A Korean-American adoptee fights to be with the one she loves while coming to terms with her new identity in this enthralling romantic drama and sequel to Heart and Seoul by USA Today bestselling author Jen Frederick. When Hara Wilson lands in Seoul to find her birth mother, she doesn’t plan on falling in love with the first man she lays eyes on, but Choi Yujun is irresistible. If his broad shoulders and dimples weren’t enough, Choi Yujun is the most genuine, decent, gorgeous guy to exist. Too bad he’s also her stepbrother. Fate brought her to the Choi doorstep but the gift of family comes with burdens. A job in her mother’s company has perks of endless company dinners and super resentful coworkers. A new country means learning a new language which twenty-five year old Hara is finding to be a Herculean task. A forbidden love means having to choose between her birth family or Choi Yujun. All Hara wanted was to find a place to belong in this world—but in order to have it all, she’ll have to risk it all. "Frederick delivers a poignant, insightful tale about interracial adoption and finding one’s roots in her second story about Iowa-raised Korean adoptee Hara Wilson..Frederick’s skillful plotting and deeply felt characters...bring gravitas and realism to this sensitive tale that will captivate readers."— Publishers Weekly Jen Frederick is a Korean adoptee living in the Midwest with her husband, daughter, and rambunctious dog. Under the psuedonym Erin Watt, Frederick has co-written two #1 New York Times bestselling novels. Chapter One   "Lunchtime," Bujang-nim, my boss, announces with a clap of his hands. "If you work too hard, you won't be productive this afternoon. Go on. Go on." He gestures for us to move.   Bujang-nim isn't his name. It's Park Hyunwoo, but everyone refers to him as Bujang-nim. It signifies his leadership role, and Koreans are about class, station, and seniority above all else.   The three of us, the only women on Bujang-nim's international marketing team, stare at him for a long, silent moment. When I was installed in this department, I was relieved to see two women and had immediate fantasies that Chaeyoung, Soyou, and I would be great friends. Ovary solidarity or something like that. I was wrong. Chaeyoung is unwelcoming and Soyou is outright hostile.   Soyou glares at me as if I made up the concept of lunch to annoy her, while Chaeyoung worries one of the three thin necklaces strung around her neck, the diamond-studded interlocking Cs catching in the bright fluorescents overhead.   The men in the department went to eat an hour ago. It'll be another hour before they return. Chaeyoung and Soyou generally do not eat lunch. I'm not sure if it's because they're dieting or because their workload is so immense. Everyone here seems to be on a perpetual diet, probably because every social activity revolves around food.   When I first started working in this department six weeks ago, I opted to work through lunch, too. I wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn't a worthless addition given a job because my mother is the CEO. I mean . . . yes, my mother is the CEO, but I'm a hard worker. Back home in Iowa, I never had any complaints about my work product or my work ethic. Here in Korea, at the IF Group, on the seventh floor, it's different.   No one is more keenly aware of my position as the daughter of the CEO than ambitious Soyou. As the silence stretches from awkward to uncomfortable, she pastes on a polite smile and rises. Bowing slightly to Bujang-nim, she grabs her purse from the bottom drawer of her desk, surreptitiously kicks Chaeyoung's chair, and then starts toward the elevators. Eating lunch with me is not on her list of pleasant things to do, but she's smart and savvy, which means when the boss says to go to lunch, she's going to lunch, even if it means eating with the devil.   "Come on, Chaeyoung-ie," she says, and after a pause, "and Choi Hara-nim."   I don't think I'm as low as the devil in Soyou's mind, but who knows? Calmly, I get my purse and follow the two to the elevator. I could have declined. I can do anything here. Bujang-nim would shine my shoes if I asked it, which is precisely why Soyou hates me, and that's why I can't be mad. I can be hurt and frustrated and annoyed, but I can't be mad. I don't deserve this job, the deference Bujang-nim pays me, or the energy drinks the resident ass-kisser, Yoo Minkyu, places next to my monitor every couple of days.   I should decline because a lunch with the three of us is bound to be miserable, like three women who meet after finding out they've all been dating the same man. I guess the situation is not all that dissimilar. We crave the approval of Choi Wansu, and the other two resent that I have the inside track, what with her being my mother.   If I'm the demon, Choi Wansu is my opposite. To most of the women in this company, she's a savior. The IF Group is an anomaly among Korean companies. They don't always hire people