed half a step behind, which made him look considerate at a very inconvenient time. At the river, they sat on a wooden bench.
The left side dipped sharply. Jasmine grabbed the armrest while Tae-young caught the tiger. She stared at the bench. Even the furniture has chosen a side. They moved. You asked why I did not tell you, he said. Everyone I meet already knows who I am. They prepare before I enter, study what I like, and laugh when they think I expect it.
Jasmine watched cyclists pass. You handed me a broken suitcase, he continued. You complained about my driving. You gave me a flattened granola bar. It was structurally challenged. You asked whether I had eaten. Nobody asks me that unless they are holding a schedule. Her anger softened but remained. So, you kept lying because being ordinary felt nice.
I delayed because I knew the moment I told you, everything would change. It changed anyway. Yes, and I made sure it changed badly. A delivery cyclist stopped nearby, looked at Tae-young, then at the tiger, and asked whether they were waiting for a children’s party. No, Jasmine said. Corporate accountability.
>> He nodded and rode away. Tae-young did not ask her to forgive him. >> That helped. I never laughed at you, he said. >> I know. I laughed because I liked you. >> That sentence needs repair. >> I like the way you spoke to me. I like that you assumed my silence meant I was bad at conversation, not powerful. >> You are bad at conversation.
>> I have received similar feedback. >> She looked at him. Why did you give me your private number? >> Because I wanted you to call. >> You left an executive meeting because I insulted porridge. >> It was repetitive. >> Your directors probably think breakfast is national security. They have learned not to speculate. A laugh escaped her.
Tae-young’s shoulders loosened. This does not mean everything is fine, Jasmine warned. >> I understand. No more hidden titles. No family conspiracies. >> I cannot control my grandfather, but I can issue a strongly worded objection. And no pretending to be my chauffeur. >> Tae-young considered it. What if you need a ride? >> I will use the hotel driver.
He has a flat tire. Still, he may be avoiding us. >> She laughed properly this time and stood. Will you return to the summit dinner? >> he asked. I have a panel. >> Also, Danielle packed one dress and three camera lenses, so somebody must be practical. >> May I walk you back? >> You may walk beside me. Half a step behind looks guilty.
He moved level with her. After a moment, Jasmine said, “For the record, you were a decent chauffeur.” >> Decent? >> You ignored the navigation lady. >> She was hostile. >> And your parking was suspiciously confident. >> Tae-young glanced at her. Is that forgiveness? >> It is a performance review. Do not rush the paperwork.
Danielle waited until the summit’s final panel ended before cornering Junwoo in the media room. She opened a hotel brochure to the executive team. Junwoo stood beside Taeyang beneath the title Vice President, Brand Strategy. She tapped his photograph. Explain this man. Junwoo leaned closer. Good posture, slightly overconfident. CEO Junwoo, I was building toward the identity you let me make you.
Hold a reflector for 40 minutes. You said the light was uneven. You fetched extension cords. I contain multitudes. Danielle tried to stay angry, but remembering Junwoo trapped beneath the silver reflector while tourists photographed him ruined her concentration. You and your cousin both do this? Taeyang wanted normal conversation.
I wanted to see whether you would keep insulting my campaign ideas. They deserved it. That slogan had three commas and no verb. Junwoo placed a hand over his heart. You attacked it before learning I had authority. I would attack it more respectfully now. Does that mean you forgive me? It means your title will not protect bad grammar.
That is the most romantic thing anyone has said to me. That evening, Chairman Seo invited all four to the family mansion. Jasmine paused before a table set with several spoons at every place. Chairman Seo noticed. Half are decorative. Even I do not know which half. Mrs. Kim quietly removed two.
The chairman apologized to Jasmine. I encouraged the misunderstanding because Taeyang looked happy. That was selfish. It was, Jasmine said. Chairman Seo smiled. Good. Everyone here usually says I understand, Chairman. It is exhausting being understood before I finish speaking. Jasmine accepted his apology, then warned that future family conspiracies required written consent.
Junwoo raised his hand. Does a group chat count? No, Jasmine and Danielle answered together. During dinner, Junwoo tried to serve Danielle and dropped a potato into her water glass. It sank with grave dignity. He stared at it. That was not the destination. Danielle lifted the glass. Your brand strategy remains unclear. Across the table, Tae-young moved the bread basket closer to Jasmine before she asked.
She noticed. Chairman Seo noticed her noticing. Mrs. Kim noticed everyone and poured more water like a woman supervising slow fireworks. After dinner, they walked through the garden beneath warm lights. Junwoo and Danielle drifted ahead arguing over whether his potato incident qualified as performance art. It had a narrative, Junwoo insisted.
