Devil’s Music

A few days later, in Lynn's office.

Every morning, after stopping by school, Geon would head to the Fantagio office and always drop by Lynn's office in the morning to have coffee and chat with her.

Unlike before, seeing her face every day meant they didn't have much to talk about, but somehow being with her made Geon feel at ease, and he enjoyed their morning coffee time together, which had now become routine.

As soon as Geon arrived on the fifth floor, Lucy also came over and sat on his lap in a bread-toasting pose, wagging her tail. Lynn briefly focused on Lucy before putting down her coffee cup and asked.

"So, how is the Song of Water coming along?"

Geon pouted his lips and replied.

"Everyone likes it without the lyrics, but the company wouldn't like that, would they? It would lose its mass appeal."

"Hmm? Who says that?"

"Isn't it obvious? A song you can't sing along to naturally lacks mass appeal, Director."

Lynn smiled and picked up her coffee cup again.

"If it were a single, I would have discouraged it, but there's no reason to oppose one of the tracks in a full album being purely instrumental. We can just make the title track a different song. Do you have a title track in mind?"

Geon slightly shook his head and said.

"The Song of Earth will be trendy hip-hop, the Song of Wind will be the most mainstream as club dance music, and the Song of Fire is rock music, which I'm most confident in, so it's hard to choose just one for the title track."

"Then don't."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't designate a title track."

"And the marketing?"

"Excluding the Song of Water, we can push all three other songs."

"Eh... is that how it's usually done? Normally, the marketing budget is spent on one song, and it's good if other songs hit as well."

Lynn took a sip of her coffee, put the cup down, and laughed.

"It's your music, Geon. I believe all three songs will definitely be hits."

Geon scratched his cheek and laughed awkwardly.

"Ah... haha, thanks for believing, but it's a bit of a burden."

"Hoho, since when has the always confident Geon become like this?"

"Haha... It's just that it's my first full album, so I'm a bit nervous."

"Hoho, just do what you always do. Oh, by the way, how is the work on the Song of Wind going?"

Geon looked troubled and said.

"Um, I've got the framework, but I'm still unsure. It's something I've never tried before. I'm looking for musicians who can help, but the ones I find don't quite match the music I've envisioned."

"How is your trip to Korea coming along?"

"Well, people around me advise against it, saying what can I learn in a country dominated by girl groups."

Lynn chuckled slightly as she watched Geon.

"Have you made that decision after listening to the current music in Korea?"

Geon pouted and shook his head.

"Byung-jun said it's so bad it'll rot your ears, so I haven't listened."

"Listen first, then decide. I'll have a CD sent to your room through an employee."

"Uh... maybe I should?"

Lynn crossed her arms and stared intently at Geon. Suddenly, seeing Lynn close her mouth and stare at him, Geon nervously asked.

"Why... are you doing that, Director?"

Lynn remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"When have you ever made a hasty judgment about someone else's music without listening to it?"

Lost for words at Lynn's comment, Geon made a serious face, and Lynn spoke again.

"It's not too late to evaluate after listening. Have you forgotten that all your teachers were Korean?"

Geon thought about his music teachers.

They weren't into dance music, so he could have made excuses, but it was true that he had made a premature judgment based on others' stories, and he quietly bowed his head.

After a moment of reflection, Geon deeply bowed his head while sitting.

"I think I was wrong, Director. I'm sorry."

Finally smiling, Lynn waved her hand.

"It's nothing to apologize for, and thank you for realizing it quickly."

"Hehe, I'm so glad to have you as my director."

"Hoho, Byung-jun would be jealous if he heard that."

"Not really, Byung-jun has been a lot of help too, not musically, but hehe."

"Shall we have lunch together?"

"Oh, great! I'll treat."

"There's a new Chinese restaurant in front of the company, let's have Chinese food for a change."

Geon and Lynn enjoyed a meal at the newly opened large Chinese restaurant in front of the

 company.

After about an hour of dining with Lynn, Geon returned to his floor, where he saw stacks of CDs, easily over three hundred, piled on the desk next to the recording booth's control box.

Whistling, Geon approached the CDs and smiled.

"Director Lynn really pushes things through."

Knowing it was unrealistic to choose from over three hundred CDs, Geon randomly picked one, removed its packaging, and placed it in the player.

