Chapter 29
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
“This is a new development, but not one I am blindsided by,” Lula admitted, opening her laptop. “Chairman Hu gave me the gist of what happened that caused the filming delays with Myo Mi-Sun’s current project. However,” she quickly added when Kita’s nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “he did not mention an assault. If he would have, I would have informed you of it so I didn’t have to deal with this side of you now. I will track down the source of this story and do the needful, and see if I can find a trend. A good P.R. campaign will prove useful, and the irony is it was launched yesterday, before this story hit.”
Kita looked from his sister to the laptop she slid over to him.
On the screen was an internet browser with multiple tabs open; each tab was a tabloid or gossip site, a few blogs, and two major news affiliates. Each had the same story on it, only customized to their viewers, and pictures of a smiling young woman dressed as a fireman and riding a firetruck. The headlines varied, but their theme was the same: Myo Mi-Sun was giving back to the community and those that risk their lives every day.
“I can have it picked up nationally if you like with merely a call,” Lula said.
“Why did you do this?” he asked, suspicious. “What prompted it?”
“The news van you secured,” she admitted. “Chairman Hu mentioned that particular team was led by a former talent of NuStarr and was a onetime friend of Myo Mi-Sun. I looked into it and Ong Se-Ri, the former talent, has been a rather reoccurring thorn in the side of Myo Mi-Sun’s career. They were tipped off that she would be there. How? I have not figured out just yet. But it was obvious that they were sent there for a reason, and it wasn’t for a positive story. We need to be careful, Brother, because I fear she is being watched more closely then I initially thought.”
Kita nodded his agreement.
The simple protection detail was proving to be anything but, and they were only on day one. If the trend continued, none of them would survive because the odds were seemingly stacking up against them.
“What’s on your mind?” Lula asked after a while; she was patiently watching her brother look through each article she was responsible for.
“Do you have to ask?” he retorted.
“I ask because I do not know,” she pointed out the obvious. “Luci is an open book. I am a book that I allow which pages you are permitted to read. But you, Kitty, are written in a foreign dialect that no one can read.”
“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, pulling up a new search window on the laptop.
She ignored his complaint as usual. “You were ready to head home with your head hung in shame, once more. But then you returned smelling of vile instant noodle and, what I can only describe as, canned dog food ready to take on the entire South Korean actors’ guild. I am at a loss, Brother. Your mood swings are apparently mirroring those of your charge-”
“Watch what you say about Seon Rain,” he warned, looking up at her. “I have heard enough bad mouthing of her today, and if I have to hear the same from my own sister I might lose my temper.”
Lula’s eyes widened; that was a first. “Again, you are scaring me, Brother.”
“Then live in fear.”
She laughed. “That was short lived. What are you looking for?” she asked.
Kita turned the laptop around and pushed it over to her. “I suggest you take a closer look at Hwang Sang-Hee and his manager Jang Min. I find it extremely coincidental that the story hitting the tabloids feature pictures of him, but not the pictures of him striking his co-star. The story paints him as a victim and yet his victim is being vilified. That is much too coincidental, don’t you agree?”
Lula smirked. “Brother, as usual I am two steps ahead of you. Though, I think they waited too long to drop their story because mine was already making headlines. Now he just looks desperate for attention.”
Kita smirked in return. “If you feel the need to air all of his dirty laundry and ruin his career, you have my blessing,” he said with a bow. “If he touches my charge again, it will be his body we will be hiding.”
“That is something we can agree on, Brother,” she said cheerful said.
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