“Hey, Gare. Colin’s taking me to one of his new clubs.” His sister, decked out in a black sequined dress that was six inches too short, skipped down the staircase and pecked him on the cheek. “Bye, Gare.”
“Good seeing you, too, Adelaide,” he said dryly. Their cousin Colin ran several successful nightclubs in Koreatown and Hollywood. A self-made man. Garrett respected that, but the family branded him as the black sheep. “I’m rooting for Colin but he can’t avoid Grandmother forever.”
“I know.” A somber shadow clouded Adelaide’s eyes. “And I’m rooting for you, oppa. Good luck with Grandmother.”
“Yeah, thanks. Have fun, kiddo.” He frowned at her back as she hurried out of the house.
After their mom died, Garrett had done his best for his baby sister, but there was only so much a fifteen-year-old boy could do for a seven-year-old girl. By the time their dad emerged from years of grief, Adelaide was a petulant high-school kid who switched boyfriends like pairs of old shoes, seeking affection and comfort from superficial relationships.
Adelaide was smarter than him, though. Watching his father fall apart after his mom’s death hadn’t been enough to teach him the destructive force of love. It had taken Samantha to nail home the lesson and bleed him dry of sentimental delusions. Even years after their breakup, the mere thought of her singed him with a flash of betrayal and humiliation.
Garrett knocked and entered his grandmother’s room. It didn’t contain any Western furniture, such as a bed or chairs. Rather, she sat with her back ramrod straight on a thick floor mattress with her Samsung laptop set up on a low table beside her in a fusion of the old and the new.
“Hal-muh-nee.” He bowed at his waist, then kneeled in front of her on a bang-suk, taking his usual position on the comfortable floor cushion. “How was your day?”
“The usual. Incompetent idiots running around like their asses were on fire.” She was fluent in English but she spoke to him in Korean. An outsider would be thrown by the conversation conducted in two different languages—as though there was an invisible translator between them translating English into Korean and Korean into English at lightning speed. “Did you eat?”
“I had dinner at the office.”
“Good. Sit down more comfortably.”
That was code for him to settle down for a long conversation. Garrett shifted to sit with his legs crossed in front of him and waited for her to speak.
“We have half a year until you’re appointed CEO. I trust you’re diligently preparing for your new duties.”
“Of course, Grandmother.” They both knew he was ready to run the company. He’d been trained for the job since he was a child.
She nodded and breathed deeply. If he didn’t know better, Garrett would’ve thought she was hesitating, but that was preposterous. She wielded her authority with unwavering confidence.
“When we announce you as Hansol’s new CEO at the press conference, we will also announce your engagement.”
“My what?” His heart lurched as he studied his grandmother’s face. Did she have a stroke without anyone noticing? “Are you feeling all right?”
“Of course I’m all right.” She waved aside his question with an impatient shake of her head. “As I was saying, we will announce your engagement to Jihae Park of the Rotelle Corporation in Korea.”
His blood chilled as disbelief turned to outrage. Every minute of his life had been micromanaged to mold him into the perfect heir. Edges that didn’t fit into that box were sliced off without mercy. Skateboarding was for hooligans. Golf was more appropriate. Basketball could get too rough. Tennis reflected higher culture. Now she wants to decide who I marry?
His parents’ marriage had been a union of two wealthy Korean-American families and their businesses. They had found love and happiness in their arranged marriage, but when his mother succumbed to cancer, the warmth and laughter in their home had faded away. Garrett and his sister’s childhood had been dominated by the sterile, suffocating demands of upholding their family name.
“Am I being married off to the woman or the corporation?” He forced his voice to remain calm.
“You...” Her eyes widened to reveal an unnatural amount of white around her irises. “You dare talk back to me?”
A stab of guilt pierced his heart, but Garrett clenched his fists and pressed them onto the hard floor in front of him. His grandparents had built Hansol from the ground up, working sixteen-hour days in front of sewing machines, their eyes going blind and their fingers deteriorating with arthritis. After a decade of single-minded determination, Hansol opened its first retail store and took its place as an up-and-coming fashion retailer in mainstream America, but his grandfather passed away too soon to see his dream realized. To Grandmother, Hansol was more than a company. It was her late husband’s soul.
“I’ve obeyed you without question my entire life because I know of the sacrifices you’ve made for our family, but an arranged marriage is out of the question.” He’d rather crawl across sizzling lava than become a bartered stud for the Song family. “Please reconsider, hal-muh-nee.”
“Min-ah.” As his grandmother addressed him by his Korean name, her stern features softened imperceptibly. “I arranged the match with your best interest at heart. Jihae is a lovely, accomplished child from a well-respected jae-bul family. She will make a good wife and mother.”
“My best interest? And it has nothing to do with having a jae-bul granddaughter-in-law who will bear you jae-bul grandchildren?” The only way to obtain the power and authority of a jae-bul—the rich, pseudoroyal families in Korea—was through birth or marriage. No matter how successful, the Songs were still part of the nouveaux riches, not a jae-bul family. “Grandmother, I respect our heritage and want the best for Hansol, but I could uphold our family name without a jae-bul wife.”
“Such insolence. Defying your elders.” She bowed her head and shook it slowly as though she was too ashamed to hold it up. “This is my fault. After your mother died, I did my best to raise you and your sister right, but it’s obvious I failed you.”
Garrett swallowed a roar of frustration. Reasoning and pleading wouldn’t get him anywhere with his grandmother. She was ruthless and obstinate, and she would hold her ground until it crumbled beneath her. It was time to reclaim his life.
“You haven’t failed. You raised us to stand up for ourselves and to fight for what we believe in.” His voice shook with colliding emotions. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back. He wasn’t the scared young boy who’d lost his mom. He was a grown man and it was time his grandmother accepted it—even if he had to lie to get it across to her. “I’m already engaged to another woman, and I will fight for her.”
For the second time that evening, she was at a loss for words, but only for a moment. “Well, you need to tell the other woman the engagement is off. There is no harm done, yet. The press is unaware of either engagement.”
“No harm done? I was taught that honor should be upheld at all costs. Casting aside the woman I love to marry another with wealth and power is not honorable.”
“I am your grandmother. Do not presume to lecture me about honor.” Her slight figure trembled with outrage. “If you do not marry Jihae, I will stop you from ascending to the CEO position. Don’t forget I am the majority shareholder.”
“And I’m the most qualified CEO candidate, and the only one who could deliver the Vivotex partnership. If you vote against me, you’ll be voting against the company.” Garrett stood and bowed to her. “I’m keeping my promise to my fiancée. I trust you to act with Hansol’s best interest in mind.”
With those last words, he left the house with long, fast strides. There was rebelling and there was rebelling.