Holding the remote, Geon lay on the sofa and began listening to the music while looking at the ceiling.

Some songs he skipped immediately after they started, and others he listened to up to the first verse, but there was not yet a song he had listened to completely through the second verse. However, deciding to listen to all the songs, Geon reviewed the music until late at night.

After 11 PM, having listened to music for the whole day, Geon, looking tired, removed the CD from the player and placed it back in its case.

"Phew, didn't even get through fifty. When will I ever get through all these?"

Turning off the music, an awkward silence filled his space. Geon, feeling the tinnitus that comes from the sudden silence after noise, turned his head toward the sound of the elevator stopping.

As the autumn season approached, Byung-jun entered the office wearing a thin raincoat and seeing Geon sitting among the piled-up CDs, asked.

"What's all this?"

"You're here, hyung. This is all from Director Lynn, she had them brought over so I could listen to Korean dance music."

Byung-jun scanned the CDs and chuckled.

"Why bother listening? Whether it's China, Korea, or Japan, their music is still far behind. And although they succeed in their own countries with their unique styles, most of their songs don't make it in the global market."

Geon, looking exhausted, laid his cheek against the piled CDs.

"That's the problem, most of them. Not all, just most, which means somewhere out there, there might be someone making dance music that could make it globally."

Byung-jun nodded in agreement as he frowned at the piled CDs.

"Even so, when are you going to listen to all this? You don't have that much time, do you?"

Geon, lying down, closed his eyes and said.

"There's no other way, right?"

"Jeez, always making things hard for yourself, you fool."

Geon sat up and stretched.

"Ugh, but there were some results."

"What?"

Geon pointed at a few of the opened CDs.

"Korean musicians have great ideas and use sound well. Most importantly, they know how to make the hooks in dance music addictive."

Byung-jun looked at the CDs Geon was pointing at and frowned.

"But why don't they make it in the global market?"

Geon stood up and stretched his back.

"The producing is a mess, meaning the structure doesn't fit. At first listen, you think, 'Oh, this is really good, addictive,' but it doesn't become music that's still good years or decades later like American music. Without the right structure, the music quickly becomes boring."

Byung-jun pursed his lips and tilted his head.

"But I seem to remember there were some dance songs I wanted to listen to every day."

Geon laughed and stretched his arms above his head.

"Listen to those songs you mentioned wanting to hear every day again. If the structure of dance music collapses, it might be nice to listen to occasionally, recalling memories or nostalgia, but it won't be music you'd want to keep listening to."

Byung-jun nodded in agreement.

"Uh... that seems about right."

Geon put on his thin outerwear and said.

"It's late, I should go now."

"Do you want me to book a top musician from the U.S. for you? If you call for a music exchange, there are plenty who would come running."

Geon waved his hand as he walked out of the office first.

"I'll study a bit more, and if I need it, I'll let you know. I still have a lot of material to analyze."

Byung-jun glanced at the unopened CDs still piled up and left the office with a frown.

However, at that time, Lynn, who had efficiently arranged for the Korean dance music CDs during their lunch, had made one mistake.

It was the employee she sent to buy the CDs. There was no breach of security, but the record store owner, who specialized in Korean music and had seen an employee buy over three hundred CDs, had once run a music business in Korea before going bankrupt and moving to the U.S.

Watching the employee carrying boxes filled with CDs into Manhattan's Fantagio office, the record store owner widened his eyes and watched the Fantagio building. After a moment of thought, the owner picked up the phone.

"Hey, it's me,

 President Kim. How are the kids doing? Oh, me? Just running a small record store here in the U.S. Ha, sure, let's have a drink when I return."

The owner, seeing the red brick building of Fantagio, smiled.

"It's not about that, I have a reason you should buy me a drink, and I'm telling you because it's you..."

After checking that no one around could understand since he was speaking in Korean, the owner made a foolish face.

"Ahem, it's a secret, but you know Fantagio, right? The company Kay is with. Yeah, that's the place. They just bought three hundred CDs of Korean musicians. Why would they listen to that, right? Clearly, Kay is analyzing it because they're planning to feature some Korean musicians. From what I know, Snepdog and Neminem also visit that company often."

While the other end of the line couldn't be heard, the owner was pleased with his conversation and continued.

