CHAPTER 2 - Marble walls and ivory tables
552 Words
"Young master, your dinner is ready."
A butler at his mid-50's knocked gently on the polished oak door oh his young master's room.
"Wait a sec," the voice from behind the door responded. Indistinct clatter can be heard. "I'm trying to figure out how to do this s-- I mean this thimg." Edward Kwon, the heir of Kwon family. 25 years old. Tall, handsome, intelligent, a gentleman. He's indeed a perfect man.
"But the master wants you to be downstairs at once. You and Master Kwon have a meeting today," the butler insisted. He scoffed, "Are you planning on doing something ridiculous, young master? Please do not try, or both of us will be in trouble."
Edward just laughed. "I got you, Marco. If something ridiculous happens today, I'll take responsibility for that." He swung around the room, looking for his leather shoes to finish his look. He looks muscular and sleek in his gray tuxedo. "Why do I have to attend those boring meetings?" He spotted his shoe underneath the bed. "Found it!"
He twisted the door knob, revealing the butler who patiently waited for him outside his door. "Good morning, young master," the butler greeted, bowing before him. SInce Edward was a kid, Marco has been on his side. Thus, there is a bond between them like an uncle and nephew.
"Marco, it's only the two of us. You don't have to bow. It's..It's kind of--"
"Annoying? For twenty years being here to serve you, aren't you still used to it?"
Edward blew a raspberry. "No, it's not like that. It's just that, I'm not someone so noble to be bowed before every time you see me."
"I Insist. It's part of my job," the butler motioned him to walk downstairs.
He just walked downstairs, only to be met by his father who is currently enjoying his usual cup of morning tea in the grand living room. The walls are made of marble. The center table is made of ivory, lined with gold. In the ceiling hangs an enormous and elegant chandelier that surely costs a huge amount of money.
"Good morning father," he stood before the old Kwon and bowed.
The father did not cared to glance at his son and proceed reading the newspaper in his hamd. "You're late."
He didn't said a word. The older motioned him to sit.
"We're going to meet the foreign investors of our company today. I want to introduce you to them since you are the heir, someday you'll be taking over me to manage the company."
The younger looked down his leather shoes. "As usual," he said to himself.
The older placed his newspaper on the table, and finally sipping the last from his tea cup. Another butler came to the room carrying the attache case, of which Edward knew contains papers and documemts. Also, the personal belongings his father needs at work and his medication. He stood up, following his father, A servant opened the door for them. A driver clad in black awaits for them. It opened the door for them to enter the vehicle.
"Another day of pretending I know things about this complicated world," Edward sighed.
Although he has everything that a lot of people dreams of, he still wishes something more that these fancy things.
Freedom.
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