Chapter 59
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: The Manager's True Identity (2)
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I sat there blankly, staring at the laptop screen for a while.
I’d half-expected it, but seeing the results right in front of me was so absurd I could only laugh.
The manager—that guy. He’d dished out every bit of old-man nagging advice to us, only to pull this shady crap behind our backs. The more I thought about it, the dirtier and more repulsive he seemed.
I could picture him strutting around in front of us while smirking inwardly.
He must’ve felt some pathetic sense of superiority watching us fall for it, clueless as ever.
Pathetic in every way.
With a sigh, I closed the laptop.
For now, I had the evidence video secured. If I took it to the company, he’d be fired on the spot.
In an industry where rumors spread like wildfire, he wouldn’t land another manager gig anytime soon.
‘Just cut him loose like this?’
Now that I knew the full truth, I wanted nothing more to do with a con artist like him...
‘But the more I think about it, the madder I get.’
Considering all the damage we’d taken from him selling our info, getting fired didn’t feel like enough to satisfy my rage.
On top of that, Song Yu-bin had twisted his ankle dodging a sasaeng who came at him, and ended up having to perform on that injured foot.
Even knowing it was his fault, the manager acted without a shred of guilt.
Not content with yelling at Song Yu-bin in the hospital, he’d ignored the kid limping around afterward.
If you hurt someone because of your screw-up, shouldn’t you at least act sorry?
The manager had been shameless to the bitter end.
Even after seeing Song Yu-bin hurt, he’d fretted only about getting canned while casually feeding info to Kim Bit-na.
‘Fucking dog.’
All the pent-up emotions exploded at once.
In that moment, I made a vow.
No matter what, I’d take that manager down with my own hands.
I reached for my smartphone, turned it on, and messaged Heo Seung-tae.
[Jeong Eun-ho]
You free right now?
[Heo Seung-tae]
What’s up? I’m in the middle of a game, so make it quick.
‘This guy’s always gaming.’
Sighing, I hammered out a reply.
[Jeong Eun-ho]
Got a favor to ask.
[Heo Seung-tae]
What? Another precognitive dream? Saving the world or some shit?
[Jeong Eun-ho]
Sorry, nothing that epic.
I gave him the rundown.
Focusing especially on how it tied into ‘upholding justice.’
With Heo Seung-tae’s personality, even if it wasn’t grand, he’d jump at the chance to punish a villain.
He’d always loved sticking it to manager types like this.
Not long after I finished explaining, a reply came.
[Heo Seung-tae]
That dude’s straight-up evil? So what do you need from me?
Right on cue.
[Jeong Eun-ho]
You can track people, right? Dig up all the manager’s SNS accounts.
A few hours later, a file arrived from Heo Seung-tae.
It was a list of the manager’s accounts—SNS profiles plus every portal site ID he’d signed up with.
[Heo Seung-tae]
Need more? I’ll strip him bare to the bone lol.
‘What the hell’s the five stages...?’
[Jeong Eun-ho]
Thanks, man.
After wrapping up with Heo Seung-tae, I scrolled through the manager’s account list from top to bottom.
He seemed to favor IDs with ‘handsomeguy’ in them.
‘Doesn’t suit him at all.’
Clicking my tongue, I logged into Insta to check his accounts.
‘Let’s see what you’ve got.’
The moment I pulled up his feed, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Crazy.”
I muttered it without thinking as I stared at the screen.
“Wow. This guy’s even more insane than I imagined.”
One photo was posted on the manager’s Insta.
The manager lounging arrogantly in the van’s front passenger seat, and a woman in the driver’s seat flashing a peace sign.
Looked like his girlfriend.
‘So he brought his girl into our company van to fool around?’
I was beyond anger now—straight-up baffled.
Biting back a curse, I swiped to the next photo.
‘And what’s this?’
In the back seat, the manager and his girl sat side by side. His hand was around her waist, and his face was smeared with lipstick marks.
Looking at it made me want to hurl.
“Fuck.”
I had no idea exactly what they’d gotten up to back there while we were gone, but the photo alone churned up disgust.
“Hoo...”
Suppressing the rising fury, I started combing through his entire feed from start to finish.