"Yeah, prepare well in advance, and who knows, your kids might get picked by a miracle. Prepare well, I'm only telling you this because you cared when times were tough. Ha, we definitely need to have a drink later."

As the early days of autumn set in, this misunderstanding slowly began to spread.

Cheongdam-dong, South Korea.

Although Gangnam is famously expensive, the reality is different. The offices, beauty salons, and restaurants frequented by South Korea's real wealthy are all clustered in Cheongdam-dong, making it a hotspot bustling with luxury clientele.

The reason why places like Gangnam Station or Garosu-gil, which aren't promoted online, don't attract as many people is because of the quality of the clientele.

These are the people who don't feel the need to flaunt their lifestyle on social media. They are the main customers, hence the quietness.

The businesses here also prefer not to market themselves, as the wealthy clientele avoid noisy places bustling with middle-class customers. It's far more beneficial to capture one high-class customer than a hundred ordinary ones, which is why Cheongdam-dong has become a haven for the elite.

Although called a main road, the roads in Cheongdam-dong seldom exceed four lanes, making it incomparable to the areas around Gangnam Station.

A seven-story building with fully tinted glass windows and a massive sign in cursive script reading "YDN Entertainment" stood on Cheongdam-dong's main road, crowded with illegally parked luxury cars.

Sitting alone on the top floor, a man in his late fifties hung up the phone, spun around in his plush executive chair, and brought a cigarette to his lips.

Ding~

He lit his cigarette with an expensive Dupont lighter, carelessly tossed the lighter on the table, and exhaled deeply into his chair.

"Kay is looking for a Korean musician to feature in a dance music track?"

He casually flicked his cigarette with his finger, pressed the secretary office button on the phone on his desk, and spoke.

"Send Director Lim Hyuntaek in."

"Yes, Chairman."

Not ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The man, about to light another cigarette, put it down and said,

"Come in."

A fashionably dressed man in his mid-thirties, not particularly handsome but wearing baggy pants, an oversized sweater, and earrings in both ears, entered and bowed at ninety degrees in front of the chairman.

"You called for me, Chairman."

"Yes. Aren't some of our kids in San Francisco shooting a music video?"

"Yes, Team Leader Lee is overseeing them."

"Is that so? Alright, I'll contact him myself. And how many kids do you have under you?"

Without any hesitation, Hyuntaek replied, even though the chairman referred to people as 'items'.

"Four."

"Hmm, and how many do we have in total at our company?"

"Thirteen, but since two are currently inactive, you can consider it eleven."

The chairman grimaced with irritation.

"What about those two?"

"One was completely disbanded, and the other is dealing with a lawsuit."

"These girl groups, they try to rise up the moment they get a bit of power. Handle it well."

"Yes, Chairman."

"I'll talk to Team Leader Lee, but sift through your kids for some with good looks and figures, might need to send them to the US soon."

Hyuntaek nodded quietly, troubled because he cared for the four girl groups under him, knowing all too well how distant the possibility of them breaking into the US market was.

A few years back, a girl group that gained enormous popularity in Korea and other parts of Asia tried to break into the US market, quickly rose to fame, and then plummeted, causing significant losses. Since then, Korean agencies have been reluctant to promote girl groups in the US.

In contrast, a boy group was unexpectedly popular in the West, but experts were skeptical about how long this would last and whether newcomers could continue to emerge.

After a moment, Hyuntaek cautiously asked,

"Are we considering a move to the US?"

The chairman lit his cigarette again and replied,

"Well, it's not time to announce anything yet. I'll send Team Leader Lee to verify some things and let you know. Director Lim, go ahead and make a selection from your kids."

"By 'kids,' do you mean to select on an individual basis, not by team?"

"That's right. You never know who might catch an eye. If even one of them makes it, it's a hit chance for everyone in that group."

"Hmm… Understood, Chairman."

"Alright, you can go."

Hyuntaek bowed respectfully to the chairman, who was lighting his cigarette, and backed out of the office as if retreating from a king's presence. Once the door was closed, he straightened his back and pulled down his sweater, his expression souring.

"That bastard's planning to send someone off for entertainment again, sigh."

Despite his words, Hyuntaek was a seasoned manager in the industry, having secured a director position at a major agency in his mid-thirties. He was not in this position solely by doing clean and transparent work.

