Chapter 137
Seoul, Korea
Stage C
Kita sat on the couch in Myo Mi-Sun’s trailer and Rain sat next to him, neither saying anything or looking at the other.
They were just words.
Lines written by a scrambling screenwriter that was trying to salvage a dumpster fire of a movie and keep their job.
It didn’t mean anything.
Rain looked over at Kita and he turned to regard her. “If personal protection doesn’t pan out, and if being a male model doesn’t work for some ungodly reason, you could make it in movies,” she said.
Kita shook his head.
Never again did he was to subject himself to that type of ungodly heartache and pain…
He honestly thought his heart was breaking with each word that left his lips because of the tears they caused to fall.
Even though they were pretend tears, he knew, didn’t make it hurt any less to cause.
“Know what we need?” Rain rhetorically asked, grabbing Pan Jin’s bag that was on the floor and pulled the laptop out and logged into it.
Kita gave her a look. “I am scared to ask,” he admitted.
“As you should be,” she said before wagging her brows, and he chuckled.
Rain pressed play then set it on Kita’s knees and cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
The screen went from black to filled with a live feed from the Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium in Japan.
A huge whale shark went swimming across the massive wall of glass with a school of fish swimming along its belly. In the background, large stingrays floated by, appearing as if they were flying through the air they were so graceful…
At that moment Rain understood why Kita found comfort and a sense of spiritual calm just watching the creatures of the ocean swim and move with grace that you couldn’t find outside of the water.
It was awe inspiring and spiritual, calming, and the perfect way to spend lunch without having to explain herself and the tears Kita caused, even if it wasn’t his fault in the least.
Kita smiled. “Yes, this is exactly what we need,” he agreed, resting his head against Rain’s and enjoyed the show.
Outside the trailer, Lula, Lucien and Pan Jin were watching various members of the crew hurry to the bathroom or throw up in the closest thing in the vicinity.
“This is gross,” Pan Jin commented before cringing when the closest production assistant started loudly heaving.
Lucien nodded his agreement. “Apparently something didn’t agree with more than just the Script Coordinator,” he said.
Lula shook her head. “This is potential threat.”
“From what I understand,” Pan Jin whispered, keeping her voice down so the lingering crew that wasn’t puking didn’t hear, “craft services is either hit or miss. The usual company that does it couldn’t make it today because of a break-in at their kitchen, so the alternate company did, and they are questionable. I’m happy I listened to Mister Dae-Ho about staying away from craft services.”
That was interesting information to know.
Pan Jin was rather good at listening and blending into the crowd. No one ever gives her a second glance, and she picks up things impressively well. She and Dae-Ho are a lot alike in that way.
“Filming will be cancelled for at least a week because of food poisoning,” Lula said with a sigh.
This film will never wrap at this rate.
Lucien hit the side of his head to try to clear it. “Will, Will, slow down. What?” he asked. “Breathe. Calm down. I can’t understand you when you speak Tamil that fast-”
Lula looked to her baby brother. “What’s wrong? What happened?” she demanded, pulling out her mobile phone to call Will’s security team that’s on site at the hotel.
“Okay… Will, please breathe. You’re going to pass out,” Lucien coached. “Okay. Okay! We’ll meet you at the runway. Give us thirty minutes.” He looked to his sister. “We have a problem, and I haven’t a clue what it is. Will and Dae-Ho are headed to the jet now.”
“What did he say?” Lula demanded.
Lucien shook his head, confused. “Something about someone killing his children?” he said with a shrug.
Lula’s eyes widened. “Oh sh*t,” she gasped then hurried into the trailer. “Grab your stuff. We head out now,” she instructed.
Kita lowered the gun that he pulled when the door opened without a knock. “What happened?”
“They targeted Will and took out his hacker children,” Lula said in a rush.
Without asking for clarification, Kita was getting to his feet and he pulled Rain to hers.
“We leave now,” Kita told Rain. “Get your things.”
Rain handed Pan Jin back her laptop. “I borrowed it.”
Pan Jin bowed. “It belongs to NuStarr so it is technically yours,” she said, putting it back in her bag. “I don’t own a laptop... I’ll catch the bus home. You guys just worry about taking care of Mister Will. It sounds important.”
Rain forced a smile that quickly fell. “What happened to Will?” she asked.
Pan Jin shrugged; she didn’t know.
“No,” Rain said. “The bus can be scary, especially with how many you’d have to take to get home. We’ll take you home first-”
“It is the opposite direction,” Kita said. “Will just lost those he considered family, Seon Rain. He needs my sister right now.”
Rain’s eyes widened; they were speaking in French so she didn’t entirely understand them before. “No!” she gasped, her hands covered her mouth and tears flooding her eyes.
Pan Jin gasped and teared up as well.
Kita looked between them; for a moment they looked like twins.
“William,” Lula said, tapping her ear piece. “William, I’m coming. Please breathe, and don’t do anything foolish. I will take care of it, I promise,” she said, tears flooding her eyes.
This was major and not something that could be delayed.
Never had Rain seen Lula upset or teary eyed, and right now she was on the verge of losing it as much as Will was.
Kita pulled something from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to Pan Jin. “Your passport. We took the liberties of getting one for you because it was needed, just in case. You will come with us to Italy, now go to the car,” he instructed.
Pan Jin’s eyes widened, taking the passport. “What?” she asked. “I’m going to Italy?”
Rain nodded, taking her hand in hers and pulled the stunned young woman from the trailer, following Lucien to the car. “We’ll call your mother from the car to let her know you’ll be going on site for work and you’ll check in with her later,” she promised. “We will go shopping in Italy because we’ll both need clothes.”
Quickly Pan Jin nodded, trying to process everything that was happening way too fast to be normal.
Her mother was going to kill her!
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