Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: High & Enter's Business Secret
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"I'm heading in."
He patted my shoulder and went into the station director's office.
I stood there in front of the office, still dazed, captivated by his retreating figure.
The touch of his hand on my shoulder lingered as an afterimage, leaving me in a hazy stupor.
'Station Director... no, Han-seo oppa...'
There are times when I hate this secretary job.
Even though it's the secretary position for the NSS broadcasting station director.
Those moments come when I want to call him by his real name, Kim Han-seo—Han-seo oppa—instead of "Station Director," when I want to hand in my resignation and confess my love right to his face.
I don't know when I fell into this state.
Emotions aren't calculated; they run wild on their own, so I didn't bother pinpointing it.
...No, to be honest, it was love at first sight.
From the moment he entered and left the interview room, no other man existed for me.
I knew he was a young station director, but he was even more handsome and tall than I'd imagined, with a sweet, deep baritone voice.
And those sharp eyes that seemed to pierce right through me—I wished they'd unravel everything about me and inspect me thoroughly.
Yes, after that, all my feminine emotions seemed dominated by him. When the acceptance notice came, it felt like an orgasm stabbing through my brain, something I'd never experienced before.
That message was the reward for all my efforts—holding back friendships with friends, romances with guys who adored me.
Three months after starting to serve the station director, I'd done my utmost to claim a spot in his heart.
Every morning when he arrived, I'd secretly watch him, noting what he did, what he was interested in, one by one.
I even learned his favorite coffee, the books he read, the idols he liked.
And I used that information as weapons to make our conversations smoother, to tease him playfully, to win his favor.
But the more I knew, the more I felt it wasn't enough, and my thirst grew.
So I eagerly sought chances to get closer, diving deeper into his world.
My love for him swelled in my heart, but I agonized over how to express it, deciding in the end to get bolder.
I couldn't resist the pheromones he exuded, leading me to cheap attempts.
I wanted him to see the outline of my body, so I'd wear clothes that hugged me tightly, uncomfortably so. I even wanted to show him cleavage I'd never reveal to others, so I'd unbutton my blouse before entering his office.
Part of me wanted to end this inner torment by making it obvious, but I held back.
The thought of failure meaning I'd never see him again terrified me.
But today, just now, I'd slipped up.
I'd let slip that lustful yet pure wish to give him my first time.
Even I panicked after saying it.
Cold sweat dripped from the anxiety that our relationship might end.
Fortunately, I'd lowered my voice on the key part, so it seemed he hadn't caught it... So that was really a relief...
"...Du...Dumb...ass..."
This was for my dishonest self.
"Even the oblivious station director is a dummy."
I was a little mad at him for not noticing.
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"Fuck, seriously..."
Han Cheol-soon, president of High & Enter, was suffering from a pounding headache.
It was because of Kim Manager, who'd gone to the music show and come back with a dismissal notice, and Rize.
Click-
Hiss-
He'd decided no smoking indoors or in front of the girls, but this time he couldn't hold back.
If this was a test of patience, Han Cheol-soon was ready to fail spectacularly.
"Hoo..."
"Sorry, President."
"We're sorry, President!"
"Stop whining, you fucking bitches."
Everyone shriveled at his words.
The reason for his rage? The timing couldn't have been worse.
He was already staring at High & Enter's glaring red performance report when they dropped, "They said we can't come to the music show starting next week..."
Of course, if asked if Rize had failed or succeeded, it was the latter.
They'd churned out several recognizable songs and were called the leaders of the second tier.
But that was old news.
It had been over a year since they'd failed to produce even a half-hit.
They desperately needed a rebound now, and they'd bet everything on this comeback.
In this industry, staking everything meant money.
'The cash we poured into those Rize sluts was supposed to decide High & Enter's future direction, and fuck, they get cut from the first music show?'
That thought made Han Cheol-soon's anger uncontainable.
"Ah, you fucking shit!!!"
Crash-!
The ashtray on the desk rolled across the floor, cigarette butts scattering through the president's office.
It looked just like Han Cheol-soon, Rize, and High & Enter's future, leaving everyone holding their breath.
