Chapter 58
Rättvik, Sweden
Sobriety House
“Were you reckless?”
“Of course not!” Ong Se-Ri snapped at her. “As usual, nothing could come back on either of us and yet I’m the one the police knocked on the door of and issued a no contact order. Each contractor has been served and cannot get within a thousand-yards of her, her family, NuStarr, or the set. Tell me, how am I supposed to report scandalous news when I cannot get within a thousand-yards of the story?”
This would force Ong Se-Ri’s retirement of reporting on Myo Mi-Sun.
“Just file an appeal,” Manager Jang Min said, as if it were obvious.
“I already have. It takes over a year to get in front of the courts,” she sneered. “If I’m lucky, that is. Apparently a fan of Myo Mi-Sun sits on a rather high court and fast tracked the paperwork and orders for her people so they are without a filing error I can exploit. Someone new, someone with very good connections and impressive security protocol, is acting her in behalf. They’ll come for your client next, especially if the truth of why he is hiding is made public. Good luck,” she sneered before hanging up.
The phone in Manager Jang Min’s hand shook slightly before she regained her composure then headed through the suite in search of her client.
It was easy to find him.
Instead of being at his group therapy session, he was lounging in a deckchair with cucumber slices on his eyes.
“This is most inconvenient,” Jang Min said. “And will prove to be costly.”
“Hmmm?” Hwang Sang-Hee absently asked. “Did you say something?”
“Pack your bags because your vacation has ended,” she said, throwing a towel at him.
“Huh?” he asked, sitting up, the cucumber slices falling from his eyes. “But I’m not cured yet!” he whined. “I could relapse at any moment.”
Jang Min glared at him. “We have a problem or twenty. The Production House will not foot the bill any longer for your sobriety vacation. They are demanding you back on set and ready to shoot Monday and on the red carpet to support the house’s most recent release.”
He whimpered. “But I’m not ready to go back yet. What if that annoying girl says something I don’t like? They won’t just let me hit her again.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “If you slap Myo Mi-Sun again or not, I don’t care. That isn’t my problem, you making money is. The people I utilize to keep your face and many indiscretions from the tabloids are no longer a viable resource I can utilize. It appears as if NuStarr is being proactive and they have sought outside resources to protect their precious Myo Mi-Sun.”
“Huh?” Hwang Sang-Hee asked, his mouth falling open. “They have someone protecting that little brat? From what? Me?! It was just a smack. Nothing to hire guards or security over. Is she making the Production House pay for it? Why does she get taken care of and they are forcing me back to Korea when I’m not sober yet?!” he whined.
Jang Min gave him a look. “Pretending to have a drinking problem is your way of getting out of contracts and off the set when you have been screwing around instead of working. Is it so hard to memorize your lines or even read a damn script?!” she shrieked, throwing a magazine at him. “That annoying little girl should not have to whisper your lines to you because you forget them, again and again. That foolish little girl keeps coming to your aid, and for what? For you to slap her in front of the crew?!”
“It was only in front of the makeup artist and wardrobe girl,” he reminded her, as if she’d forgotten. “And you clicking photos with your phone from the back as usual. You were there, why are you making such a big deal out of this? Why are they?” he whined, kicking his feet like a toddler throwing a fit.
“Why?” Jang Min asked. “Why now? Gang Moon and Gok Soo created another lovely box office flop and they desperately need something that will save their bottom line again. And that savior they think will be On the Moon Swings Love. Anything Myo Mi-Sun touches turns to box office gold, and they need gold right now. And you need gold. You cannot handle another scandal. And if the little brat suddenly thinks she has a backbone because she has security guards now, and tells the world what really happened between you two-”
“Who would believe her?” he scoffed. “Even her annoying cousin doesn’t know what really happened. Fat boy was off getting her food as usual.”
“If Myo Mi-Sun tries to tell what truly transpired between you two on set, it would come back on you either way, proven or not,” she reminded him. “You cannot afford any type of negative P.R. right now, do you understand? Get packed, and on the flight back to Seoul work on memorizing your lines for the final scenes you need to film. Do you understand?”
Hwang Sang-Hee whined, kicking his feet again. “But I don’t want to,” he groaned. “I’m tired of trying to force chemistry with that stick in the mud! Do you have any idea how hard it is so pretend to love her or have romantic feelings on screen with her? I rather kiss a carp, and would most likely get more tongue from one, than Myo Mi-Sun.”
Jang Min got up and smacked him.
“Hey!” he whined, cowering as she smacked him repeatedly. “Ow! That hurts.”
“It should!” she snapped at him, hitting him again. “I am your manager, not your mother or babysitter, and that is exactly what you have forgotten. I am tired of wiping your nose and making all of your problems go away. I am here to get paid, and unless you get back on set that isn’t going to happen. Do you understand? Get packed. We leave in an hour.”
Hwang Sang-Hee made a mocking face, watching his manager storm back into her room, mobile phone in hand. “Once again that spoiled cold fish is ruining everything. I’ll give her a real good smacking when we’re back on set for ending my holiday. That I can promise, a smacking around she won’t soon forget.”
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