No hashtags on the posts—probably just for bragging to his approved followers...
‘Either stupid or ballsy; account’s not even private.’
Shaking my head, I downloaded his whole Insta as a PDF.
‘Next up...’
I searched the web for his Insta username.
Up popped a stream of his comment activity.
A quick glance told me everything.
‘Nothing but hate?’
Traces of him dropping curse-filled comments on celebrities’ Instas everywhere.
[handsomeguy0784] Face is fucked lololol
[handsomeguy0784] She’s gone to shit~ At least manage yourself if you’re a celeb lol
‘Can’t even look at his own face and he’s out here judging. Pathetic.’
I scrolled down, scrutinizing his comment history.
Sure enough, there were malicious comments about us too.
[handsomeguy0784] Manwol Boys? Group name screams flop lololol
[handsomeguy0784] I know people at the station—Manwol Boys are infamous for being rude lol
[handsomeguy0784] One of Manwol Boys definitely did drugs 100% lol
[handsomeguy0784] These kids are idols?
[handsomeguy0784] All hype no substance? Hate looking at them but they keep popping up lol
I closed my eyes as I read his comments.
I’d half-expected it. Given how he’d acted toward us, a few hate comments wouldn’t surprise me. Though not this many.
But oddly, seeing them didn’t hit me hard.
Pondering why, it clicked. Knowing the manager was behind them turned the hate into comedy.
A worthless loser in real life, playing judge online like he was somebody. Just sad and funny.
‘Got what I need from this one. Time for the other SNS.’
I reviewed the account list again.
Now that I knew he was dealing with sasaengs, it was time for concrete proof.
I needed evidence of him communicating with them...
‘Black box audio alone won’t cut it. Need ironclad proof to nail him.’
With the horde of sasaengs at our dorm right after debut, I doubted Kim Bit-na was his only client.
She was probably a big customer, but he’d surely sold to others for cash too...
Somewhere in his SNS, there’d be traces of chats with sasaengs.
That’s when I spotted his Twitter account on the list.
‘Twitter too.’
I closed the window and pulled up his Twitter.
‘Private account? Gotta request to follow?’
After some thought, I decided to hit up Heo Seung-tae again.
[Heo Seung-tae]
Find anything good? lol
Sighing, I spilled everything I’d uncovered from the manager’s accounts.
[Heo Seung-tae]
What? Brought his gf to the company van to mess around? And trashed you guys online too?
[Heo Seung-tae]
Dude’s a total psycho lol
His reactions came fast and furious.
[Jeong Eun-ho]
Wanna find proof he dealt with sasaengs besides Kim Bit-na, but his Twitter’s private. Might be evidence there—can you help?
[Heo Seung-tae]
OK, sounds fun.
Hours later, a message from Heo Seung-tae with a screenshot attachment.
His follow list was packed with sasaengs—some real nasty ones too.
[Jeong Eun-ho]
How’d you get approved?
[Heo Seung-tae]
Eh, messaged from the manager’s number saying I’d wire 10 mil, and he approved instantly?
[Jeong Eun-ho]
10 mil? You sent it?
[Heo Seung-tae]
Of course it was bullshit lol Why would I give that trash 10 mil lol Anyway, his private feed’s full of pics he snapped during your schedules~
I rubbed my forehead and stared at the screen.
The screenshots showed his feed crammed with locations from our schedules.
‘So he posted our info on an account full of sasaengs?’
[Heo Seung-tae]
Plus, looks like he was taking monthly payments from them to share your deets? Told me 500k a month to stay followed lol
Not just one-offs—he’d been running a subscription service with sasaengs.
‘Psycho bastard. Thought he’d never get caught?’
Then another message from Heo Seung-tae.
[Heo Seung-tae]
Slam-dunk evidence, right? What’s the plan? Want me to nuke him fast? Or you handling it?
I stared at his message, closed my eyes, and leaned against the wall.
I’d spent all day digging through this repulsive trash about the manager—body and mind exhausted.
Disillusioned too.
I’d pegged him as just a stress factory, not this grotesquely ugly.
But I’d gained something. Enough evidence to destroy him.
Now, only one thing left for me to do.
Take care of the manager.