Monday, January 30, 2012

The Prince and His Harem - Ch 9 & 10

CHAPTER NINE

Meaghan hung up her desk phone after leaving another message for Ivoire.  She had been unable to reach her colleague in France all afternoon, so she left a final message.   She really needed to get the final figures in order to complete the report; hopefully Ivoire would receive the messages and email them to Meaghan as soon as possible.   She straightened out her desk in preparation for leaving, but decided to stop by Cynthia’s office and let her know of the problem with the distribution report. 

When she arrived at her office, the door was slightly ajar, so she knocked but continued to walk in.  Cynthia looked up from her desk and smiled.

Meaghan went right to the point.  “I was unable to reach my contact in France, so I wasn’t able to finalise the report.  I left a message for her, so we should have the figures emailed in tomorrow.”

Cynthia looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded.  “You’ve done your best with it; just make sure to follow up tomorrow and let me know what happens.”  Meaghan thanked her and headed out the door.

On the way home she picked up some milk and cereal for breakfast tomorrow.  The house seemed quiet without Tina there, but it gave Meaghan a chance to clean up the living room and kitchen before her sister came home from school.  She was just starting the rice cooker when the teen skipped into the house.

“I’ve just started dinner, so go ahead and clean up, and you can help me set the table.”  Tina nodded, swishing her long blonde ponytail.

After dinner, Meaghan helped her sister with her homework until 9pm, and then spent some time on the internet.

The Ahmad family had its roots going back generations in Malaysian society, back to the Sultanates of Borneo.  Although only a few family members had entered the political arena, the properties and businesses owned by the family insured them a solid footing within the government. 

The man that she met was one of two siblings; a younger sister was teaching English in Korea.  They had oil holdings and palm plantations across Malaysia, along with distribution companies and trade agreements throughout Southeast Asia, including China, Japan, and Korea, and even the United States of America.  It was an impressive lineage even for a society Prince.

So why was he interested in her?

She shut down the computer, showered, changed into her nightclothes, and attempted to sleep, but it was long in coming.

CHAPTER TEN

When she dragged herself out of bed the next morning, Tina was already in the kitchen, humming to herself as she poured cereal into a plastic bowl.   Meaghan stopped and looked at her sister.

Tina had the fair colouring and delicate bone structure of their mother.  Although she was fifteen, she had the look and manner of a much younger girl.  Meaghan remembered a conversation she once had with her mother, when Tina first started middle school. 

“She’s like a leaf, that one, flying back and forth wherever the wind takes her,” her mother had said, despairing of Tina ever becoming sensible enough to find friends in school.  In fact, her nickname was “Leaf”, although it was never used outside the family circle.

As they sat down for breakfast, Meaghan looked at Tina’s fingernails, black nail polish chipping off on the edges.

“We need to redo your polish,” Meaghan said.  Tina just shrugged and continued digging into her bowl.  “Do you have any exams today?”

“Yeah, a stupid one in math class.  Who cares about algebra?”  Tina picked up her bowl and placed in the sink, then grabbed her backpack.  “I gotta go.”  She looked over at her older sister, then impishly gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head and ran for the door, giggling.

Meaghan shook her head, sighed, and headed for the bathroom to get ready for work.



~     ~     ~
At work, Meaghan focused on the pile of paperwork Cynthia had left there last night.   There was still no word from Ivoire, and she was worried, so she called the main office number and left a message for someone to contact her first thing in the morning, their time.  By then, it would the afternoon in Kuching, and they could resolve the final figures of the report.

Suddenly, there was chirp from her computer as she received an email. ‘Please let this be from Ivoire’, Meaghan thought.  She was disappointed to see it was from someone she had never received mail from, Mystisith.  The email address was from the company, though.

[Good morning.  I am your new contact for your European distribution company.  Attached please find the EOY figures you requested, and I look forward to working with you.]
Meaghan frowned; she hadn’t heard that Ivoire was planning to leave the company, but maybe she got a better offer.  She quickly downloaded the spreadsheet to complete the report, and began compiling the data.

Friday, January 27, 2012

The Prince and His Harem - Ch 7 & 8

CHAPTER SEVEN


His voice sounds exactly the same in daylight, Meaghan randomly thought, then quickly shook herself out of her reverie and attempted to address the striking man in front of her.  She tentatively said, “What do you want?”

“You are the person I met at the resort last night, right?”  At her small nod, he continued.  “I wanted to apologise for scaring you then.  If you have some time now, would you like to get some coffee?”  Meaghan looked up sharply.   Coffee?  With this man?

“I’m sorry, but I have to return to work.” Meaghan turned away, only to feel a strong hand grip her wrist securely, but not painfully.  She tugged her hand until he released it, and then looked up at him again.

In his left hand was a business card.

