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The next morning, Sang-Jin strolled into his sister's bedroom still in his pyjamas.
Sipping from a teacup and it's saucer, he asked: "Are you not having breakfast with us?"
"No, I am not."
Ji-Hye was sitting at her antique small bureau writing desk.
Sang-Jin set down his teacup and picked up a designer, orange leather top handle bag which was a gift from Enn-Ho. He began swinging it by the strap as he spoke with his sister.
"What are you writing?"
"A letter."
"A letter? To whom?"
"To Enn-Ho."
"Do people still write letters anymore, how vintage."
"Sang-Jin put my bag down," Ji-Hye cried.
Sang-Jin did as was told and picked up his teacup again.
"How much money did he spend on the bag?"
"Sang-Jin, leave me alone!"
Sang-Jin sat on his sister's bed.
"What are you writing in your letter?"
"Mind your business."
"I don't know how you and Enn-Ho find things to write when you talk on the phone all the time."
"Sang-Jin, would you please go away," Ji-Hye begged.
"Why?"
"Because Enn-Ho always complains that my letters are not long enough. And if you don't stop with your questions I am not going to get it done."
Sang-Jin ignored his sister's words and started eyeing a stash of old love letters.
"Are those his letters?"
"Yes."
"Can I read them?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Don't you understand privacy?"
Ji-Hye cried with frustration.
"Is his handwriting as handsome as his face?"
"Don't you have a book to write? Go away!"
"Why do you always not tell me the things I want to know?" Sang-Jin demanded.
"Because you are a nasty, ugly little brother."
"Oh, Ji-Hye, that is the nicest compliment. Now what have you written so far?"
Sang-Jin stood up and peeped over his sister's shoulder to see if he could read her letter to Enn-Ho.
"Sang-Jin please go away."
Han Yong-Min was in his office at the publishing company looking through contracts when his phone rang.
He answered it.
"Hello."
"Mr Han, I am reporter Kim Yoo-Bin calling from the Seoul Morning Express.
"Yes, what is the reason for this call?"
"There is news circulating on social media about one of your authors being in a relationship with a professional golfer. Please give me more details about their relationship."
"Which author are you referring to?"
"Im Sang-Jin."
Han Yong-Min burst out laughing.
"I can't tell whether you are funny or that I am in a good mood."
"Are they secretly dating? Is he the mysterious lover that Im Sang-Jin wrote about in his memoir?"
"Im Sang-Jin is not dating anyone and this golfer is not the one written about in the memoir."
"Am sure you are trying to keep their relationship quiet but I am going to find out the truth and run the story in our online newspaper."
"Sang-Jin just came from Thailand and he has never said anything about dating a golf player."
"Since you are determined to hide the truth am also determined to find it and run the story."
"Well good luck then."
Just as the call ended.
His personal assistant knocked before entering with his morning espresso which he placed on the table.
"Call Sang-Jin and arrange for him to meet with me this evening."
His personal assistant nodded and left.
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In the evening, Sang-Jin came out of the apartment building and was making his way to the car when reporter Kim Yoo-Bin jumped in front of him with a camera.
He took a few snaps of Sang-Jin's before he began with his questions.
"Are you in a relationship with Shin Do-Sik?"
"What?"
"How did you two meet? When did you officially become a couple? How long have you been together?"
"Now wait a minute. What is this about?" Sang-Jin demanded.
"Is he the secret love interest in your book?"
"I have had enough. Now, please move."
The reporter stepped aside so Sang-Jin could get into his car. And he quickly drove off.
As Sang-Jin entered the restaurant where he was meeting Han Yong-Min, his phone rang.
"Sang-Jin, this is Han Yong-Min."
"Where are you? I can't see you," Sang-Jin said as he looked around the restaurant.
"I am sorry but I won't be able to make it to our meeting. Something came up."
"Oh, okay that's fine."
"How about tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow is fine."
"See you tomorrow."
Since he was already there, Sang-Jin decided to sit and order something.
As he sat down a waiter came over with a glass of water.
"Thanks."
"What would you like?"
"Can I have fried chicken with kimchi, pajeon, cola soda and soju."
"Okay, please wait a while as I get your order ready."
"Sure."
After the waiter had left, Sang-Jin sipped his water and looked around him again.
To his utter surprise he saw Shin Do-Sik sitting by himself and drinking soju.
Sang-Jin decided to join his table.
After Sang-Jin sat down. Do-Sik looked at the other empty tables in the restaurant and asked: ""Why sit at this table when there are empty tables around?"
"Why are you drinking soju by yourself?"
"I am not in the mood for answering questions this evening."
The waiter brought his cola soda and soju.
"Thank you."
Sang-Jin opened his soju bottle and poured himself a glass.
Sang-Jin repeated his earlier question. "Why are you drinking by yourself?"
"Because I want to drink alone," Do-Sik said.
"At this point we are not strangers."
"No, thank you," Do-Sik looked at Sang-Jin with sarcastic expression.
"Why do you play golf?"
"I am not telling you anything about myself."
Do-Sik suddenly stood up, finished his soju glass and then he collapsed onto the floor.
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