He simply needed to vent about the chairman's disrespectful treatment

.

Hyuntaek stared at the closed door, silently cursing in his mind, then calmly ordered the secretary waiting outside,

"Gather all my kids in Practice Room A, within 5 minutes."

"Yes, Director."

After leaving the chairman's office, Hyuntaek smoked a cigarette on the rooftop and then made his way to Practice Room A, where girls in their late teens to early twenties, dressed in exercise outfits, sat chatting. Upon seeing Hyuntaek, they quickly straightened up.

Nine, six, five, four. The members of the four girl groups totaled twenty-four. Hyuntaek crossed his arms and pondered,

'For the entertainment, I'll take Sujeong, who has experience, along with Yoonhyeon and Soa, and maybe Yoonjeong, who's gaining popularity.'

The women he observed were undeniably the sexy type of idols, irresistible to any man, and their hosting was always successful. Hyuntaek finally spoke,

"Sujeong, Yoonhyeon, Soa, Yoonjeong, and… Jinyeon, stay. The rest may leave."

Though they were summoned abruptly and dismissed just as quickly, the remaining female idols understood the nature of the task at hand.

Yoonjeong and Jinyeon, lacking experience, looked anxiously at their older group members, seeking help with their eyes, but no one could assist them.

As the others left, only the five idols and Hyuntaek remained in Practice Room A. After a moment of silence, Hyuntaek nodded towards Sujeong,

"You've been around, Sujeong, so you probably saw this coming?"

Sujeong, with her long black hair and fair skin, nodded slightly.

Her innocent image belied the reality that she had become addicted to the investment coming from sponsors after being sent for entertainment over ten times. She had even reached a point where she would ask to be sent out for hosting.

Hyuntaek, acknowledging her agreement, said as he left the room,

"The chairman will call you soon, so don't go anywhere, stay in the office."

Yoonhyeon, who looked to be in her late teens, hesitantly raised her hand as she sat on the floor,

"Director, I have a schedule…"

Hyuntaek frowned and turned back,

"What schedule?"

"A variety show."

"On major network?"

"No, it's cable."

"That's fine, I'll talk to the manager. Someone else will go, and you'll stay."

"Yes…"

After Hyuntaek closed the door, Yoonjeong and Jinyeon looked uneasily at their older group members. Being in a girl group under YDN Entertainment and not having experience meant one of two things: they were either too new or too young. In their case, it was the latter, but they had only recently turned eighteen and caught Hyuntaek's eye.

Though the rumors circulated openly among the older members, it had always seemed distant to them. Now that it was their reality, a nervous Yoonjeong asked with a trembling voice,

"Do… do we really have to do this?"

Jinyeon was equally anxious, turning her tearful eyes towards Sujeong, the most senior among the girl group members.

Sujeong chuckled and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms,

"If you want to survive in this industry, there's no choice. You've all envied me driving a luxury car. How do you think I afford it? All my earnings go straight to operational expenses, entertainment costs, and what little is left is barely enough to send home. It's all sponsored."

Yoonjeong spoke meekly,

"But still… how can we be with men old enough to be our dads…"

"It's not just dads; even if they were grandpas, you'd have to do what's necessary. Either you go to an agency where you don't see such dirty stuff, but then you'd start all over as a trainee and it might take another five years to debut, with no guarantee of success."

As Sujeong said, there are certainly agencies that operate cleanly and transparently, maybe even more so than the others.

However, as she pointed out, companies that compete solely on talent require much more time and effort. Idols, eager for their debut day, often grow tired of waiting and transfer to agencies like YDN.

Hours later, the five were summoned to the chairman's office, where they were informed they would be sent to the US for entertainment. They quickly packed and boarded a flight to the US.

...

Hell.

Gusion sat in the reception room of a castle shaped like a bat, his eyes closed and hand reaching out over a table covered with hundreds of newspapers from around the world.

Every country's newspapers, every publishing house represented, piled up in a massive heap.

["I'll kill him! That bastard!"]

["He's mine! I don't care who she is, I'll tear her mouth apart!"

]

["Give me back my money! Or else I'll kill you and then myself!"]

["Please, let me win this time! I'd even sell my soul! Help me, devil or angel!"]

["Hehehe, it's because I love you that I'll kill you, you know my heart, right?"]

