Once they are allowed inside they see that the interior of the house is different from the exterior; it seems to be a clashing of personalities as one area seems to be presented with one theme but as they walk further the theme then changes. It is as if the interior designer could not come up with a final decision of one theme, and the owner of the house let them run wild with their ideas, resulting in a change of view when you look to the left, and another different one when you look to the right.

As they see Madam Seo giving a subtle warning to them to not appear too nosy with something other than what relates to their job, they follow the entourage headed by Wonshik through the foyer, immediately having to climb up a few steps to get to the living room. But he brings them further inside, until there comes a thought that they might even be sealing their contract in the kitchen considering how he has yet to stop walking. They can't guess the layout of the whole house as there seems to be a surprise at every corner.

He halts in front of the door to a sunroom with glass windows that overlook the lush gardens; it looks deep and unending, giving a some sort of mysterious flavour to the otherwise sunny room. As soon as he invites his guests to take a seat, cups of piping hot tea have been served in front of them, with him briefly mentioning about having it changed to coffee if they would prefer. Only Jongho opts out from having tea, and in just a few seconds he's stirring a dash of sugar he has thrown in his drink.

"My apologies for having to ask you go through the back entrance," are his first words as he's quiet through the short journey from the main door to the sunroom. "Reporters can be sneaky, so seeing a foreign car coming into the compound can even become news the next day. As of now, the back entrance is a safe passage for those who aren't supposed to be seen here."

"No need for any apologies, Sir Bae." Madam Seo takes a sip of her tea while taking care so that her lipstick won't leave a trace. "It's a huge honour for our company to have someone like you picking us to protect your daughter. It's not everyday that you get to be invited into the most popular candidate's mansion. Let alone be tasked to become the bodyguards of his daughter."

He bellows, causing the five of them in the sunroom together with him to be slightly startled, when seemingly before he's a person who would not be swayed by Madam Seo's conversation. Not someone you would expect to laugh out loud in a room basically filled with strangers. They relax when he stops laughing, with him shaking his head in the process.

"Ah, it's just that I'm becoming too busy with the campaign that I don't get to spend that much time with my daughter, and with the rise in cases related to Reflectors, you can't blame me for being worried for my daughter's safety."

"Of course. You made the right decision in wanting to have someone to protect your daughter, now that the public's focus is shining on you even more. Say," Madam Seo leans against the red velvet chairs, "is there a reason why you ask particularly for 4 of my boys? When I showed you all the profiles of my staff, you particularly asked for them."

Seonghwa, San, Jongho and Yunho are surprised at the revelation; they didn't know that Bae Wonshik had personally picked them out. They believed that Madam Seo had tasked them for this as a last minute resort of not having any other available staff. They become even more interested in finding out the reason why, and it seems that Wonshik is more than willing to share his reasons so.

"To be pretty honest, I only picked them out because of their ages," he answers simply, almost having a full smile but keeps it at what seems like a brief one. "My daughter is 22 years old but she doesn't have that many friends; she's shy, likes to keep to herself. I thought that suddenly giving her bodyguards who are way older and distant would push her away even further. Having someone near her age would be better, and maybe that would make her more comfortable."

Madam Seo chuckles, and the four know that she's about to make a joke. "A set up like this in a drama would end up with one of my boys falling in love with your daughter."

The four try their hardest to not groan at her lame reply, and Yunho has to take multiple sips of his tea to make sure he doesn't show his revulsion towards their boss' - as to what they feel - inappropriate joke. What catches them off-guard is that Wonshik plays along, shaking his head while rubbing his nose.

"If that's the case I'm afraid your boys would have to forget about their feelings then. My daughter already has a boyfriend, in fact they've been together since their high school years. Still going on strong, I believe."

"Oh," she says simply, clearly not expecting that comeback. They did not expect that from his description of Soyeon, whom they can imagine is a recluse, one who finds no need in maintaining a relationship with anyone other than family.

"I know, it must be a surprise to you, but her boyfriend is the complete opposite of her. A social butterfly, must be friends with everyone in their circles. Ah, which brings me to another thing. You don't have to be guarding her whenever her boyfriend's around," he lowers his voice, "a bit of privacy is nice for them," then his voice returns to normal, "plus I know his family, so I trust that boy."

They nod, and their heads turn to the door when there's a knock. When asked about the identity of the person behind the door, a deep voice comes.

"Sir, it's Yeosang."

"Ah, Yeosang, yes please do come in."

