Ashma disconnected her phone and instantly dialled another number. She called Hak Dae-Hyun, the sweet old man who picked her up from the airport. The phone kept ringing, and after a few rings he picked up the phone.
"Hello!" said the old man.
"I am sorry to call you this early in the morning but I need a car," said Ashma in a helpless, powerless tone. She urgently needed a vehicle and she didn't want to involve her family as she was not ready to call them their family. Moreover, it was her headache and she wanted to solve it on her own as she always did.
"Okay," he sounded surprised.
She thought he didn't remember her. "I think you don't remember me."
"I remember you, ma'am. I dropped you in the Park family mansion," he said casually.
"You knew," now she sounded surprised.
"Every person in Korea knows the address of the Park family," he explained.
"Oh, but are you free? I hope I am not imposing," she said in a guilty tone.
