I Am

"Hi, I'm Lee Yeol. What's your name?" The big-eyed guy whose voice was a notch too low for his boyish appearance greeted in a bubbly way.

His name had been Lee Yeol and she had never forgotten it since that day of introductory.

Lee Yeol.

Holding herself together on the threat of her daze, Yeona gripped Sian's hand. If her legs weren't wobbly her mind was skittering off, leaving her behind.

"Welcome," Yeona greeted. She scurried off right after as if dumped with an urgent need for the bathroom. Inside the safe of her office she plopped into her chair, stared off into space with a bottle of water clutched between her fingers. She'd meant to down it but had somehow forgotten.

Lee Yeol had been her boyfriend of 5 years. They fought intensely sometimes but they weren't the kind of on and off couple. He loved her intensely for reasons she couldn't understand, but he loved her. Yeol had been a big, warm blanket to her. A stone that boosted her up whenever she was down. And whenever in pain, he was always to her aid. Her parents adored him, but she loved him more.

Fumbling for the necklace around her neck, she gripped the warm ring sitting against her collar. Since the day of Yeol's burial she had made the decision to stop wearing his ring. Yeona had spent a good portion of her money on the chain around her neck, had strung her ring around it so she would never lose his ring. She didn't keep his picture on her desk. Instead, it was with her in her wallet so that wherever she went, he went with her. It was at least reassuring she wouldn't be without him.

The phone rang and Yeona immediately picked it up. No matter how deep in thought she would fall, there was a job to keep. And, she reminded herself, Yeol had not come back to life so it was ok.

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Amused, Sian turned to watch Yeona walk away. Too bad her office was located in a separate corridor or else he would have suggested walking in together. Heading off to work he settled down at his desk. Clients were starting to come in. His senior co-workers had already professionally pulled out files and papers, were up and greeting their clients with handshakes and offering coffee or water. Soon, Sian expected to learn his own marketing skills to recruit new clients. Today he would just be putting papers together and then tomorrow, he'd be on his own. Highly motivated and excited, he turned on his computer.

At lunch, he clocked out early and headed out for lunch with a bunch of other new hires. He had already gotten acquainted with several of them and planned on meeting up with them during the weekend. When they walked back in his eyes surveyed the wide lobby where in the corner an artificial plant was stuffed into the empty space awkwardly. Matching furniture was set around a small table by the floor-to-ceiling window. Beyond that stood a coffee bar. At the opposite end of the building was a cafeteria for employees and visitors. This afternoon Kim Yeona was sitting alone at the coffee bar. It looked like she was reading, he couldn't be sure.

Cutting off his newly employed friend, Hyuk Seok, Sian said, "I have something to do. Why don't you go up without me?" Stepping away from the lanky male, Sian headed toward the Team Leader who interested him. He hadn't yet found out whether she disliked him or not. She was…very quizzical.

Pulling the steel chair opposite her out he sat down. Glancing at her iced coffee he asked, "Is that your lunch?"

She glanced up abruptly then appeared offended by his presence. Clutching onto her book so that he wouldn't be able to see what she was reading, she pulled it closer to the edge of the table. "I didn't invite you to sit down."

"The chair was unoccupied, so I thought why not," he said. "Have you eaten?"

"Your lunch time is up, you should clock in," she said.

"I should still be ok." He glanced at his watch. Looking back at her, "So, you didn't eat yet?"

Her phone came to life and he spotted a text. Acting as if he weren't there, she stuffed her book into her bag and grabbed her phone. Getting up to her feet she hurried past. Twisting around in his chair he watched her scurry out the doors.

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A flock of birds was passing by overhead where the clouds hung like ornaments, unmoving. The fat sun was shining freely among the blanket of blue. Very much like her bouncing heart, it was hot and torturing. She didn't like that new guy. He disturbed her. There was too much of Yeol in him. Her Yeol…

"Yeona!" a voice called her out from down the street.

Yeona turned to see and elderly woman getting out of a cab that had just pulled up down the street since the area nearby was restricted for parking. Without haste, she hurried forward.

"Mother, I told you not to come," Yeona reached out for the elder woman's arms where a three-tier lunch box hung. She scolded gently, "I told you not to bring food."

"But you were so busy yesterday, you must've gotten home late. You probably didn't have time to pack lunch." Yeol's mother, Park Narae, was 60 years old. Unlike her parents who lived hours away, Yeol's mother resided in the same city, took care of her, treated her like a daughter. She had been the second person to arrive at the hospital on the night of Yeol's fatal accident. They shared the same grief and yesterday had both been at Yeol's graveyard.

"I'm fine, mother. We have a cafeteria right down stairs." Yeona reminded leading her back toward the company.

"Don't trust their food. You don't know what they do to it," she warned which had Yeona scoffing.

After discovering an empty table, they sat down and she let Yeol's mother unpack her lunch. There was plenty of fruit, rice, meat, and veggies.

"It's delicious, mother," Yeona complimented. "I'm sorry I haven't had time to come by. How's father doing?"

"He's the same old fart," she shook her head. "If it's not work, he's in the yard fixing who knows what. We already have all the tables, shelves, racks, and counters in the house we need. That old man is too obsessed with refinishing old products."