The young man opens the door and they take in his appearance; his bleached hair is starting to return to its original black colour, the wavy strands growing past his earlobes and some tucked behind his ear. He has tied the top part of his hair to appear with a short ponytail. He dresses casually, a huge contrast to the four of the men who are currently in their suits; he only has a cream-coloured cardigan on, its neck diving a little bit too sharply until they can see his sharp collarbones and a small part of his chest, coupled with a pair of black jeans. Despite being lean, he boasts muscles in his arms and legs. His appearance and face are enough to make them look at their own being, suddenly conscious of how they'd compare to him.

They don't know who he is in the household, but considering how different he looks from the rest of the workers in the Bae mansion, the best guess they have is that this is the person Wonshik has been talking about.

"He must be the boyfriend," Seonghwa says to San only, but it seems that Yeosang has overheard because he stops walking over to Wonshik who's sitting at the end of the table.

"Whose?'" he asks, not bothering to ask who they may be because everyone knows.

"Ah," Seonghwa quickly retreats, embarrassed of being overheard. "Miss- Miss Bae, of course. We were just talking about you." Despite knowing how the final comment is unnecessary, he only bares his teeth after knowing that it's too late to take it back now that everyone in the room have heard it.

Yeosang purses his lips before giving a short "Huh" before approaching Wonshik. "I'm not the boyfriend, I'm single. I'm only her slave," he says it with such a straight face that the four men turn to look at him slowly, trying to see whether he's joking or not. He ignores them as he whispers something into Wonshik's ear and the latter furrows his eyebrows as he listens on. After he's done he passes by the future bodyguards who follow him with their eyes, thinking how he's a person with an interesting personality. Before he closes the door, he pokes his head and announces, "If it wasn't obvious I was joking. I'm Soyeon's childhood friend, also her driver, her chauffeur, whatever. Nice to meet you, all of you don't look too bad."

Then the door clicks shut.

When it seems that none of his guests are capable of speaking up, Wonshik clears his throat before attempting to explain, "I was thinking of introducing you to the people in my daughter's circle in a proper way but I guess, there you go." He nervously laughs, "Kang Yeosang's father is my chauffeur and his mother is one of the maids here. Our family are really tight knit so they've been friends since they're babies. Apparently he had also taken up his duty as her driver, though Soyeon prefers to stay at home. Don't mind him, he's pretty straightforward but he's really nice to Soyeon. Probably the only friend who has stuck with her until now. Well, enough with the chit chatting, I'm sure that all of you would only want to hear the details of what is expected of you and the contract."

"Wouldn't it be more proper for us to meet your daughter first?" Jongho asks, wiping his mouth with the serviette before placing it down neatly, as close as to how it was before. "Since she's the one that we'd have to be around 24/7."

"That would be ideal," he grins, "but Yeosang just told me that she's currently deep in painting, and meeting all of you would probably not give the best impression. She can get pretty messy while painting."

San and Yunho look at each other, their minds thinking of the same thing. It's true how Wonshik was the one who hired them for his daughter, but it feels weird how they're only dealing with him and not even get a glimpse of their supposed client. It's like he's talking about someone who doesn't exist; an apparition.

"I know what all of you are thinking," Wonshik starts, giving a slight smile. "You think that I'm talking as if my daughter is someone who doesn't exist, moreover how you've never seen me in public with her. You're thinking whether she really is there, painting or I'm just making up excuses."

"It does seem that way," Madam Seo finally speaks up as she taps her long nails against the ceramic cup. "Of course we'd want to see for ourselves first before agreeing to this contract. I'm releasing my boys to someone who keeps their life private, so of course I'd like to make sure this is not some kind of horror game for my boys."

"For one, I can assure you that it's not the case because that's not becoming of someone who's running to become prime minister. My daughter lives in a separate house from me, and we have become more distant ever since her mother died four years ago. She blames me for her mother's death so we're not exactly on good terms. Ever since then she has also been more reserved, besides with her boyfriend and several close friends. We may live on the same land," he stretches out his arms, "but there might as well be a sea separating us. That's why you don't see me with her in public; it's her that doesn't want it. If she could, she'd want nothing to do with me."

"Is the act of you hiring personal bodyguards for her an act of coaxing her? Now that the election is coming up real soon and you have the highest chance of becoming the prime minister," she asks, unfaltering of her stance of not letting her boys be tied to a contract before they meet the actual person.

"Well, I guess you caught me right there." He smiles, "I don't have any other family besides my daughter, and even then she's an estranged one. I don't plan on exposing my daughter even if I have gotten the post, as I don't want to embroil her in the game of politics. But all I am right now is a father worried for his daughter, especially with the rise in house breakins. I can't protect her when I'm busy; I can't protect her when she lives in a different house than mine."

