Chapter 25
Seoul, Korea
Convenience Store
Kita looked through the limited selection of over the counter medicines and toiletries while Rain took her time scrubbing up in the bathroom.
“Damn it,” he hissed, pulling his mobile phone out and dialed.
“Where are you?” Lula asked, groggily.
“Nowhere in your dossier did it state that Seon Rain was allergic to sesame seeds,” he snapped at her. “You are slipping.”
Lula groaned. “If it isn’t public record or information provided by Chairman Hu then it wouldn’t have been included in the dossier I complied. You know that. Hacking medical records costs extra, but is highly frowned upon for obvious reasons. Where are you, Brother?”
“Ten blocks west of the hotel at a convenience store,” he said. “You can trace my phone easily enough.”
“I did and that is why I am asking,” she dryly informed him. “Seon Rain isn’t in her room, so that leads me to believe she is with you. Correct? Or did she give you the slip?” she asked with a chuckle.
Kita wasn’t amused.
“Update the dossier and get each of us epinephrine to carry with us at all times,” he instructed. “Make sure the restaurants onsite are aware of her dietary restriction. Anything that comes into the suite needs screened for sesame and anything related to Sesamum. Prepare a detailed list of all names and byproducts used in food that could contain it. Check everything in the suite that we brought in to make sure it doesn’t contain anything that will hurt her. You are slipping, Sister.”
Lula groaned. “This coming from the man that allowed a small Korean girl to break his nose and assault his balls?” she retorted. “Get back before it gets too late,” she said before hanging up.
Kita replaced his phone in his pocket.
“You need to brush your teeth and floss,” Rain said. “And wash up really well.”
He looked over at her. “Why? I’m not the one allergic to sesame.”
“In case I throw myself at you again and overpower you,” she said ominously before wagging her brows. “I would die from secondhand contact.”
Kita glared at her, taking the toothbrush, toothpaste and floss she was offering him.
“Bathroom is through there,” she amusingly informed him. “I’ll wait right here.”
As much as he wanted to argue with her, she had a point even if it was under the most unrealistic circumstances possible.
“Stay here,” he warned.
Rain saluted. “Yes, Sir, Boss, Sir,” she barked out, and he rolled his eyes.
Once he was in the restroom, Rain went to the counter to pay for the toiletry items Kita was using and three bottles of hydrogen peroxide that she needed.
“Is this everything?” the clerk asked.
Rain started to nod when she noticed the stack of tabloids that were just delivered.
On the cover were pictures of Myo Mi-Sun and Hwang Sang-Hee from the set of On the Moon Swings Love. They weren’t in costume, and were running lines for the scenes that had yet to be shot.
“No, no, no,” Rain stammered and pulled one of the magazines from the stack and flipped through it until she found the rest of the article. “Please don’t be in there. Please don’t be in there,” she pleaded, looking through the spread.
The picture she was hoping wasn’t there was, in a matter of speaking.
“What is wrong?” Kita asked when a tear rolled down Rain’s cheek.
She quickly closed the magazine then looked at him with a smile. “Just the typical tabloid gossip,” she said.
The cashier snorted. “It’s terrible what that no-hack talent Myo Mi-Sun has done to poor Hwang Sang-Hee,” she said, taking the money Rain was offering her for the items she was purchasing. “Storming offset, causing delays and forcing her costars to take a leave in order to fulfill their other contractual obligations. That spoiled little brat needs to be more appreciative of the talented actors and actresses that are stuck working with her.”
Kita looked between Rain and the scathing cashier more than once; how they didn’t realize that the very person they were talking so severely of was literally standing right in front of them was beyond him.
Her disguise wasn’t that good.
“Tabloids aren’t always filled with truths,” he retorted.
The cashier snorted. “Of course you’d be a Myo Mi-Sun fan. Every man is. They just can’t see her bad acting and horrible treatment of others through her batting lashes and smile. You know her eyes are from contacts, and not natural as she argues, and her hair is from extensions and wigs from China. Even her teeth are fake, I heard.”
Rain looked at the ground and gnawed on her bottom lip. “Let’s go,” she whispered, trying to pull Kita from the store, but he wouldn’t budge.
“I am not Korean,” he said. “And I had never heard of Myo Mi-Sun until I arrived. You aren’t a fan of her work?” he pressed, curious if this was normal or not.
The young woman snorted. “No. No one has been a fan of her work since she broke Gang Moon’s heart on national television. What kind of evil wench does that to someone? The nation watched her destroy Gang Moon’s heart and soul, and for what? Ratings? Free stuff from those that sponsored the event?! It was completely unacceptable. Only a heartless creature does that. Poor Gang Moon. He never got over that humiliation and heartbreak.”
Rain shook her head and grabbed her bagged items and headed from the convenience store.
Kita watched her go and it felt as if someone had punched him in the gut.
Such hatred and jealousy, and for what? From what he could tell, Myo Mi-Sun had never done anything to warrant the scandalous stories filling the tabloids and trending online involving her. If anything, she was the victim in each but was turned into the villain for reasons he had yet to figure out.
“What?” the cashier asked.
Kita shook his head, but bit his tongue and headed from the store.
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