Chapter 15

Tae Jun's pov

"what genre could that be?", Jin hyung said, his voice audible to only the 3 of us.

" a romance, tragedy or" - Lee Hyun paused and looked in my direction - "prehaps a thriller".

To say I was jealous was an under statement. I was so agitated.

How dare he made miss maple go all red. If only I could do that. Shit. What the hell is wrong with me.

Frustration probably. Seeing her in that white dress which made her look ethereal. Her locks flying all over her face dancing with the wind. Her small pale figure. Her red plum lips. Those big eyes and that smile. I could get butterflies even by thinking about them. And then seeing her with someone else just -

I ran my fingers through my hair.

" let's call it a day guys," the tour guide said. And we nodded. We followed her back to the car. Miss maple followed behind on a rather slower pace lost in thousands of thoughts. I could see clearly in those eyes. The confusion written with such pigmented ink. Then tension between her and her heart could be sensed from a mile away.

We drove in silence. "goodnight may, rest up good okay", issabell told her. "yeah goodnight", miss maple replied and headed inside her apartment.

**************************** time skip

Maples pov

"hello?"

"hi, is this Ms maple?", the strange manly voice inquiried.

"yes speaking", I said biting my lip in uncertainty.

"umm this is Mr kim, Ms Aria gave me your number so that I could speak to you regarding my sessions",

Everything falls into place, this is the guy boss was talking about!. The mysterious famous person.

Earlier that morning***********

Lying on my bed with heaps of documents, client information files and unfinished reports around me I finally felt Reality settle in. It was a daunting sight in deed. Finally I would have to go to work tomorrow and get distracted enough. I just wanted to get my head out all the love dilemma I was stranded in. Ms Aria called me on a Sunday which was very unlike her. She told me that she hated to bother me, and that there was this almost celebrity that needed my attention. He or she was extremely in need of counseling but could not receive it in his own country because of unwanted scandals. I guess they are pretty famous. Right now they are on tour, so they wanted to get the deed done in compete secrecy. I replied with an uncertain answer.

A celebrity?

I was both nervous and excited.

I sorted out emails, filled in reports and cheaked all these invitations I received from different schools and organizations for motivational talks. Of course I would love to do them but how on earth would I fit this in my schedule?!!. I have to figure something out.

I sipped my coffee, feeling all cozy in my pastel yellow knitted jumper with matching shorts. The setting sun's colors beautifully designed patterns on the mix of white professional envelopes that needed my attention.

I took in a big yawn hearing my ring tone, nky even bothering to spare a glance at the caller ID.

Continues ****

Why did she give her my number?. That is so unprofessional and wrong. It goes against the privacy policy or something along those lines.

"Right!", I said after a brief pause. Sitting up right on my bed, I grabbed a pencil and my diary, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

" as far as timing is concerned, I am free on Mondays and Thursdays from 2 to 4 pm and on Fridays from 6 to 8 pm. What do you say", I said. That's perfect. Short and sweet.

"great, that's.... Honestly I - thank you so much for doing this", he replied chuckling and I found myself smiling involuntarily as well.

"soo.. Can we see start tomorrow?", he asked. "that would be perfect", I replied trying my best to sound positive and professional In my pajamas.

"thank you so much doc, you have no idea what this means to me" he said.

Doc?. Alright Mr mysterious.

"glad I could help". With that we hung up.

Just the thought of helping mentally really has such a positive effect on you. The amount of eternal peace I get, whenever I help someone, just cannot be put into words. To be able to eliminate their weaknesses and give them something to look forward to in life. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Arranging the room, I dumped all my now arranged documents into their respective places, proceeding ahead to finding a suitable solution for my outfit for tomorrow.

After this weekend I was actually looking forward to going to work.

Next morning, I dressed myself up for work. Keeping it simple, I wore a Teel knitted knee length dress paired with white converse. Biting my toast, I put together my stuff in my purse. Issabell called, offering to give me a ride which I obviously accepted. Although I have a car of my own, rather enjoy getting driven to places. Over the years, issabell and I have come to many unsaid rules, and driving me to work after the weekend was one of those customs.

The chilly misty morning breeze blew past me as I made my way towards her car.

Seating my self, I gave her a big smile. " ughhh, I am sooooooooooo tireddd", she said closing her eyes and stretching her neck. "what do I always tell you?", I said.

"to never undermine the work I do", we both spoke in unison. "I know I know", she said, nodding starting the engine.

"How many patients do you have today? ", issabell asked, her eyes focused on the road.

"6"

"any new patients, or prehaps people I need to know about"

"there is this new guy I am expecting, he says he wants the sessions to be hidden, but I don't know I have a good feeling about him"

"aah, well... Don't let your guard down and do what you do best, k"

"hmmm"