I'm The Boss's Secretary?!

The car moved in steady speed but the silence ensued after Seojun's question and the scenery outside the car which was dark with barely cars and people coming pass by them, the tension that arises on the closed space could put one on their toes. 

"I know your sister," Kwon Huan answered after a while, his eyes not leaving the street and the path they took, "We met once and she was a very beautiful woman with a heart that can capture people's soft corner."

Seojun raised his eyebrows, "You are helping my sister only because she was beautiful? You love her?" asked Seojun but he sucked his breath and hissed with a frown, "No you are not. I rarely work with you, Mr. Kwon but I know you are not someone who is easily tempted by other's beauty. There is other reason, isn't it?"

Kwon Huan knew that despite Seojun being one of the youngest if not the youngest of all hunters, he was quick and had a sharp instinct to sniff out the fishiness of others, "Yes. But to explain about that, I will have to go sometime in the past."

Kwon Huan took a little silence before he looked up at the mirror only to frown. Seojun who also noticed the car following them narrowed his eyes, knowing that the car that follows them had been subtle with their action but with the lack of passengers on the path, they stood out heavily like a sore thumb.

"How long are you talking about?" Seojun asked, curious of what compelled Kwon Huan to helped Seoyeon and the reason.

"Hundreds… no, maybe it was around a thousand year ago," Kwon Huan answered and Seojun waited for the man to fix himself. He would call this as a joke if not for Kwon Huan who was serious.

"Sister is not that old," he dismissed, not understanding it as it was absurd. A thousand year ago, Seoyeon hadn't even born yet! "She can age and if you meet her a thousand year ago both you and her would appear that much older. I was with her since she was eight or nine."

"It will be difficult to explain without confusing you, so take what I said with grain of salt. The one whom I know is not Seoyeon but the one inside her," Kwon Huan then pressed his feet, driving faster than before to pick distance between him and the people who followed them.

"The one inside her?" Seojun demanded for answer, "Who?"

"The catalyst, the origin of the power that is now inside her, Sol Haneul, the first catalyst. She is the one whom I know," Kwon Huan answered without looking at Seojun's face.

With the growing information, Seojun couldn't hide his shock and was confounded with questions, "Then what about you? Who are you?"

Kwon Huan slowly turned his face, his eyes glistened in the color of faint silver, "Someone who followed her since she was young, a friend of Sol Haneul. I was reincarnated by her with my soul retaining all the memories I have since the past of my first life in different body. The current body I have is this person, Kwon Huan."

Seojun who was frowning raised his brows, shaking his head, "Reincarnation?" He repeated, as if he hadn't heard it the first time.

Back in the fortuneteller's house, Seoyeon accompanied the woman who was studying the book that spoke about dreamland. As she expected, she could not understand a single thing or word written there.

"You won't be able to read anything unless you have the blood line of a light witch," said the fortuneteller who begin to speak as she found each other's company in the silence as boring.

"Is there any book written about me?" Seoyeon meant was the catalyst and the fortuneteller who understood her question shook her head.

"You are one of the most hated if not feared by all creatures, no one would write about the catalyst and mostly the people who had met the catalyst had bite the dust," the woman's direct answer left Seoyeon with a bitter aftertaste.

"How are you sure if you are the only person who is reincarnated?" Seoyeon then posed the question. While trying to find the reason why Haneul would keep bringing back the fortuneteller's soul to life, she wondered if it was possible that she wasn't alone.

The fortuneteller raised her chin, question spark in her eyes and Seoyeon took it as the woman needing more explanation and she replied, "Have you never found anyone who is reincarnated like you? If Haneul had bring you back to life out of hatred, I doubt she would bring only you back alive. Maybe there is another person like you?"

"That's hardly possible," the fortuneteller said despite her eyes looking interested and intrigued by the guess Seoyeon came up with.

"Why not?" Seoyeon asked, it was possible to her eyes. Sol Haneul have just that much of a power in her, she can stop Seulgi's death and possibly do more that others would think as impossible. Seeing that she could go in the border of death and life, Seoyeon wondered if Haneul could do even more— perhaps a magic that could even disturb the balance of death and birth.

If that was the case, there was no longer refute to how lethal her power was, thought Seoyeon. She felt powerful but not the kind of powerful she wanted because she would be hunted by others.

The fortuneteller said, "Because if they were in my shoes, I would have met them several times near the catalyst. I have been watching the previous catalyst for years and I met none who remembered the past like me."

Despite having her idea dismissed, Seoyeon still believe in her guess, something tells her that there could be people who remembered the past like the fortuneteller but was hiding. That pose the next question of who they are hiding from.

Jung Hwa frowned, pulling his eyebrows together as he grunted with ache that came from his head. Opening his eyes slowly, his blurred gaze took time to turn clearer. Notified by the rustling sound and the low hiss, Seoyeon quickly twist her body to the right side where Jung Hwa was sleeping near her.

Her hand quickly came to his cheek and she leaned forward, coming to his view, "Hwa, you came back," she said in whisper-yell, relieve washing over her to see Jung Hwa had woke up.