“I wanted to introduce myself.  I am Rick Ahmad.”  He stretched out his hand, the small piece of cardstock held between his thumb and forefinger.  There was a small gold band on his thumb, but no other rings.   She took the business card and looked at it.

[R. T. Ahmad, Vice-Chairman, Ahmad Holdings and Distribution LLC], the card read, along with an address in the Sama Jaya Free Industrial Zone in Kuching.  She thought for a moment.  No doubt he was one of the elite families with inherited wealth passed down from generation to generation.  She wondered what he wanted from her.

“How can I help you?”  Her voice sounded defensive even to her own ears.


                                                          ~                ~                ~
Rickie was, for the first time in his memory, at a loss for words.  He wanted to spend some time with her to figure out this intense attraction, but she clearly didn’t feel anything similar.  He decided to try a different track, knowing that it sounded lame but desperate to make a connection with this person.


“Was that your sister playing the seruling last night?  She plays it very well, and I’d like to take the both of you out to lunch or dinner, your choice, to thank both of you for relieving my boredom last night, Miss…?”  He held his breath, wondering if she would respond.

“Torno.  Meaghan Torno.  What’s wrong?” She asked, as his face blanched and he took a step back.  “Are you feeling alright?”

“Y-yes I’m fine.  I just remembered I was on my way to a lunch meeting.  Why don’t you call me at the number on my card, and we can meet later on this week?”  Without waiting, he turned and strode back to his Rexton RX270, still parked against the bushes that separated the sidewalk from the road.  His neck prickled under her stare as he retreated.


[This is a Rexton RX270, with a dollar value of $ 58,000.]


CHAPTER EIGHT


 
Rickie sat at a small restaurant with his father’s assistant JoAnne.  It was after lunch, and though the cafĂ© was slowly emptying, lively conversation still vied with the outside sounds coming through the open door and windows.  However, Rickie barely registered the noise as he toyed with his durian cake, deep in thought. 


A sudden pain in his temple jolted him out of his contemplations.  He looked up to see JoAnne hovering over him, her hand moving to poke him again.


"Hello!? Hello!? Is anyone home?”  Her voice was traced with amusement underneath the exasperation.  Once she realised she had his attention again, JoAnne sat back down.


"So that was a less than stellar meeting, boss.  In fact, you haven’t been right since you came down the stairs this morning.  What happened to you last night?” JoAnne peered over her cup as she tasted her expresso and made a face.


"Nothing.” He said, annoyed.  JoAnne gave a merry laugh as she added yet another spoon of sugar into her cup, and sipped again.  She smiled.


“It couldn’t have been nothing,” she chided. “At breakfast, you said you met someone interesting at the Estoesta party last night, then clammed up and refused to say anything else about her.  And you went all blushy!”  JoAnne emphasized with a grand hand gesture, causing a passing customer to flinch.


“So what happened?  When I called you to remind of the meeting at the waterfront office, you seemed ok, but then you arrived late, which is something you and I both know you hate.  And you didn’t pay attention to anything that was said today at the meeting.  So it’s not ‘nothing’.  Who is she?” JoAnne set her cup on the table with a little thump and stared him down.

Rickie couldn’t tell her the truth.  All he wanted to do was find someplace to be alone and review the astonishing news.   He took a quick sip of his cappuccino and decided to go on the attack.


"Don’t you need to head back to the house and follow up with my father regarding the meeting?  He counts on you to be his eyes and ears while he recuperates.”  Rickie was proud that his voice stayed neutral.

“I also have a brain,” JoAnne’s eyes narrowed as she pushed away from the table, “and I also understand Russian, Spanish, and the fact you don't want me to pry.  Ok, I get it, but I do love a good mystery.  Tch.  I’ll get the minutes transcribed; and copies for you and your father should be ready by the end of today.  And, boss,” she again gave him a gimlet stare. “Don’t try and pull the wool over my eyes.  It doesn’t work with my daughter, and it won’t work with you.”  With that, she walked out.  Rickie watched her leave, more of a bossy older sister than an employee, and shook his head.


After paying the tab, he spent some time walking along the water’s edge, his mind going back over his conversation this morning on the sidewalk, circling around and coming back to the same fact.
 Meaghan Torno.  That slip of a woman was the daughter of his former mentors at BKN.
[Kuching Waterfront]

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Prince and His Harem - Ch 5 & 6

CHAPTER FIVE

Meaghan finished hanging the wet clothes onto the pole line and carried the empty basket back inside.  The terrace house in Taman Hui Sing was just large enough for their needs, but it was all she could afford for her and her sister. 

Last year, a government agent came to their house to inform them that their parents, who worked for a local palm oil company, had died in a plane accident.   They had been on their way to Shanghai to meet with members of a Chinese import consortium, but had never made it.  Since the corporate jet crashed into the South China Sea, the bodies had never been recovered.  The Malaysian government provided a small subsidy, but that was barely enough to keep her sister in school supplies, so Meaghan picked up odd jobs to supplement her income.