"As long as you can assure us that your daughter is a real person and she's actually here somewhere in your mansion, there shouldn't be a problem." San can't help but add, "Unlike others you don't seem to have family pictures, and we still don't know how your daughter looks like."

He nods. "Right, I don't have any family pictures hung here, because seeing my wife's picture always brings around some unwanted sadness. I ordered them to be taken down, and it's a bigger deal since Soyeon did not want to be associated with me after too. Here are some old pictures that I have of her."

He takes out a photo album, the metal spiral binder rusted and as he opens it up to a random page, it slightly squeaks. Unapologetic of the condition of the photo album, he pushes it towards his guests, inviting them to take a look at his seemingly illusive daughter.

Seonghwa takes the album first, immediately scanning the pages to look for the face of their prospective client. After flipping through the whole album they see that indeed, the latest pictures of her were taken 4 years ago, the year he told them that the family had been ripped apart after the death of his wife. Judging from only her pictures they see a girl who does seem to bring an air of someone who's timid, as in most of the pictures she looks unwilling to be photographed. Her smiles look forced, but only when she's doing one thing do they see the most sincere smile appearing on her face.

It's when she's photographed while painting; the corners of her eyes wrinkling together with the upwards curve of her mouth, her face and hand smudged with paint, her hand holding a paintbrush dipped in cloudy water. Only those are when she looks to be happy being caught in front of a camera, wherein in the rest it looks like she's only forced to become a monument.

"As you can see she enjoys painting a lot, in fact all the paintings you've seen around the house are all hers. Well, they were what she hung up before she moved to her own house."

"Her... house you're talking about... is around here?" Yunho asks, clearly confused when he keeps talking about her daughter's house as if it's something different from his. Or maybe... it is.

"Ah, right. She does live in this compound, but in a different, may I say... building? I had another house built for her on this land, but there's a... bridge connecting this house and hers, if you want to walk over to the other side without going out." He chuckles but it sounds laced with pain. "Looks like it came back to me in the end because it's easier for her to distance herself from me."

Wow, Jongho mouths to San. Rich people and their problems.

"The contract and what is expected of you." He hands over pieces of neatly stacked papers, allowing them to go through the contract, before he announces, "I must take a leave since I have another scheduled meeting, and well, it's not my place to say but maybe you can take a peek at her and go over your introductions with her. She knows you're coming but I won't guarantee how she's going to welcome you. You can think over the contract for, say, 24 hours. If you want to opt out then I guess I'll have to find another company then. I understand if you're thinking this job is not something that you're looking for." He turns to the door, "Kang Yeosang!"

They get surprised when the door immediately opens when he called out the young man's name, as if he's simply been waiting behind the door before he's summoned. Yeosang marches over to Bae Wonshik's side, listening to his instruction before gesturing to them. Apparently he's asking Yeosang to help them feel at home, bring them over to meet with his daughter while he's supposed to go out for the meeting. Before anything, they're being ushered out of the room with the contract in Seonghwa's hands, guided by Yeosang.

He brings them through the complex pathways of the mansion, and sure enough, like what Bae Wonshik has described there is a bridge connecting his and Soyeon's houses, the walls dominated by what they assume are Soyeon's paintings. The paintings are a mixture of different media used and different ideas, and again, as if reflecting the interior of Bae Wonshik's house, having no set theme.

As they have crossed the border that separates the bridge and Soyeon's house, Yeosang brings them to a stop in front of a wooden door and he gestures for them to wait before he steps in, leaving them outside.

Just a few moments after the door opens and a sheepish Soyeon pokes her head out, taking time to absorb the new faces of her soon-to-be bodyguards. Then she opens the door wider, letting them see her whole figure. She's dressed in an oversized t-shirt, colourful dried up paint on her apron as her long hair is tied up into a bun.

"You must be the bodyguards my dad has been talking about non stop-"

"Technically, your dad didn't talk to you directly," Yeosang's voice comes from behind as he stops to stand next to her. "I'm the messenger for both of you because you even refused to communicate electronically. And a man is tired, Soyeon. So any of you," he gestures towards the team, "will have to prepare to become a messenger."

San's eyes travel to the painting she's working on, and he gets absorbed by what she has done on the canvas. It looks to be a self-portrait, but that's not what's making him transfixed on the work. She looks to be in the process of drawing another figure, with the face already completed.

It may be a reflection on the canvas, or she's currently painting two people who look exactly the same.