Chapter 79
Seoul, Korea
Twilight Theater
Captain of Security Hak Jiwoo walked Lula and Kita through the staging area at the theater. They already had the layout memorized from the blueprints they obtained through questionable means. Dae-Ho gave them a heads-up on who would most likely attend and if they were of concern or not.
“Secondary team will need to take the buildings across the street,” Lula commented under her breath in French. “Ideal sniper spots.”
Kita nodded his agreement. “Pull Will’s security team and you’ll have to take point for him.”
Softly she growled under her breath in irritation, but composed herself.
“Agreed,” she said. “Captain, where will the premier be held?”
He gave her a look. “You don’t know?”
Lula cocked an eyebrow. “If I did I would not have asked. This is the first red carpet we’ve covered in Seoul. Here they are different than those in Tokyo, Paris, Milan, Madrid, Vancouver, and Hollywood.”
Hak Jiwoo nodded his understanding. “The Production House requested the movie play on screens around the reception area instead of theater viewing. They’ll be drink service and pass hors d'oeuvres, and minimal public visibility once past the carpet. The red carpet will be the most open and crowded area of concern… Who is your client?”
“That is none of your concern,” Kita said in a clipped tone.
There were too many variables they couldn’t control, and the environment was without proper security and would put Myo Mi-Sun and William Lee at risk. Not to mention, food and drink service would expose their client to potential life threatening exposure to sesame.
“I don’t like this,” Kita said.
“Neither do I,” Lula agreed. “It’s too dangerous for them both. Captain, thank you for the escort. If we need anything our people will be in touch.”
Hak Jiwoo bowed. “Of course. If there’s anything you need… It is Myo Mi-Sun that’s your client, isn’t it?” he asked.
They gave him identical looks; that was a jump.
“I knew it,” he said, shaking his head. “They’re forcing her to come to this, aren’t they? Those vile creatures. They just won’t let her be in peace, will they?”
Lula gave him a look. “If it is, why would it matter?” she asked, indifferent.
“I’ve overseen every red carpet that young woman has walked down in Seoul,” Hak Jiwoo said. “Myo Mi-Sun never asks for anything, and we’ve had some very questionable requests over the years. The only thing her people ever requested is no food service, and she always offers to visit with those that setup the event and their families beforehand. There isn’t one person on my crew that would risk her well-being.”
Kita eyed the man; the background information they had on each employee collaborated the man’s claim, for the most part. That was why they were meeting with the Captain of Security instead of continuing doing their own recon without permission.
“What demands did they make for this event?” Kita asked.
Hak Jiwoo looked around then motioned for them to follow him to the security office.
Inside was a wall of monitors from the dozens of security cameras that were located around the theater, red carpet area, and reception hall. The side wall had pictures of the confirmed guests that would be attending, as well as members of the press that would attend.
Kita discretely photographed the guest list and press list with his mobile phone.
“Gok Soo demanded a dark red carpet instead of a the standard red,” Hak Jiwoo said. “White velvet ropes instead of red velvet, dark red portable walls to be photographed in front of, and warm lighting. Food service and drinks have to be gold or in those hues so they don’t clash with her dress. Pink flowers on the tables, no chairs, tall tables to gather around, white candles… Rather blasé but very specific.”
Lula and Kita exchanged looks.
“Who signed off on the requests?” Lula asked.
Hak Jiwoo made a face. “No one at the Production House did, that means they’ll stiff us for the bill again.”
Lula smiled and offered him a business card. “We’ll take care of the bill, but we have some changes.”
He took the business card and looked at it and his eyes widened. “Oh?”
“Yes,” she confirmed; it was Lula’s business card from when she was Chief of Security for Rising Moon Technologies. “That is why discretion is required and security needs to be as abundant as we have requested it to be-”
“Navy carpet with the gold geometric border that was used for the Secret in the Spirits’ premier with the navy and gold velvet ropes,” Kita interrupted, his attention on the monitors. “Day light overhead lighting, not warm. The pale gold panels that were used for the Wings in the Touch premier will work to be photographed in front of. Base lighting dark blue at an upward direction, top lighting warm gold going downward… I’m assuming it is remotely controlled?”
Hak Jiwoo quickly nodded, jotting down the new orders, and it would be rather easy changes to make.
Especially when the crew learns that Myo Mi-Sun would be there, they would work overtime to get it done; they missed getting to see her on the red carpet.
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