She sat down on the worn bamboo parquet floor holding her parents' wedding pictures, the leather cover cool under her fingers.  The money she made last night in Miri would put some food on the table and a little more into her savings, but she was exhausted.  Luckily, today was a rare day off.  Maybe she should check the employment agencies and see if there was a better position out there.  Making the decision, she went upstairs to change.

“Apa khabar!”  A familiar greeting met Meaghan as she walked towards the bus stop.  Her tall neighbour, Shel Berry, was outside in front of her house.  Shel had moved into the neighbourhood a year ago, and had quickly befriended the two girls.  As a matter of fact, she had recommended Meaghan for the job at the party.  Meaghan smiled as she ambled up to the chain link fence.

“Khabar baik, Shel.  I’m fine.  Thank you for helping me get the job last night.” Shel waved her off.

“Never mind that, Meg.  I know you are a good worker, and I know you could always use the extra money.  Did you see any celebrities?  Anyone I would know?”  In her late thirties, Shel was always interested in Meaghan’s activities; Meaghan found she liked that someone was watching out for her and Tina.  It made her feel less alone.

“The job was mostly cleaning up dishes and keeping  the wine glasses full,” Meaghan laughed. “I did meet someone interesting by the pool, but I don’t know who he was.”  She relayed the story to Shel, but missed the sudden focus of her neighbour when she described the man. 

When Meaghan had finished, her friend quickly asked, “Did he have a tragus piercing in his right ear?”  Meaghan mused for a moment, remembering the flash of the stone.

“I think he did.  Why, do you know him?” 

Shel’s face cleared. “Oh, nothing.  It sounded like an actor I saw in a recent Korean drama.  Did he sound Korean?”

Meaghan shook her head, smiling.  Shel’s obsession with Korean dramas was a well-known fact.   She chatted a bit longer, then headed towards the agency.




[This is what a terrace house looks like in Malaysia]





CHAPTER SIX

The sun was bright in the eastern sky  the next day when Meaghan walked into her office building and sat down in her cubicle, ignoring the babble of the other workers.   The employment agency promised to call her if they found anything, but it wasn’t encouraging.   She sighed.

“Good morning, Meg!” Cynthia’s bright voice broke through the other voices.   The office manager, Cynthia was an older woman, her brunette hair pulled in a chignon.   She was Meaghan’s boss, and had worked at the company for many years. She plopped several files on Meaghan’s desk.   “Here is the 2011 end-of –year overseas distribution report for France.   Could you please proof it and make sure it’s accurate?   We’ll need them for a meeting next week.”

Meaghan nodded.   She was fluent in English and French, and was frequently asked to assist in communication to other countries.   She turned on her computer, placed her bag in the drawer, and opened up the file.

Several hours later, the preliminary review was done, and Meaghan rubbed her eyes.   She needed to get in touch with Ivoire, her contact in Nice, France, but with the seven-hour difference, it would have to wait until the afternoon.   Standing up and stretching her back, she decided to stroll down to the nearby market for a quick snack.

                                                               ~                   ~                         ~

Rickie drove along the waterfront to the family storage facility.   Traffic was heavy, even before noon, and he rolled down the windows of his sport utility vehicle to catch any stray ocean breeze.   The foot traffic on the sidewalks was relatively light.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a familiar figure.   Slowing down, he realised it was the woman who had haunted his dreams last night.   He drove ahead of her, then pulled to the side of the road and rolled his window down.

“Excuse me!” he called out.   The woman hesitated, but then turned towards him.   Here in the bright sunlight, he could see her from head to toe, and smiled at the picture she made.

Gone was the severe waitress outfit; instead, she was wearing a long, flowing skirt of greens and blues, with a white sleeveless turtle neck blouse contrasting with the darker tones of her arms.   Her hair was pulled away from her face by a butterfly clip, but left loose and straight down the back of her head.   It was longer than he thought, hanging just below her shoulders.   Her face was exactly how he remembered, except that her eyes grew wider as she recognised him.

She gave a nervous bow, and began walking faster down the sidewalk, away from the vehicle. Rickie quickly climbed out of the truck and hurried after her. “Wait!”

Meaghan ignored the summons, choosing to flee rather than face the man who caught her and her sister by the pool, but loud footsteps behind her warned her that escape was impossible.   She suddenly stopped short, and turned to face her pursuer; he almost ran into her, stopping just before he slammed into her, his Cole Haans almost on top of her modest sandals.   He awkwardly hopped backwards, paused and spoke three quiet words.

“It is you.” 



Tuesday, January 24, 2012

The Prince and His Harem - Ch 3 & 4




CHAPTER THREE

Rickie looked down at the young woman in front of him, then over to the wide-eyed girl a few steps away. The girl was clutching the bamboo flute so hard he was afraid it would snap in two. He smiled at her reassuringly, then switched his attention back to the waitress.

