Seoulmates (Seoul #2) Read Online Jen Frederick

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Seoul Series by Jen Frederick
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Seoulmates (Seoul #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Jen Frederick

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
0593100166 (ISBN13: 9780593100165)
Book Information:

A woman fights to be with the one she loves while coming to terms with her identity in this romantic drama by USA Today bestselling author Jen Frederick.

Hara Wilson has finally discovered her roots, but the challenges she must face could destroy the love she has found.
Books in Series:

Seoul Series by Jen Frederick

Books by Author:

Jen Frederick



CHAPTER ONE

“Lunchtime,” Bujang-nim, my boss, announces with a clap of his hands. “If you work too hard, you won’t be productive this afternoon. Go on. Go on.” He gestures for us to move.

Bujang-nim isn’t his name. It’s Park Hyunwoo, but everyone refers to him as Bujang-nim. It signifies his leadership role, and Koreans are about class, station, and seniority above all else.

The three of us, the only women on Bujang-nim’s international marketing team, stare at him for a long, silent moment. When I was installed in this department, I was relieved to see two women and had immediate fantasies that Chaeyoung, Soyou, and I would be great friends. Ovary solidarity or something like that. I was wrong. Chaeyoung is unwelcoming and Soyou is outright hostile.

Soyou glares at me as if I made up the concept of lunch to annoy her, while Chaeyoung worries one of the three thin necklaces strung around her neck, the diamond-studded interlocking Cs catching in the bright fluorescents overhead.

The men in the department went to eat an hour ago. It’ll be another hour before they return. Chaeyoung and Soyou generally do not eat lunch. I’m not sure if it’s because they’re dieting or because their workload is so immense. Everyone here seems to be on a perpetual diet, probably because every social activity revolves around food.

When I first started working in this department six weeks ago, I opted to work through lunch, too. I wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn’t a worthless addition given a job because my mother is the CEO. I mean . . . yes, my mother is the CEO, but I’m a hard worker. Back home in Iowa, I never had any complaints about my work product or my work ethic. Here in Korea, at the IF Group, on the seventh floor, it’s different.

No one is more keenly aware of my position as the daughter of the CEO than ambitious Soyou. As the silence stretches from awkward to uncomfortable, she pastes on a polite smile and rises. Bowing slightly to Bujang-nim, she grabs her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk, surreptitiously kicks Chaeyoung’s chair, and then starts toward the elevators. Eating lunch with me is not on her list of pleasant things to do, but she’s smart and savvy, which means when the boss says to go to lunch, she’s going to lunch, even if it means eating with the devil.

“Come on, Chaeyoung-ie,” she says, and after a pause, “and Choi Hara-nim.”

I don’t think I’m as low as the devil in Soyou’s mind, but who knows? Calmly, I get my purse and follow the two to the elevator. I could have declined. I can do anything here. Bujang-nim would shine my shoes if I asked it, which is precisely why Soyou hates me, and that’s why I can’t be mad. I can be hurt and frustrated and annoyed, but I can’t be mad. I don’t deserve this job, the deference Bujang-nim pays me, or the energy drinks the resident ass-kisser, Yoo Minkyu, places next to my monitor every couple of days.

I should decline because a lunch with the three of us is bound to be miserable, like three women who meet after finding out they’ve all been dating the same man. I guess the situation is not all that dissimilar. We crave the approval of Choi Wansu, and the other two resent that I have the inside track, what with her being my mother.

If I’m the demon, Choi Wansu is my opposite. To most of the women in this company, she’s a savior. The IF Group is an anomaly among Korean companies. They don’t always hire people from the three biggest universities, known as SKY—Seoul, Korea University, Yonsei. Hell, they don’t always require a college education. All they care about is results. Can you do the work you’re hired to do? If so, here’s your badge and your desk. Go to work.

In this achievement- and effort-based corporate environment, I stand out in an ugly way, given a job solely because of my connections, without proper qualifications or education or experience.

In the elevator car, Soyou launches into some topic that I only partially understand because it’s all in Korean and Soyou speaks very fast. Chaeyoung slips the double C pendant up to her mouth and listens intently.

I catch a few words about drinking and a man and a bastard. The smaller woman nods, offering nothing but support. They’re good friends and their strengths and weaknesses overlap. Chaeyoung sometimes struggles at work. She’s clever and witty but often forgetful. Soyou keeps the other woman on track, leaving sticky-note reminders or collecting the woman’s phone when she’s left it in the bathroom or on a conference room table.

Chaeyoung repays her by springing for lunch and snacks, footing the taxi bill, leaving small gifts, offloading things like designer jewelry in a nonchalant manner so as not to make Soyou feel small. She would not be able to afford even one of Chaeyoung’s necklaces.


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