"At least he enjoys something."

"That is if he doesn't get hurt," she smiled.

"Has Mina come by?" Yeona wondered.

"Oh, that girl," the woman muttered with disapproval, "who knows where she's been. If she's not at her dorm, who knows where."

Park Mina, Yeol's younger sister, was a free spirit, a hardhead, very opinionated woman who claimed she wanted to be an idol not a regular college student. Sometimes she could be found on campus or in class studying for an upcoming quiz. Other times, she was dancing with her squad. No one really knows where she was.

"She'll come around," Yeona assured.

"I can only hope so," Narae sighed. "If only she was level-headed like Yeol then I wouldn't worry."

"He was smart," Yeona smiled and in so many ways he'd had her wrapped around his finger.

Yeona finished lunch and headed back to her office. On the way down the hall she couldn't help but pause and stare into the advising department where hushed voices mixed into the air along with the tapping of keyboards and shuffling of paper. Somewhere a fax machine beeped signaling an incoming message. Her hand reached up for her necklace.

What was she even doing there? And looking for whom?

Turning away she hurried off. Minutes later she discovered a stack of papers on her desk and Manager Go walked in apologizing, "Manager Lee had to leave early. His wife is in labor, so he won't be able to give out the lecture to the new hires. He asked if you could do it."

"W…what?" Yeona stammered.

The lecture about marketing had all been pieced together by Manager Lee's secretary and she had nothing to do with the project for the new hires. Suddenly, her mind shrieked. She wanted nothing to do with the new hires. She didn't want to face Yeol's double, Sian. The thought of him brought back the image of him this morning and in a mere second, the image collided with Yeol introducing himself to her.

She was going to get sick.

"You remember having one when you started, don't you?" Manager Go asked. "Wow, time has gone by so fast that now you're the one giving the presentation." He reminisced proudly as if Yeona had already given her word.

"I've never given a presentation before," Yeona tried to reason her way out. "I was told I wouldn't have to worry about public speaking."

"Don't be silly," Manager Go kindly nudged her, "this can't be considered public speaking. It won't be that difficult. Manager Lee says there's an outline you can read from."

"I've still got a lot of work to do," Yeona tried.

"It won't take that long," Manager Go obviously didn't get it. The elder man glanced at his watch, "I'll gather the new hires into the conference room. You have five minutes."

Yeona opened her mouth to speak but he was already out of earshot. She mumbled underneath her breath and picked up the stapled sheets of paper. Quickly browsing through them filled her with dread. This was obviously a good half hour presentation. Damn Manager Lee's wife for not being able to hold her baby in for another hour.

Gulping down half a bottle of water she strut down the hall, pausing before the two wide doors. The new 15 consultants were probably seated inside, waiting. Yeona was outside, dreading. She prayed Sian had somehow gone home sick, had somehow gotten food poisoning from lunch, or had somehow in some way separated from the group.

At the end of the U-shaped table, Sian was smacked right into the middle where his eyes would meet hers at the front. Her heart unknowingly raced as she turned away from spotting him and stiffly headed upfront. Manager Go had already pulled down the screen. The computer at the side was powered on, the presentation disc inserted, ready to go. But hell, Yeona was not ready to go. She was hot all the way down to her toes. It wasn't like she was seeing her crush for the first time. Dammit.

Controlling herself she watched Manager Go fumble with the computer before bringing up the presentation. Once it filled the white screen the elder man handed her a remote to control the computer and rushed off to dim the lights. Sucking in a breath, Yeona gripped onto the papers in her hand. She swore that even if she wasn't looking, she could feel his laser-like eyes on her. And why, she didn't want to know. She just knew that she didn't want to have a thing to do with this man. Han Sian.

Subconsciously, she felt for the ring around her neck. For the most part, Yeona succeeded in avoiding eye contact. In the middle of the presentation her eyes landed on his. Without meaning to, her words caught in her throat and her heart beat like a drum inside her ears. She was flushed, her mind a haze and her breathing – she didn't really know about her breathing. If this was not what it was like to start developing feelings for someone, she didn't know what it was. The only problem was that Yeona wasn't a first-timer in that area, so it was no use denying reality.

Gulping, she looked away and stuttered when she glanced down at the papers in hand. Sian was about to drive her mad. Concentrating again was a struggle. She only managed to quickly pick up where she left off before leaving the room as if she was on the run from the police.

In the sanctity of her closed office, she bit her thumbnail wondering if she'd made herself appear idiotic. Han Sian was not Lee Yeol she reminded herself. Whereas Yeol had been her boyfriend of 5 years and her husband, Sian was a mere stranger.

But why…why was he so much of Yeol?

This time, Yeona sucked in a shaky breath.

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Their team leader was a peculiar one. One glance at him and she seemed as if she'd seen something otherworldly. Was something on his face? Last Sian checked; he was as clean as a fly.

So when Kim Yeona rushed out of the conference room at the end of the presentation, he watched, again, observantly. Eyes stricken and feet moving too fast for her body to keep up with it almost looked like she was running from something. During the presentation, she had looked at a few others, too. Why was he the only one she seemed to be weirded out with?