She was small, about 163 cm compared to his 180 cm, with her sable hair neatly tied up in a bun. He waited for her to look up at him, which she eventually did.

Small, delicate features. Warm eyes the colour of hot chocolate. A sprinkling of freckles dotting a slightly upturned nose. Full, unadorned mouth with a slight overbite. This was the quick impression Rickie got before the waitress stepped back and gestured for the girl to stand behind her. Before she quickly lowered her head again, her hands clasped in front of her.

“I apologise if you were bothered by the music,” she spoke in a low tone, “It won’t happen again. I’m very sorry.” She braced her shoulders as if preparing to ward off a blow. Rickie raised his eyebrows at the defensive gesture.

“Actually, I was enjoying the sound, especially since it blended so well with the nighttime noises from the rainforest. Where did you learn to play the seruling?” At the gentle, almost soothing timbre of his voice, Meaghan raised her head again.

He looked like something out of a romance movie. Dark skin, shaggy, sun-bleached dark blonde hair over a pair of cool blue eyes the colour of a cloudless sky, a single diamond winking from his right ear. Broad shoulders were encased in an opened-collared white tuxedo shirt; the bow tie peeked out of the breast pocket as if absentmindedly stuffed there. Knife-pleated black pants and shiny black shoes completed the look of a cultured, high society male. Meaghan gulped nervously and rotated slightly to see her sister smile shyly at the stranger.

“It was my grandma’s,” Tina said, “but I’ve never had lessons or anything. I just like to play it.” And, surprisingly, she stepped around Meaghan and offered it to him.

Rickie cradled it carefully and examined the instrument. The finger holes were worn to a faint concave shape, the beak showing wear around the mouth. Still, it looked as if it was a finely-crafted, if old, piece. He handed it back to the young girl.

“You play it very well,” he said, “Thank you for letting me look at it.”

At that moment, Meaghan stepped up and took Tina's other hand.

“We will be going, sir. Sorry to have troubled you.” And before Rickie could ask her anything more, she slipped away towards the main building of the resort complex, towing the girl behind. He watched them for a minute, his mood strangely lifted, then turned back to the soiree, where strains of classical music indicated that the meal was over. Walking towards the stairs, he glanced over his shoulder, but the pair had already disappeared into the shadows.

CHAPTER FOUR

Rickie stifled a yawn as he read the news at the dining room table, waiting for breakfast.  For some reason, he was unable to sleep last night.  The brief interaction with the pair by the pool seemed to be pushed to the forefront of his mind.Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the haunting notes of a flute juxtaposed with the high-pitched cries of bats, and saw a pair of chocolate eyes.

‘Eh,’ he thought, ‘it’s not like I’ll ever see them again.’  They were many kilometres away; he was now at the family villa outside the city of Kuching.  If he walked to the dining room windows, there would be a view of nothing but the bright blues of the South China Sea, not the cool green darkness and teeming wildlife of Gunung Mulu.

As his father was wheeled into the room, Rickie stood and walked to his father’s side.  The stroke that had robbed him of his mobility was evidenced by the noticeable thinness of his left limbs; nevertheless his blue eyes, passed down to his son, still brimmed with intelligence.

“Selamat pagi, Father.How are you?” Rickie said as he leaned down to hug the older man.

“I’m not quite ready for squash, son, but soon”, he smiled his lopsided grin.  It never failed to give Rickie a pang when he saw his once-active father reduced to this existence, but the fact that his father maintained a positive attitude and was still on this earth was a source of wonder as well.

As his father's assistant JoAnne placed a napkin on the senior Ahmad's lap and adjusted his plate, Rickie walked back to his place, and sat down.  Immediately, the staff brought his typical breakfast of nasi lemak, with its fragrant rice, spicy sambal, and eggs.  He looked at his father and his much simpler fare: scrambled eggs.  Rickie thanked the staff as they placed a basket of piping hot puri bread and a carafe of western-style coffee between them.

“I can’t see what’s wrong with having a little kick in my food”, grumbled his dad as JoAnne poured cups for all three of them and sat down next to him.  After a short period of eating, he looked up at his son.

“How are things at the office?”

“Current output of our primary fields is at 85% of maximum.  We should have no problems fulfilling our current orders.  On the distribution side, several of our roads were damaged in the storms last March, and repairs should take another month or so to complete.”  Rickie took a sip of his coffee, already feeling more awake and ready to face the world.


“Ever since PETRONAS gave us the FLNG contract, I’ve realized that our interests may be coming under international scrutiny,” the elder Ahmad said, “so we need to make sure that the completion of Compliant Tower # 3 offshore is completed with a minimum of errors.”  He wiped his mouth on a snowy damask napkin, and fixed his eyes on his son.