Listening to humanity's filthy cries, Gusion's eyes flipped white as his body trembled.

His hand paused over one particular newspaper.

["I'll do anything to capture his heart and break into the US! If he wants my body, I'll give it, and if he wants my heart, that too. But if neither works, I'll use my body as leverage to threaten him!"]

Gusion's hand moved like lightning, snatching the newspaper. Holding it aloft, he slowly opened his eyes, a purple glow flashing within.

"Oh… look at this?"

The newspaper he held was a Korean one. Not the front page, but in the entertainment section, an article titled "Their Airport Fashion" featured five women.

Gusion stared intensely at a woman with black hair and an innocent face.

As per Geon's daily routine, after visiting the school and marking his attendance with Professor Sharon, despite having a car provided by Fantagio's American branch, he couldn't ignore Miroslav's kindness and rode in a Red Kessel car to the office.

Fantagio's red brick building had been surrounded by fans 24/7 since they put up their sign not long ago.

The fans, who had been staying up for several nights, had spread the word through social media that Geon was coming to the office daily, attracting even more fans and reporters.

Fortunately, Lynn had anticipated this and set up a security office at the entrance of the building, allowing only vehicles cleared by the security guards to enter.

Since the interior was not visible from the outside, even if Geon got out of the car and entered the building, his face wouldn't be sold to the waiting fans outside, allowing him to go to work under these conditions.

Moreover, Geon used a different car from Red Kessel every day, so fans who only saw the car couldn't recognize it was him.

It was just an endless fight between the fans who clung to every car entering Fantagio and the security guards trying to peel them off.

When Geon's car approached the building entrance, a security guard quickly opened the barrier. Although the car changed daily, Byung-joon reported the license plate to the security office daily, allowing the security guard to immediately identify Geon and grant entry, prompting the fans to rush over.

But since the barrier opened so quickly, the fans didn't manage to cling on before the car went inside and headed to the parking lot.

Stepping out of the car, Geon saw the fans shouting and looked pensively at the entrance as Byung-joon gestured as if to say, "Go on, go. They won't listen anyway."

Geon, embarrassed, smiled and walked toward the building entrance. He had argued several times with Byung-joon about showing his face to the fans who had come all the way to see him, but Geon always won.

His stubbornness played a part, as did the more than ten security guards who tightly secured the narrow entrance of the building.

From a distance from the narrow entrance, Geon peeked out, and the fans screamed, pushing the security guards, but Lynn's American security guards, all ex-special forces with significant size and strength, were prepared not to lose even to the Russian mafia Geon hung out with.

Inside the building where the guards, immovable despite the fans' efforts, Geon briefly waved at the fans shouting and taking pictures with their phones.

Later, when he went upstairs and greeted Lynn, they sat down for tea while watching outside.

From inside, they could see out clearly, even if it wasn't visible from the outside. Lynn, noticing Geon's gaze, asked, "Who are you looking at like that? The fans have been here for a while, is it still strange to you?"

"Haha, no, it's not that. You know my friend Gusion, right? He's here, and he asked the guards to let him inside."

"Hmm? He could have called ahead, and I would have informed the security office."

"He doesn't have a phone. I tried to get him one, but he says phones bind him, and he doesn't like using them. He's the kind of friend I can't even meet unless he shows up like this, so I really wanted to see him."

"Hoho, he must be a very good friend then."

"Hehe, he's a friend who only gives without asking for anything in return. Ah, there's the security guard bringing him up! I'll go down now, Ms. Lynn."

"Alright, go ahead."

As Geon left, Lynn quietly looked out the window and caught Gusion's eye as he entered the building.

Gusion, even through the tinted glass, saw Lynn and smirked slightly, and Lynn also smiled lightly, raising her coffee cup in greeting.

It was a surreal sight of angels and demons greeting each other with smiles. As Gusion was escorted to the Kay Floor, Geon, who had come out to meet him, spread his arms wide with a smile.

"Gusion!!! How long has it been!"

Embracing the warmly welcoming Geon, Gusion smiled back and walked into the office with his arm over Geon's shoulder.

"What's up, not contacting me? Though you probably didn't have a way to contact. Haha."

Gusion didn't respond to Geon's words but looked around the spacious Kay Floor with wide eyes.