He resumed work and once the number of bodies began diminishing, Sian clocked out. He was on the way to the elevators when he spotted Jung Hyerin, the lady who gave off the vibe that she didn't like her job.

"Where are you going?" Sian wondered noticing the stack of papers in her hand and an orange envelope.

"I was told to hand these to the Team Leader."

"Team Leader as in Team Leader Kim?" he wondered.

"Yea," she nodded blankly and confused about who he just mentioned. "That one young lady."

He grinned, "I know her. I can take those."

Hyerin's eyes shot down to the papers in hand then to him. "Are you sure? You've to wait for her to sign some documents then drop them off at a mailbox."

"No problem," he happily offered and held his hand out. Once he received the papers, he started down the hall and toward Yeona's office. The door was closed. He knocked and waited then knocked again. When no one answered, he grabbed the knob and twisted the door open.

If she was in, he decided he would drop off the papers on her desk and leave. A second later, he thought he might not leave…just yet.

It was a wonder why it was so silent, no tapping keyboards, no ringing phone. Kim Yeona was sound asleep in her chair. Quietly closing the door behind him he walked toward the desk and dropped into the visitor's chair. His eyes searched her empty desktop then to the walls where her diplomas hung to validate her profession. The room was quite small. A bookshelf would cramp it up. There wasn't even a window in the room he wondered how she made it through the day.

His eyes moved back to the Team Leader still asleep, unaware of him. Sian studied her through the silence. She did seem quite young, quite the young lady Hyerin had anointed her as. Obviously, she wasn't married since he didn't spot any picture of a significant other on her desk. Usually married people kept pictures of their loved ones with them at work. Kim Yeona had none. She must live with her family he supposed. She gave off the cite vibe.

Propping an elbow up onto the arm rest he rested his chin in his palm, watched and waited. Observing once again he thought Yeona didn't look the bit of a mean person. Then why did she act so cold around him?

Yeona's head drooped to the side. Sian almost rose afraid she would fall out of her chair but with another abrupt nod of the head, Yeona awoke. She yawned unaware of him and stretched her arms out with mouth still gaped open. She finally saw him midway through her loud sigh. Arms dropped and immediately straightened her brows furrowed; expression became stern.

"Oh right," he recalled and stood. "Papers." Coming to the side of her desk he settled the papers down and tapped them with a finger. "You need to sign them, so I can drop them off at a mailbox."

When he glanced at her Yeona immediately looked away. "No need. I'll do it. You can leave."

"But I was told to…"

"I said I'll do it," she stated more determinedly.

Awkward tension floated around them. Snatching the papers back Sian returned to the visitor's chair. "I'll help you go through them. Everybody left already. Even Manager Go went home."

"Take them to your desk. Someone will go through them in the morning," Yeona ordered.

"I was told you needed to."

"Anybody can sign those," Yeona aggressively spoke. "Manager Go can."

"Since you're staying behind though, it'll make more sense for you to. Right?" Sian asked.

"Then leave them and you can go," she told.

"I'll help so you can leave early," Sian prodded.

"Yeol!!" she raised her voice irritated and when her eyes landed on him, she immediately pursed her lips.

Sian stared at her lost and confused. Yeona's eyes skittered around the room before her best option became clearing her throat.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "You should leave."

Sian flipped through the papers then leaned forward to place them in front of you. "You need to sign this."

Quiet now, her eyes floated toward the document. Sian continued shuffling through the papers and leaned forward to place another document down beside the previous. "Sign this, too."

Biting her lower lip, Yeona finally snatched a pen and began scribbling her name down. Sian observed her once more but was unable to understand her.

"Kim Yeona?" he called her name, watched the pen come to a pause. "I can call you Yeona, right?"

Yeona began scribbling again, "I'd rather you not."

"Why?" he wondered. "Team Leader is just a title. It lacks the feel of friendship. It'll be weird going around calling you Team Leader like that's your name."

"We're not friends," Yeona stiffly stated.

"Why?" he leaned forward. "You don't like me?"

He noticed her jaw tighten before she looked up. Sian held her eyes and waited for an answer. In the next moment, Yeona looked away as if she'd seen something she shouldn't.

"I'm done, send them off," she shoved the documents toward him and rose to her feet. Pulling her jacket on she grabbed her bag then held the door open for him. He headed out but waited for her. Yeona locked her door, did a double take before turning to walk past him as if he weren't there. So, she was going to give him the cold shoulder again he thought as he wheeled around to follow her down the hall.

If there was one thing he'd learned, Kim Yeona was moody. Well, that was a step up from where he'd recently been. Good enough for today he supposed since it didn't look like she was up to sharing anymore of herself with him.

"I can call you Yeona, right?" he asked as they stepped into the elevator. "That makes us sound more friendly. I'm Sian, remember that."

Her eyes remained glued to the doors. When they opened to the parking lot below the building Yeona immediately walked away without so much as a goodbye, but unlike her cold demeanor Sian was jolly.

"Bye Yeona!" he called out after her. "Drive safe. I'll see you tomorrow!"