Chapter 108
Seoul, Korea
The Gangnam District
Dae-Ho flipped through the remaining schedule for the day. “We are going to be late,” he said. “You stayed too damn long at the last event.”
Rain pouted.
“We will not be late,” Kita said, seemingly running interference for her. “Lucien, take care of it.”
Lucien smirked and slid his sunglasses on then gunned it.
Dangerously he weaved in and out of traffic, taking corners irresponsibly fast. The only thing keeping those in the backseat from sliding into each other were their seatbelts.
“That was not what I meant,” Kita dryly informed his baby brother, and Lucien smiled wide.
“You cannot stay late at this one, regardless of how many people are there,” Dae-Ho warned. “Make sure you get candid shots that show the amount of people, not close ups.”
Pan Ji nodded from the other side of the backseat. She checked the batteries in the camera she was given as part of her equipment for the fan club and flipped through the pictures she took at the last event.
“Get pictures of everyone, including staff and those lingering back, especially those that don’t appear as if they want photographed,” Kita instructed her.
The next event would be the most out in the open and posed multiple security risks they couldn’t remedy before the scheduled meeting.
“That is all I have been getting pictures of,” Pan Jin assured him. “Mister Dae-Ho promised he’d get the up close ones with his phone so nothing is missed and it’d give me new content to update the fan page with.”
Dae-Ho gave her two thumbs up.
While Lula was handling William Lee’s security needs, increasing his security detail and helping to resolve the breech at the hotel, Lucien was taking a field role instead of just that of the driver.
He wasn’t complaining.
Lucien didn’t mind field work, especially with the potential risk for their client at the moment. It meant he might get to shoot someone!
There was no denying he was Evie Blanchar’s child.
“After this, what do we have?” Rain asked before her stomach started grumbling.
Kita pulled two peel sausages from his inside jacket pocket and offered them to her. “Eat before your growling stomach scares your new fan club president,” he said.
Rain giggled, ripping into one of the peel sausage then took a big bite; she was starving. “Thank you. This is so good,” she moaned. “You are my favorite person ever!”
He shook his head, looking out the side window so she didn’t see his small smile.
“If you’re hungry I have some stuff in my bag,” Pan Jin offered, grabbing her backpack.
“No!” Kita snapped at her, startling the young woman. “Myo Mi-Sun only eats what’s been approved by security. Never give her food or drink, lotion or lip balm, nothing unless it’s been approved by security. Do not eat or drink or touch anything with sesame in it when in her presence either. Do you understand?” he demanded.
Quickly Pan Jin nodded, her eyes wide.
Kita terrified her.
Lucien rolled his eyes then pulled one of the epinephrine injection pens from his inside jacket pocket and tossed it to her. “Keep it on you always when you are around Myo Mi-Sun. Do you know what that is?”
Pan Jin picked up the yellow tube and looked it over. “It’s for allergic reactions… You’re allergic to sesame?!” she asked in a panic, looking to the woman sitting in the middle of the backseat.
Rain was devouring one of the peel sausages Kita have given her, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around her.
“Cousin is. Once we’re done with this signing we can grab something to eat before heading to the next two,” Dae-Ho said. “I did warn you all that once her shooting schedule gets back to normal we’ll be busy. Blame the red carpet takeover for the influx of requests. Not to mention, the New President of the Myo Mi-Sun Fan Club is rather proficient with stirring up interest online for our little red carpet queen,” he cooed.
Pan Jin blushed; that was the greatest compliment anyone had ever given her.
Saying they were busy was an understatement.
That day they hit the road shortly after sunrise and hadn’t stopped yet.
They had already done five different signings and meet and greets for different organizations—a children’s non-profit, a military veterans group, and a youth with disabilities organization to name a few. Those ones took longer than Dae-Ho would have liked, but his cousin loved them so he had to suffer through it. They had some interviews with various news affiliates and magazines to do before they called it a day.
Seon Rain loved the non-profit types of events more than the media interviews. Those she shared the big and small screens with never took the time to visit with those that don’t have the opportunities that they have. Visiting orphanages, spending time with veterans, and painting pottery and having tea with those with disabilities made Rain so very grateful for everything she has been given in her life.
It kept Myo Mi-Sun humble, Dae-Ho explained when Lula asked if it was a necessity to have these events on the schedule.
“Mister Dae-Ho,” Pan Jin asked in a quiet voice. “When do we announce, or can I post, a video on the fan club account about being the new president?” she sheepishly asked.
Dae-Ho groaned; he completely forgot about that.
Rain smacked her cousin. “You are horrible!” she scolded. “I thought you already did that! You are the worst assistant ever!”
He made a mocking face.
“The pictures and video from the night of the red carpet,” Kita started, “when you were offered the job, you did not post? The ones with you and Seon Rain and William Lee?” he asked, curious.
Pan Jin’s blush deepened. “I wanted to post them, but it was only right to get permission first. After what I said about Myo Mi-Sun, it was unforgiveable-”
“You thought Myo Mi-Sun would recant the offer of employment,” Lucien finished for her, and she nodded. “Korea’s sweetheart would never, and she did not take it personally what you said. She is a professional and credit to her industry. My brother, on the other hand, took it personal.”
Kita glared at him.
Rain sighed, shaking her head, well aware a fight was about to start between the two in the front seat. “Do I have any food in my teeth?” she asked, getting in Dae-Ho’s face, with a teeth-baring, face-consuming smile.
“No, but your breath stinks like peel sausage,” he complained, handing her a tin of mints.
Rain glared at him, popping some mints in her mouth. “Ready to announce to the world your new role?” she asked the young woman sitting on the other side of her.
Pan Jin smoothed her hair down and pinched her cheeks to make them slightly rosier.
Lucien looked in the review mirror to the three getting ready to post a video message to the traffic behind them and his nostrils flared and jaw clenched.
Oblivious to the threat Lucien saw behind them, Dae-Ho put his mobile phone on a steady stick and stuck it between the front seats so all three in the backseat were in the shot. “Recording in three-two-one,” he counted down before hitting record.
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