“Now for more important information.  How was the party last night?  Meet any potential fiancĂ©es?” Rickie focused on his father, a protest forming on his lips.  At twenty-nine, he hardly felt like settling down; In fact, he had hoped to return back to his agent position until it became clear that his father would never fully recover from his stroke.

He prepared his denial, but surprised himself by saying, “I met someone interesting by the pool”.




[Exploratory oil rig, Balai oilfields outside Sarawak]

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Prince and His Harem - Ch 1 & 2

CHAPTER ONE
The sound of tinkling glasses and the low murmur of conversation reached his ears as he leaned over the balcony of the resort and looked out over Miri.  Rickie Ahmad, former BKN agent, sighed as he lifted the champagne flute to his lips.

It had been approximately six months since he was released from his duties at the National Security Division following the sudden collapse of his father.  As a direct descendant of Sultan Omar Ali Saifuddin, he had returned home to the East Malaysian state of Sarawak to maintain the family oil fields and other businesses while his father recovered.  Not as exciting, perhaps, as his former position; nevertheless, there was a certain cutthroat feeling to the business dealings, particularly with China.  The day to day operations were interesting enough, he mused, to keep him on his toes a while longer.

What bored him to tears, however, were the social appearances he was required to attend as a member of the upper echelon of Malaysian society.  Today, it was a birthday party for a local socialite, held at a 5-star resort near the Mulu Caves.  By the time the bell had rung for dinner, he had already been approached as a potential partner by much of the single female contingent, and propositioned by some of the married set as well.  Whether for dancing, business, or functions of a more private nature, women tended to flock to him wherever he went.

He took off his tuxedo jacket, carelessly draped it over a chair, and inhaled deeply to catch the scent of the rainforest.  He slowly released his breath and waited for the sounds of the surrounding rainforest to relax him further.

As he finished the champagne and placed the glass on a nearby table, his ears picked up a series of flute-like notes drifting through the air.  Following the faint sounds, he looked out over the pool area towards a maintenance building discretely hidden behind some sago palms.  He made the decision to follow the haunting notes, and turned to walk downstairs. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and glanced back in time to see a small feminine figure in a waitress outfit skirt the edge of the pool towards the building.  Almost as soon as she disappeared behind the palms, the music abruptly stopped.

Wondering about this new development, Rickie headed towards the staircase.

[Miri National Park]

CHAPTER TWO

Wait until I get my hands on you, Meaghan thought as she hurried to the pool. Bad enough that she had to bring her kid sister to work today, but now Tina had apparently slipped away from the laundry room and was wandering the grounds. This temp job was important to keep her sister fed and clothed, and the thought that her supervisor would find out about Tina terrified her.

Since their parents disappeared during a business trip over a year ago, Meaghan Torno had been working odd jobs to take care of her little sister. Her job as an administrative assistant didn't pay all that much, especially when combined with the costs of raising her sister. Already, she felt older than her twenty-five years. Her ethereal sister, who preferred to wander the forest rather than attend school, was her sole family now, and she was desperate to protect her.

She found her, sitting on a large stone dragon like some fairy creature, playing her seruling. She stopped a moment to listen to the trilling notes, then made a hissing sound.

“Tina!”

At the sound, the blonde-haired teen stopped playing, and turning, saw her sister.

“Kakak (older sister)!” she cried, as she launched herself smiling into her older sister’s arms, “I almost called down a hornbill!”

“You were supposed to stay in the laundry room,” Meaghan admonished, her resolve weakening in the face of her sister’s happiness. “We need to go back before you are seen.” Tina’s face clouded for a minute, then cleared. “Ok.” The ten-year gap between never felt wider as Meaghan looked at those innocent blue eyes.

She grasped the teen’s hand and stepped around the building. Right into the solid chest of a man, who had apparently come around the side of the building and had stood, waiting for their appearance. She winced, afraid to look up, releasing her sister’s hand. Tina quickly stepped back.

[Royal Mulu Resort, inspiration for the party location]

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Please Ring The Bell Twice (TWDrama) Episode One

We open up with a flashback to the year 2003, where a deadly influenza virus was sweeping the country.  Most people are wearing face masks to protect themselves, and our heroine is no different.  She is Zheng Xiao Xiang (Janine Chang). She gets on an elevator, but just as the doors are about to close, someone calls out and she forces the doors to reopen.  Enter a tall man in a blue jacket, also sporting a face mask. As if you couldn't tell who's who, her mask is pink; his mask is blue.Suddenly the elevator jerks to a halt, throwing Xiao Xiang against him.  The first thing she notices is his linked-ring necklace; the next thing is the only feature she can see of his face - his eyes.  Cue Voiceover:

"Above the mask, those bright and handsome eyes gave me a feeling of warmth."

He gives her reassurance that she appreciates; nevertheless, she has a death grip on the elevator railing.  She has an inner monologue where she chastises herself for smiling widely at her fellow passenger, even though it is covered up by her face mask.