Han Cheol-soon stubbed out his cigarette on the desk in frustration, his stress unrelenting.
"Hey, let's hear it first. Kim Manager, you explain. Why'd they cut you?"
Pointing at him opened the floodgates.
"Well... Harang was in the waiting room and told a staffer wandering outside to empty the trash can, but that employee..."
"That employee?"
"...was Kim Han-seo, the station director."
"Ha."
Han Cheol-soon slapped his forehead without realizing it.
He'd stood up in anger, but his legs gave out, and he slumped back into his chair.
NSS Broadcasting was the one true path in the entertainment industry. And now it was blocked.
For idols to succeed, they had to set foot in that station, and countless agencies wined and dined to make it happen...
'But even when we're spreading our legs, she treats him like janitorial staff?'
Han Cheol-soon had suspected Harang's dark intentions would cause trouble someday, but not a disaster this big.
"We're fucked. Totally fucked. Blacklisted by the NSS station director? Ha... Wait a sec. Something's off. Kim Han-seo isn't the type to cut you over something that petty. Everyone knows he's a softie who never demands favors, just focuses on work. An PD's the real dirty one."
As he spoke, Han Cheol-soon scanned the members except Harang.
Their nonstop spreading had yielded results—their songs got known, Rize reached second-tier top dog.
'But the fuckup comes from Harang?'
Feeling incensed, he glared at Harang.
"Hey, Harang, explain properly yourself. Before I really lose it."
"I... I kinda... snapped at him and slammed the door after grabbing the trash can... I thought he was staff..."
"You crazy bitch!"
"Whoa, President, calm down! I already chewed her out backstage."
"Come to think of it, what were you doing not in the waiting room, you punk?!"
"Sorry. I was in the bathroom at the time..."
Han Cheol-soon lunged at Harang but barely held back thanks to Kim Manager.
"Hoo... Hey, does our company's situation look good right now? You think you're princesses who can act up outside like that?"
"No, sir."
The whole Rize group tensed and answered in unison.
"Harang, let's be straight. You think you're the center 'cause you're that great? Bluntly, if Sihyun pushed for it, that spot would've been hers."
"Yes, sorry. I won't do it again..."
"Again? It's already too late. Kim Manager."
"Yes, President."
"Go apologize to Kim Han-seo and take responsibility for getting us back on the music show."
"Got it."
"Take Sihyun and Harang too."
"......Yes, sir."
"What?! Why me?!"
Ironically, it was Harang who said it.
"You fucked up and made it this bad, so of course you go."
"Nooo... If Sihyun unnie's going too, it means entertaining, right?!"
"You still don't get it, you fuck? We've spared you ace treatment, passing you over to PDs while the others got rotated. You think you're human? Sihyun's the one getting dragged because of you, and she's quiet about it?"
"Ah, still, I can't do it! How the hell do you do that dirty shit?!"
Everyone in the office glared at Harang like they wanted to kill her.
While she slept early and woke late, avoiding entertainment, the manager and other members had been dragged to PDs, force-fed strong liquor, and passed around—and that resentment finally boiled over.
"Harang."
"Sihyun unnie, what I said earlier was a slip..."
"You wanna spread for us fat pig bastards once? Don't you know we've been eating shit for a year, piling up losses? Gonna keep acting like a kid?"
"Haa... But entertainment is really..."
"Fuck it, enough. Sihyun, sorry, but tough it out this once. Harang, you rest."
"Wow, President, thank you—"
"Pack your shit and go home. No settlement this quarter, obviously. And I'll spill everything about you dating Shin Jae-hyun and two-timing with other guys. So don't even think about idoling elsewhere."
Harang froze solid. She'd thought her secret affair was safe, but the president had seen it all from above.
And "go home" meant get out of the company.
In that instant, she pictured her debt-ridden family home.
All her settlements so far had gone to paying off family debts, and leaving now meant no way out.
Harang was the family's breadwinner.
In the end, she bit her lip hard and spoke.
"I'll do it! I'll entertain too! I'll definitely get us back on the music show!"