There was something incredibly relaxing about the warmth and scent of the office. Perhaps it was the fact that she had entirely gutted the office and had it redecorated to her liking, but she was more inclined to think it was the atmosphere of a place she was beginning to call a second home.
(Confidence was definitely something that Jungah did not lack.)
Jungah scoffed when Rhys declined a drink; she wasn’t a low-class criminal. Really, she didn’t think of herself as a criminal at all, but rather, a businesswoman. Usually, her definitions were loose. As far as Jungah was concerned, someone of her caliber would certainly not poison a thing. When the drink girl looked at her with an unsure expression (who would tell Junah no?), she simply nodded and smiled, doing her best to look unfazed. “Well, Seoul’s water isn’t always the best, so that’s understandable.” The drink girl nodded, reaching on the bottom shelf of the cart and setting a bottle of artisan water as well as a glass down in front of Rhys.
All the while, Minwoo hid his laugher behind his hand.
Still slightly perturbed, Jungah slid the folder across the coffee table over the Rhys. “Blueprints of what we’ll be building.” She sat straight, as usual, and reached for her drink as the woman with the drink cart dismissed herself from the room (only after being stopped by Minwoo for a drink—Jungah resisted the temptation to roll her eyes). “We had someone draw up plans for a garage, etcetera. Then, at the basement levels…” She waved her free hand as if she was trailing off on her train of thought. “Well, that’s for me.”
Elaboration wasn’t needed. At least, she hoped for her sake it wasn’t. It would be too bothersome to deal with, but she had a very nagging thought that he wouldn’t let it go.
“I own a few buildings in the area and the rest of the neighborhood are all very familiar with me, so I am sure they’d love your services upon my recommendation.” She took a sip of her drink, savoring the flavor before continuing on. “If anything, I’ll be sure to utilize your services.” Cue another classic Jungah smile and Minwoo coughing out some of his drink.
She was this close to asking Minwoo to wait outside.
That confidence of hers remained admirable. He wondered how strong it was.
Rhys smiled cutely --- well aware how off putting his comment was --- as the drink girl did her job and left the three of them alone once again. He sat forward and smoothly flattened his palm on the folder's top to keep it from sliding off the edge (whether it would've or not). She spoke as he prodded through it. Paper after paper. Followed by blueprints. Promises. Rhys barely listened, really, until the faint coughing made him lift his head up, and was met with Jungah's smile. Something about the curve of her lips didn't feel genuine.
He wondered how strong she was.
"This is some type of laundering, hm?" Rhys asked, though he didn't expect an answer. Slowly, his fingers closed the folder, but his eyes never left her. "You introduced yourself as Jungah. But these men call you Yoon." A small tilt of his head toward the door. "Is this project--" Rhys let his words trail off for a moment. He was still sitting forward, but now he took the folder in his hands. Patient as his eyes stared and stared-- "--for you or your family?"
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