In the meantime, Security is aware of the situation via CCTV, and they send a maintenance worker to check out the situation.  Other people are waiting in the lobby, grumbling that their client may be too impatient to wait for them.

So we think that everything is cool so far, then he just HAS to say this, "I hope we don't run out of oxygen." It's the wrong thing to say as the elevator suddenly slips downward a short distance and stops again.  Xiao Xiang relinquishes her hold on the railing, ending up clinging to the mysterious man's pant leg, and begins to cry. He squats down and pats her head reassuringly; she relaxes her hold and they sit down on the floor together.

She apologizes for panicking; he advises her that it's better to smile than to cry, since smiling calms you and give you courage. He takes her lipstick and draws a goofy smile on her mask, complete with a bucktooth; she is still scared that the elevator is going to fall, so he tells her to look into his eyes at her reflection. (I'm thinking she probably has a mirror in her purse, but why bother when you can look into Peter Ho's eyes up close and personal?)

In an adorable scene, she reciprocates, drawing a smile on his mask and allowing him to look deep into her eyes.  The connection and relief it gives is too much for Xiao xiang, who then collapses on the floor, thinking "If I never get out of this elevator, I'm thankful I am not alone."  The man starts pounding on the elevator door; the sound is picked up by several mechanics who force the doors open.  She is lifted out of the narrow opening and stretched out on the floor.  Everyone is staring at her, wondering if she needs CPR or mouth-to-mouth breathing, but no one is willing to remove their respective masks and assist her.  Only one man is brave enough; Wan Ke Jie (Na Wi Xun), pulls off his mask, causing a gasp from everyone one else. As everyone mumbles about the virus, he decides helping people is good karma, and proceeds to liplock Xiao Xiang.

Meanwhile, our mysterious elevator man has climbed out as well and is watching the unfolding scene in the foyer.  He strides over, yanks the would-be rescuer off of the unconscious woman and has several people pick her up and take her outside for a trip to the hospital.  Mr. Hot Elevator tosses a glare at Mr. Hot Rescuer and walks out of the building.

The television news is all about the epidemic, with reporters camped out in front of the hospital where victims have been quarantined.  The epidemic is such that the entire hospital entrance is covered by "Do Not Cross" yellow tape and dozens of people with signs. The reporters are there to document a brave American-born Chinese photographer who is willing to enter the hospital and document the effects of the epidemic.  It is our Mr. Hot Elevator, now identified as Ren Jia Kai (Peter Ho).  On his way past the crowds and reporter, an older woman presses a photo of her daughter into his hands and tearfully asks him to track her down and tell her that her mom was waiting and to be strong.  He soothes her and proceeds to the front entrance, where he is met by a group of people in head-to-toe hazardous material suits.  Unfortunately, there are no additional suits available outside for our intrepid reporter.  His solution?  To spray himself with disinfectant and call it his "protectant robe". He chats amiably for a moment, then proceeds inside.

Wandering around, he takes photos of the hospital workers, some bustling about, some sleeping from exhaustion. 

The narration continues.  It turns out that our elevator lady somehow got infected with the virus, and has now been in quarantine for the past seven days.  She doesn't remember much about the incident, or how she got to the hospital. As she draws pictures and thinks about her plight, there is a knock on the door.  It's Jia Kia, now completely envelope in a hazmat suit and face mask.  He requests that she allow him to take photographs; she petulantly says no, flounces off and yanks her hospital curtain closed. He appeals to her, stating she can tell her loved ones how she is doing.  It turns out that she is the girl in the photograph; he gives her the photo and the message from her mom, causing her to cry. She agrees to be photographed; he thanks her and sets up his camera lens. As she covers her face with her hand to wipe away her tears, he suddenly realizes she's the girl from the elevator!  He explains how her attempted rescuer was also quarantined and more than likely gave her the virus.  She rails against God, then wonders how the photographer knew of this.  He identifies himself as the other party in the elevator by drawing an imaginary smile across his face mask.  She attempts to push him out the door, calling him an idiot for volunteering to enter the quarantine area, citing the dangers.  He resists and shows her the picture of her and her mom.

"Who is this? This is your mom, who loves you the most. She is waiting for your photograph. Do you want her to see your sad face? We can sigh and live in pain or we can trust that the doctors and treatments will make us better."

She thinks about it, makes a smile sign with her hand, hands him the camera and tells him to start taking pictures. Before he begins, he offers her a boon.  Her response, "Go out with me..."  He is taken aback, even more so when she adds, "Or get on your knees and propose!"  After a moment, she relents to the comical deer-in-the-headlights looks, she concedes, "How about if you visit me evert day I'm in quarantine."  Now THAT he readily agrees to, and they begin the photograpyhy session. She narrates, "In a time of despair, you brought me courage. Thank you."  A rally outside has the people sending smiley-faced balloons past the windows of the hospital.

