12 The Truth

I step inside the food chain and order some hot coffee and some breakfast food. After a few minutes, the crew hands my food to me. I walk to the diner table and place my meal at the table and sit down. I begin to nibble my pancakes and sip my coffee. Suddenly, I hear my phone ringing so I get it inside the purse. I look at the screen and its Yoongi. 

"It's Yoonie," I mutter.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" He asks on the other line.

"I'm at Wall Street having some breakfast. Why?" 

"It's almost 9 in the morning, you know we have a meeting with the boss so you need to get back here as soon as possible so you could be ready. " He scolds me on the other line.

"Okay, I'll finish my food then I'll be back to our hotel, " I mutter and hang up the phone. Afterward, I walk back to my hotel room and get ready. 

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Yoongi and I wander inside the company building which it says, Min Empire. As far as I know, the owner of this company is Korean yet, I don't infer why I'm here with Yoongi. As we entered the boss's office, I felt anxious but I don't know why I was feeling this. It's like a train that hit my stomach that could make me retch. 

"Are you okay?" He asks me as I respond to him with a nod when I couldn't find any words through my mouth.

"I know you are very nervous since I didn't tell you why we were here. The boss wants to tell what it is about."

"I understand, it was just that I have a feeling that it has something about me that's why I'm here with you. I'm here with this enormous and luxurious office." I say while pointing at the paintings on the wall. 

The office is very enormous. It's the size of my apartment in Minnesota, all the furniture is a wooden style that has crafted flowers that are well designed by the famous designer which is very smart. The paintings are very unique, obviously coming from the auction that only rich people could have an invitation to the auction and I have the intuition that every painting is about $50,000 up to $500,000 or higher in amount. 

"I know that look, Mia. You are placing the amount of everything in the office." He utters while leaning on the backrest of the chair. 

"Well yes, I am. Every furniture inside this office was from the auction and it was around $50,000 to $500,000. But this chair and tables are well designed by the famous furniture designer. " I say while rubbing my chin and wrinkling my eyes. 

"Yes, you are right, Amiadainne, the paintings are from the auction that I donated in the orphanage, and most of the furniture is designed by my brother." A man speaks behind us. I take a glimpse to know who it is and he's around the late '40s and had a sharp jawline and eyes like Yoongi. In general, he's a very good looking man.

"Dad," Yoongi says as he shakes his hand to the man. He smiles widely when seeing us. 

"Dad? Your last name is Scott. H-how?" I asked Yoongi. 

"I used my mother's last name since I was a kid so no one knows that I'm a son of a rich ass man like my dad and the last name Min was not classy so I used Scott for the rest of my life." He explains while bickering at his father, who's laughing at him. 

"Ungrateful son!" Says his father. Yoongi just stuck his tongue to his father. 

'He has a cool father.' 

"Anyways, You must be the daughter of Amelia Scott." He said with a smile. 

"H-How did you know my mother?" I ask him—astonished. 

"Let's have a seat and wait for the other person that will be here in a minute." He utters as he sits in front of me. I tap my feet to loosen up while waiting for the other person. 

"So Amiadainne, how's your shop?" He asks. 

"Just call me Mia, Sir. The shop was great. My team and I work so hard to make it successful." I mumble.

"How are you, Yoongi? You didn't even contact me since I gave you the ticket." He scoffs on his father while crossing his arms.

"You choose the flight at 3 in the morning and you know how it affects my skin if I don't have enough sleep. You also tell the airlines to reject my request. You are unbelievable, Dad." He says as his father laughs at him. I laugh at Yoongi's action. 

The minute has passed, my heart thumps when hearing a knock on the door. Mr. Min hurriedly strolls to the door and when he opens the door, my hands cover my mouth as I gasped. 

"Mom? W-wha—" I stutter as I stand up. 

"H-how? W-what is happening? Yoonie?" I look at Yoongi, who's very stunned.

"Dad, you told me that you will introduce some investors, that's why I didn't tell Mia so it could be a surprise but..." He says to his father. My mother walks in my direction as she holds my hands while smiling.

"Mom, are you and Mr. Min perhaps having a relationship?" I ask her and she nods.

"When did it happen? Why didn't I notice it?" I ask her. 

"We were in a relationship, last 6 months ago and we kept this in secret since we don't know how you will react. Are you mad at me?" She asks in a hesitant voice. I smile at her and hug her.

"Why would I be mad if seeing you happy makes me delightful? Your happiness is mine too and that's what it's matter." I say. I smile at Mr. Min, who's striving to stop his tears. I loosen the embrace so I could hug Mr. Min. 

"Thank you for making my mom happy. But if you hurt my mother, I won't hesitate to strangle you to death. " I say as I pointing at Mr. Min, threatening him. He smiles and nods

"I will and thank you for accepting us, Mia." 

"Okay let's stop this drama. Mia, welcome to the family!" I smile and jump to Yoongi to hug him tightly.

"You know about this," I whisper to him as my hand smacks his back. 

"Of course, I was just acting being shocked. Soon you will be a Min." He says as he chuckles. I push him slightly away from me. 

"I'll be keeping my last name, Scott," I say as they laugh at my statement.