Chapter 80
Seoul, Korea
Twilight Theater
“Tall mercury glass vases with navy glass beds,” Kita continued, “with dark blue and dark green flowers and greenery. Navy candles with gold marbling, add chairs to the tables, and gold metallic table cloths.”
Lula glared at her brother; she knew what he was doing and it irritated her that he was being so petty. “Do you have a list of the menu that they are serving?”
Hak Jiwoo handed her his copy.
“Have them remove these,” she said, scratching them off the list; they had sesame in them. “They cannot be on site, at all. Do you understand?”
He bowed. “Of course. Anything else?”
“Tonight is much too short of a notice to meet and greet the crew and their families,” Lula said. “But Monday, if they want, could be arranged. Our client would enjoy that very much.”
Hak Jiwoo smiled then bowed again. “Thank you. Thank you. They will enjoy that immensely-”
“The photographers,” Kita interrupted, looking at the video feed from the long stretch of carpet that the stars would walk down. “Can you turn the security cameras so they point towards the media and road instead?”
Hak Jiwoo gave Kita a look. “Yes, but wouldn’t… Not a problem,” he said, catching himself. “Did you want risers brought in so there’s less pushing and shoving, and it would give a clearer view of those with cameras?”
Lula smiled; the man caught on quickly. “That is a great idea, Captain. Only permit those your team are familiar with, regardless of them having a press badge and apparent credentials, on site. Also, limit the length of the carpet so it will allow for less press agents and a shorter walk.”
That, he hadn’t thought of.
“We can set up a curtained off area at the end of the carpet that is a maze to get through, in essence, leading to the reception area,” Hak Jiwoo suggested. “It would force those already photographed to exit the area in a way that they can’t go back. It’s a trick they use in Bollywood with cast heavy productions to prevent stealing the spotlight from each other. We have panels of fabric and gossamer that will coordinate and not look as if that was their purpose. It will also allow for security to redirect where those exiting the carpet to either the reception hall, hallway leading to an exit, or a security office. It’ll also keep the photographers from getting shots that are candid instead of red carpet in nature.”
“That is a great idea,” Lula said. “You truly are a credit to your profession, Captain. If anything comes up, if you have questions, please give me a call-”
“Notify all of your people that Ong Se-Ri is not permitted on site,” Kita interrupted. “She has been issued a no contact order by the courts and cannot come within a thousand-yards of our client. Will that be a problem?”
“No, Sir,” Hak Jiwoo said. “My people know the name and face, and we’ll make sure her credentials are revoked in our system so they can’t be used to gain entry.”
“Each member of the press will need to pass through security,” Kita continued, since it wasn’t brought up. “And a metal detector. Their equipment will be checked by one of our agents. It will delay the event, but it is necessary. Three city blocks in each direction will be cleared, and the roads blocked as well. Hired cars will be directed to park at the pavilion five-blocks north, and your security team needs to make sure those orders are followed. There will be one exception-”
“Your cars,” he surmised.
“Yes. There will be six, each placed at an exit for extraction if needed,” Kita confirmed. “They will have diplomatic plates so they will be very easy to identify.”
Kita handed him the packet he had been holding onto; he was apprehensive about permitting Seon Rain on the red carpet with her ex still. “Inside is the list of people on your crew that we’ve deemed are risks. They will not be required. Do you understand?”
Hak Jiwoo nodded.
“There are also updated security badges for your crew and security team,” Lula continued. “They will need to be worn on the right breast and right breast only. Our teams will have the same badges but with gold security imprints on them. Hand them out before the event starts, before screening the press and not sooner. If anyone is found to not have one of those badges, even if they are one of your crew, they will be treated as a threat to our clients. Do you understand?” she asked, her tone eerily level.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Hak Jiwoo said, struggling to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
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