Time skip, and Xiao Xiang is now released from the hospital. She heads back to the original office building, hoping to see the photographer.  She believes she can recognize him, even though they never exchanged names. With each guy she sees in the building, she uses her hands to block the lower part of his face. Not finding him, she continues through the lobby.  Then, suddenly she sees him walk past...yes! It's him!  As she starts walking towards the photographer, her arm is grabbed, she is spun around, and ends up looking at a stranger. "It's me, it's me!" he says, but she doesn't recognize him, and turns back, just in time to see a young, pretty girl throw herself in the photographer's willing arms. Xiao Xiang stops short, and turns away, only to be accosted by the stranger. He identifies himself as the man who attempted to rescue her (and who gave her the virus), Wan Ke Jie, and they shake hands.

Ren Jia Kai has arrived at his hospital photo exhibit, gratified to see so many people looking at his work.  One of the admirers asked for the price on one of the pieces, but it's not for sale.  Jia Kai looks at it; it's the elevator girl doing a countdown with her hands.  He looks at the montage and smiles then becomes thoughtful.  He contacts the hospital and asks them to relay an invitation to his exhibit to Xiao Xiang, since he still doesn't know her name.

She receives the phone call while she is with Ke Jie, celebrating their release from the hospital with sparklers and an outside dinner.

The next day, Jia Kai is pacing inside the exhibit hall, wondering if she is going to stop by.  Hearing a motorcycle, he turns and sees her alighting from it.  He gives a big smile and hurries towards the door, at least until he realizes she's not along.  The motorcycle driver is Ke Jie.  Jia Kai is further crestfallen and turns away when she kisses Ke Jie goodbye and promises to call later.  After schooling his expression, he turns back. She walks past him into the exhibit, then, realizing someone is behind her, turns around.  She crosses her palms and blocks the lower half of his face, focusing on his eyes.  Yep, he's that hot elevator guy alright. They both smile widely at each other, happy to be see each other full in the face for the first time. They pass a few inane and awkward comments back and forth, both unable to stop smiling, and then stroll through the exhibit.  She complements him, stating "you show your real feelings through your lens."  He counters, "My real feelings, can you feel them?"  Xiao Xiang wonders if there is a deeper meaning to his words, but remembers that he already has a girlfriend.  She comments on how cute her montage of numbers is. Jia Kai tries again, "A camera is like a mirror to the truth, that capture's a photographer's deepest feelings. If the photographer believes it to be beautiful, it will naturally come out beautiful". He gets ready to tell her how he feels, then remembers the motorcycle kiss and changes his mind.  Ack!

Since they both remember each other in the arms of another person, their conversation breaks down into a promise to live happily ever after. They both are almost in tears; she thanks him but says she has to leave.  He nods, unable to speak, and they turn away.  Suddenly, Xiao Xiang turns back and says:
"Thank you for your words of encouragement in the elevator, and for keeping your promise to visit me every day in quarantine.  The words you gave me then gave me a lot of courage, and I will never forget those words."  With that, she reaches out to shake hands.  He looks at her for a moment, then envelopes her in a hug. After a moment, he gives her some final words. "Even with what Fate hands us, we always still have a choice."  The expressions on their faces when the other can't see them are sad, almost as though they already know they are soul mates but that nothing can be done about it.  As they break away, they both smile at each other; she runs out the door and he stands, silently grieving next to her photographs.

Another time skip, this one of three year's duration.  The narration explains that she and Ke Jie have been dating (no fireworks, but stable and calm) for a while, and she is content.  So much so that, during a movie, he proposes and she accepts.  The happy couple celebrates with their best friends, who are waiting for the imminent birth of their first child.

The next scene shows a driver falling asleep at the wheel.  Oh no, this can only be bad.  Sure enough, the married couple is involved in an accident.

The newly-engaged pair receive the call while they are on their way home.  Xiao Xiang comments, "Our wedding had yet to receive blessings before the nightmare bell tolled."   Turns out the husband was killed instantly and the wife dies while the baby is delivered by emergency caesarian section. Xiao Xiang and Ke Jie decide to adopt the little girl, nicknamed "Duo Duo", thus becoming parents before they were married.  Xiao Xiang becomes a housewife, burying herself in raising the child and maintaining the household.

The years pass quickly, and we see family events as the child grows into a little girl of 5. Xiao Xiang works part time at her mother's vegetable stall.  Her mother nags her, asking her why they've never married since she looks older and older as the time passes.  Mom clearly wants grandkids to spoil, and pushes Xiao Xiang to tears. Unbeknownst to her mother, Ke Jie had recently explained that he was tired of their 'bad luck' relationship and he was leaving them, going so far as to approve an orphanage if Xiao Xiang didn't want Duo Duo. The argument degenerated and Ke Jie left their house.  Unfortunately, it was overheard by Duo Duo, who silent cried behind the door.  Back to the present, the mom is still going on and on about the marriage, finally winding down when Xiao Xiang bursts into loud crying and tells her they have broken up.

