Door#50 “Confrontation”

  Jeonghan pushed me somewhere. "Your office smell like coffee too," he mumbled while his hands are still on my shoulder.

  Instead of pushing him away which I always did, I skimmed my eyes around the so-said office of mine. 'Never in my dreams I imagined of having one.'

  Of course, it looks like a typical office: comfortable chair at the corner, laptop on the wooden table, pocket calculator, book cases, file cabinets, telephone line, business cards, overhead and work lighting, couch for the client seats, center table, plants in pots, recycle bin, alarm system, fire extinguisher and first aid kit.

  "There's something missing," I tilted my head to Jeonghan in wonder. 'What's missing?' "Your big picture frame hanging on the wall."