Chapter 133
Seoul, Korea
Stage C
Lucien stood back, looking around the crowded set, keeping an eye out for trouble.
President Pan Jin stood with Lucien with a mobile phone in hand, getting photos from set for a behind the scenes exclusive at Dae-Ho’s request since he was offsite today. When she was really getting was photos and video of the crew for Will since he was still trying to facilitate Evie and Murai’s request to catalog every person Myo Mi-Sun had ever worked with and see where it overlapped.
That was so much easier said than done since so many had the same name, it seemed. Will was hoping pictures would help organize the mess of data before the bored parents of the woman he loved got tired of waiting and headed to South Korea to check on his progress personally.
Will didn’t want that because it’d mean Lula wouldn’t fall into bed with him again if he parents were around to judge her scandalous actions.
There were only two more scenes that needed shot that day, then Myo Mi-Sun was taking a long weekend so her spoiled brat of a co-star could reshoot three of his scenes the set was needed for without her.
Lula terrified Hwang Sang-Hee so he was staying as far away from her as possible when she was around.
To Lucien’s disappointment, it had been rather anticlimactic on set…
He wished he could say the same about their suite, but he couldn’t.
Things were complicated behind closed doors, but it wasn’t because of a stalker.
Will purchased an arms (weapons) company just so he could fire the salesman that worked for the company because he had disrespected the woman he loved. That, in turn, caused Rising Moon Technologies’ Board of Directors to question what their Chairman was doing even more than they already were, and it required many meetings that got heated over the phone.
Though, if Will wouldn’t have turned the procured company over to Lula to do as she saw fit with, the Board of Directors wouldn’t have cared.
They hated Lula Yasuhiro and the power and control she had over William Lee and Rising Moon Technologies.
Having to listen to Lula and Will argue about him fighting with his Board of Directors was grating on Lucien’s nerves. But it was a reprieve compared to the b*tching his sister was still doing behind closed doors about their brother’s unprofessional nature with their client.
Lucien had woken the other day to find Kita and Rain sleeping on the floor by the windows; she was using his lap as a pillow and he was protectively spooning her as much as he could, using her hip as a pillow. Lucien didn’t know what happened, or why the fridge was empty, but the stack of dirty dishes in the sink and covering the counter suggested Seon Rain had another of her cooking frenzies.
What Lucien was more irritating than finding his brother cuddling with their client was the fact Lucien didn’t get to eat any of what Rain cooked, and that Kita had used duct tape to secure around Dae-Ho and Lucien’s bedroom door to keep the smell out so he didn’t have to share.
“Cut!” the director shouted before kicking a chair, sending it crashing into a craft services table. “Even I know those aren’t the lines!”
Myo Mi-Sun stepped back away from her costar, and the background actors reset their positions for the next take.
Hwang Sang-Hee glared at his costar. “A real star can improvise a line-”
“Not when you are improvising the entire scene because you didn’t read the script again!” the Director shouted. “You are the male lead, so lead!”
Hwang Sang-Hee shook his head. “No one can remember these lines. The script is sh*t. She’s a freak that has a photographic memory,” he argued, if that was reason enough for him to be allowed to make it up as he goes along.
The Director wasn’t amused. “Line?” he called out, looking for the Script Coordinator.
The man was missing from set again.
“A concern?” Lula asked, her voice echoing in Lucien and Kita’s ear pieces.
Lucien softly snorted. “He’s in the bathroom again. He ate something that didn’t agree with him, and he’ll most likely require medical attention for dehydration if it doesn’t stop,” he explained.
Kita looked from Lucien to Rain; she was looking at him for instruction in case it was a security risk.
“It isn’t fair to you,” Kita said, reciting the needed lines, stealing everyone’s attention. “The uncertainty of not knowing when or if I will return. How many nights will you sit looking out the window at the moon, wondering if I will ever return to you. How many nights will you cry yourself to sleep because I am not there?”
Rain wiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek. “One or a thousand, they will all roll into one until you return,” she said, reciting the next lines. “Day and night will cease to exist or mean anything to me, because they mean nothing unless you are by my side.”
“I will always be with you, even if only in heart,” he said.
She hastily wiped away the tears staining her cheeks. “You have always been in my heart and will forever be in it. From the first moment I found myself in your arms, you found yourself in my heart and I hated you for that.”
“But you cannot hate me in the least, can you?”
“It pains me to even think it,” she whispered with a shudder, another tear rolling down her cheek.
“And scene!” The Director called out before applauding, and the Producer did as well.
Many of the women on set were swooning over the handsome man that effortlessly took their breath away with a few lines, that was able to make a lackluster script something special. And others were wiping away the tears that gathered in their eyes.
“Not even an actor and yet he knows your lines and delivered them better than you have,” the Director scathingly said. “Figure it out while everyone else lunches. Be back in an hour!” he shouted.
Myo Mi-Sun offered a small bow then headed over to her bodyguard and he motioned for her to lead the way.
Never had scripted lines made her tear up like that before; they were real tears, not stage tears.
Never had scripted lines caused her heart to clench in her chest and caused her to get lightheaded and breathless…
It wasn’t the words or the script that moved her to tears and broke her heart, it was that they were coming from Kita that caused them to affect her so. He didn’t mean them, and if being a bodyguard didn’t pan out for him, being a leading man could in her professional opinion.
“What in the hell was that?” Lula demanded.
Kita ignored her complaint and opened the trailer door for Rain then followed her inside, closing the door behind them.
Lucien waited for Lula to join him then stopped her from following the others into the trailer. “We helped Seon Rain run lines, nothing more,” he explained, though he was lying about it being nothing to worry about. “The screenwriter had to revise a few scenes because of production delays and the Director complaining about aspects of the script that weren’t working for him. With that came new lines for Rain to memorize.”
Lula gave him a look. “That doesn’t explain why Kitty has them memorized,” she argued.
“No, no it does not,” Lucien agreed, looking to the closed trailer door.
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