It had starch. Tae-young and Jasmine stopped near a stone fountain. I liked being your chauffeur, he told her. You liked ignoring your calendar. I liked every morning because you called with a crisis nobody else considered a crisis. The porridge was hostile. I believe you. He turned toward her. The happiest part was being with you when you thought I had nothing to offer except my time.
You also offered a car. It belonged to the company. So, your time was the only personal contribution. That sounds less impressive when you audit it. It is still worth something. From ahead came Danielle’s voice. We can still see you. Junwoo answered. Stop helping. Tae-young stepped closer. May I kiss you? Jasmine glanced toward the bushes.
Is your grandfather hiding nearby? A branch moved. Chairman Seo’s voice came from behind it. No. Mrs. Kim appeared, took him by the arm, and steered him away. Jasmine looked back at Tae-yang. Your family requires supervision. So does your suitcase. The suitcase has been repaired. Then I am the remaining problem.
She rested a hand against his chest. You are showing improvement. Tae Yang kissed her beneath the garden lights. Farther down the path, Danielle whispered, “Do not say anything.” >> [clears throat] >> Jun-woo sighed. “I was going to applaud.” “That is why you need management.” One week later, Jasmine’s consulting visit came to an end.
Her repaired suitcase stood in the hotel lobby with four working wheels and the smug stability of something that had completed therapy. Mrs. Kim inspected it. “It appears trustworthy.” “Do not praise it too early.” “It enjoys attention.” Danielle was staying in Seoul for another month to photograph the hotel’s campaign.
Jun-woo had volunteered to coordinate the shoot, a decision she called professionally questionable but visually convenient. Tae Yang arrived without a briefcase. Jasmine looked behind him. “Where is the executive parade?” “I dismissed it.” “Can you dismiss executives?” “I can reschedule them.” while wearing a tie. Chairman Seo entered with a takeout bag.
“Breakfast for the road.” “Airport food encourages regret.” He handed it to Jasmine, then hugged her. “You will come back,” he said. That sounded less like hope and more like a bored decision. “My hopes have structure.” Jun-woo took her suitcase, rolled it 2 m, and the handle collapsed. Everyone looked at him.
He raised both hands. “I touched nothing important.” Tae Yang drove Jasmine to Incheon Airport himself. This time she sat in front. The navigation announced a turn. Tae Yang followed it. Jasmine looked at him. “Growth.” “I have learned to respect authority.” “The navigation lady broke you.” “She was persistent.” They talked until the airport signs appeared.
Then both became interested in the road. At departures, Tae Yang parked but did not turn off the engine. Jasmine held the suitcase handle. So, this is officially my chauffeur’s last ride. You finally promoted me to official. You completed probation. Was there paperwork? I lost it near the Romantic Dumplings.
He opened her door, but neither moved. I do not want you to leave, he said. I do not want to pretend one week solves distance, work, or your grandfather behaving like he owns my ticket. He probably does. I checked. He upgraded it. Tae-young closed his eyes. I will speak to him. Do not. The seat reclines flat.
They laughed. He kissed her beside the sedan while travelers passed. No one announced his title. It was only Tae-young and Jasmine, exactly as she had first believed. Jasmine reached security when Mrs. Kim called. Please do not tell me my suitcase lost another wheel. The suitcase is not employed by SEO Grand Hotels, Mrs. Kim said.
You may be. The board had approved a global director of guest experience position after Jasmine’s summit presentation. Her award, consulting work, and hotel proposal had been reviewed before anyone knew about her relationship with Tae-young. The offer is yours. New York would remain your base for 6 months with regular projects in Seoul.
Jasmine looked through the glass toward the curb. Tae-young still stood beside the sedan watching the terminal doors. Did he arrange this? No. Mr. SEO removed himself from the discussion. Chairman SEO attempted to join it and was removed by me. Jasmine smiled. I accept. She hurried back through the terminal pulling the suitcase behind her.
All four wheels stayed attached, a blessing too specific to ignore. Tae-young saw her. What happened? I got a job. You accepted? New York for 6 months. Seoul often. No special treatment. Agreed. During work hours, you are the CEO. She handed him the suitcase handle. Outside work, you can help with this. So, I am still your chauffeur? Occasionally.
Benefits depend on performance. A horn sounded. Junwoo and Danielle had pulled up behind them with Chairman Seo waving from the backseat despite nobody remembering inviting him. Junwoo lowered the window. Should we hire an actual driver? Danielle looked at Taeyang holding the suitcase. Why? This one has experience. Jasmine slipped her hand into Taeyang’s.
Together, they walked toward the cars while Chairman Seo reorganized everyone’s seating and Mrs. Kim reminded him that the sedan had a legal capacity. The last ride became the first of many.