Now we see what Jia Kai has been doing during this time, as a beautiful woman receives his phone call and walks past wedding shots of the two of them. They agree to meet this afternoon. All is not rosy, though, when it turns out they are filing their divorce papers at the local magistrate's office. As they sullenly sit there, waiting for their number to come up and sniping at each other, we see that Xiao Xiang is there too.

The "happy" couple's number is called, and they start the paperwork as the clerk cuts their ID cards in half.  As they stand and face each other after the filing, the now ex-wife kisses him on the cheek, leading to an embarrassing moment when the announcer mistakenly tells everyone that they are married.

Xiao Xiang finally reaches a clerk, and tells her she wants to legally change her name. When she hears the announcer, she begins to clap; only to stop when she finds out it's a divorce. She stares at the retreating pair, not recognizing Jia Kai.  The clerk has to repeat her new name - Chen Qi Han - several times until she turns back.  Leaving the building, she walks down the sidewalk talking to herself, and steps out into traffic into the path of a car.  With a honk of the horn, the car screeches to a halt.  Startled, Xiao Xiang drops her newly-minted identity into a street drain.  The driver jumps out - none other that Jia Kai himself.  He asks if she's okay, but she only spits out, "You made me drop my new ID!"  Clearly, they don't recognize each other.  They argue back and forth, until he suddenly asks, "have we ever met before?"  Ooh, does this mean there's a spark of recognition?

Unfortunately, Xiao Xiang thinks it's a pickup line and answers with her new name, which he doesn't recognize. During their arguing back and forth, he says "you can live your life slovenly and sigh, or live it with smiles."  He receives a phone call and turns away, but not before she remembers similar words from a certain Tyvek-clad photographer...she turns and looks earnestly at his face while he's talking to the caller, sees the necklace, uses her hands to block his face like she did seven years before and suddenly realizes who he is. At the same time, he becomes aware of her staring and starts to look at her as well.  Xiao Xiang turns her face away and starts to walk away, but now he wants to look at her face too.  This starts a little hide-and-seek action where she drops her head to cover her face with her hair, now much longer than when they first met. During this exchange, she accidently bumps his arm, sending his cell phone flying into the same grate that her new ID card is located. She breaks free and runs to the subway stairs, looking back with chagrin that he doesn't recognize her.  She shakes off her maudlin thoughts and heads to the subways to pick up her daughter.

The daycare is a bright yellow building, but inside things are not going smoothly.  Most of the children are flowers and bunnies; a lone girl sits on a counter with angel wings and a magic wand.  One of the boy-bunnies tries to take the wings but she brushes him off and jumps off the counter.  He runs to the teacher, who looks an awful lot like the girl that hugged Jia Kai all those years ago.

Xiao Xiang and Duo Duo are walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk.  Mom asks, "Why do you dress like Duo Duo the Magician, when all the other kids are cute bunnies and flowers?" Duo Duo's response?  "I have to find the magic card to avoid disasters."  She wants to magically get Daddy to come back home.  Xiao Xiang tells her that they'll visit him at his new place and try to convince him to come home. Duo Duo perks up at that.

That night, the pair go to a extended-stay hotel and knock expectantly on the door.  Ke Jie opens it, but he is clearly not happy to see them.  Duo Duo hugs his legs and tells him she misses him, and when can he come home?  Then from behind steps...another woman?

And apparently one that Xiao Xiang recognizes: Tang Ming Xin, his former girlfriend. They begin to argue, with two witnesses listening in: Ming Xin and Duo Duo.  The argument leads nowhere, and ultimatel Ming Xin leads Ke Jie back inside and shuts the apartment door, leaving Duo Duo pounding on it yelling for Daddy while Xiao Xiang cries.

And who is that walking down the hallway?  Why, it's none other than Ren Jia Kai!  He witnesses the two at the door. Xiao Xiang finally can't stand it anymore and bodily picks up Duo Duo and runs from the apartment, only to fall at Jia Kai's feet, child and all.  He helps them both up, then recognizes her from the street previously. In that brief moment of recognition, Duo Duo runs back and begins pounding on the door again.  A brief shot inside shows a tormented Ke Jie, listening to his daughters cries.

  * based on that face, something else is going on *

As she drags Duo Duo back from the door again, Jia Kai grabs Xiao Xiang's arm, advising her to calm down.  Kneeling at eye level with Duo Duo, he tries to charm her into smiling.  Failing that, he grabs some convenient sweets off a trolley, paying the surprised waitress, and telling Duo Duo she can have them if she'd just smile. She tries, although she's still upset.  Last resort?  Tickling!  And Jia Kai's antics work.  He gives the cakes to Xiao Xiang, and picks up Duo Duo to walk them to his room.  Setting her down, he tells her to have some cake and turns to look at Xiao Xiang.