"CEO Lee. Is that really the best you can do?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Forget it. How am I supposed to trust a man who can't handle one little bitch on his own roster? Don't call me after today. Your agency isn't the only one calling me!"

A cold warning came through the receiver.

Lee Gwang-ju bit his lip and bowed his head.

"Sir! Please give me one more chance. I'll send you Areum—she's the hottest thing going right now."

"...Areum? You mean Uniques' Areum?"

The man on the other end sounded interested.

"Yes. That Areum."

"Isn't she busy?"

"How could I cut a single corner when it comes to entertaining you, sir? I'll put her on the evening flight."

"Yeah? Well, then I'll trust you one more time, CEO Lee."

"Thank you! Sir!"

"Keep up the good work, CEO Lee."

The call cut off.

"Son of a bitch! Argh! Fuck!"

Lee Gwang-ju, the head of Lure Entertainment, swore a blue streak and squeezed his phone like he wanted to crush it.

Uniques' Areum was too high-level to hand over as tribute to a conglomerate's senior managing director in charge of advertising.

She was premium goods, the kind reserved for company presidents at the very least.

But because of that piece of merchandise from his own agency, he'd had to put her in as a stand-in.

An item that brought in tens of millions of won a day had been spent.

"Director Choi. That sly little thing—where'd she go? Did you find her?"

"We found her."

"Yeah? Where is she? A relative? Or a friend?"

"Well..."

Choi Sang-jun, a director at Lure Entertainment, hesitated.

"What? Don't tell me she's at the police station."

"It looks like CEO Hwang of M.T.S has her."

"Yeon-tae?"

"We confirmed she went to Hwang Yeon-tae's agency. We don't know where she went after that."

"That bastard Yeon-tae? He'd have to be high to mess with me. He want to die?"

Lee Gwang-ju was short, but he'd scraped his way through this business on spite and guts.

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