"Wow, this is really nice. It feels so spacious and bright."

Geon, proud, rested his hands on his hips.

"Ahem, that's the kind of position I hold in our company! Ehehe."

"Pfft, didn't know you were capable of such talk?"

"Hehe, just kidding! Let's go sit

 over there."

Geon led Gusion to a large 10-seater sofa, and as they sat down, he asked, "Where have you been, what have you been doing? I was worried because there was no way to contact you. Phae even visits occasionally, why don't you come more often?"

"Phae visited?"

"Yes, she even got a phone recently, gave me her number too."

"What...? Phae has a phone?"

"Yes, honestly, who doesn't have a phone these days? You should get one too! It'll make it easier to contact you."

Gusion frowned.

'Yeah, there's no one who lives without a phone. But that guy isn't human.'

Geon, unaware of Gusion's change in expression, pressed on.

"Huh? I'll gift you one, okay? Let's get you one, please!"

"Uh... um. Alright then."

Geon, delighted, jumped up and ran towards the control box desk.

"Seriously! I'll gift you the latest model!!"

Excited, Geon ran to the desk and asked an employee via intercom to purchase the latest model smartphone.

Geon, who quickly finished the intercom conversation on how to buy a phone without personal information, ran back to the sofa smiling.

"Now it'll be easier to contact you! You must answer my calls, got it?"

Gusion, pointing to his bulky military bag laid aside, said, "I often go on painting trips, so there might be times I can't receive calls, especially in places like mountains where phones don't work well."

"Okay! I understand that much! Hehe."

Geon, extremely pleased that he could now keep in touch with Gusion, couldn't stop smiling as he looked at him.

"Are you that happy?"

"Of course! I've missed seeing you, let's meet up more often, okay?"

"Hehe, sure. I'll come more often."

"So where are you off to? Why is your bag so bulky, did you run away from home or something?"

Gusion, joking, tapped his bag and said, "Ah, I came to ask for a favor. Actually, my parents don't know I paint, and they'd probably kill me if they found out. My parents are coming to my place soon, and I have nowhere to leave this, can you keep it for a few days?"

"Oh, there's plenty of space here to keep a bag. Just leave it anywhere."

"Haha, thanks. Should I show you the paintings I've stored on my laptop?"

"Oh!! Really? You make them into files, not on canvas?"

"Ah, I paint on canvas but then I take photos of them, can't carry all that around all the time, haha."

"Really? Alright! Show me!"

Gusion took out a slim laptop from his bulky bag, placed it on his lap, and spent some time showing his paintings.

Geon exclaimed in awe and asked questions as Gusion showed him his paintings, showing deep interest in them.

After showing more than fifty paintings, Gusion, with his laptop still open, looked around and asked, "Where should I put the bag?"

Geon pointed to a windowsill where Lucy often sat.

"Just put it anywhere there. Oh? Speaking of which, where's Lucy? Lucy! Lucy!"

Lucy, who usually sat on the windowsill yawning or rolling around, had run to Lynn the moment she sensed Gusion's power at the building entrance.

Lucy, though brave, was no match for Gusion, a top-tier demon.

After Gusion placed his heavy bag on the windowsill and left the laptop open there, he stood up.

"I have to go pick up my parents at the airport, so I'll have to leave now."

Geon spread his arms to stop him.

"Wait a minute! You have to take your phone, I'll be right back, just wait a moment!"

Geon rushed off and disappeared into the elevator.

Left alone, Gusion adjusted the laptop so it faced the sofa and connected the charging cable.

Shortly after, Geon returned with a shopping bag containing the latest model smartphone, took out the phone, turned it on, entered his phone number, and handed it to Gusion.

"I've entered my number too, so make sure to keep in touch. Got it?"

"Thanks, I will."

As they went to the building entrance, the fans began shouting again, and Gusion quickly exited, waving his hand.

"I'm leaving, don't cause a commotion, just go inside."

"Alright, take care! Say hi to your parents for me."

Gusion waved, but Geon watched him until he disappeared, waving at the fans once more before laughing and returning to the office.

Meanwhile, at that moment, five women landed at Kennedy Airport, having stayed behind in the US to film a music video after sending the staff home earlier. 

Soo-jin, flaunting her model-like stature

, approached Team Leader Lee, who looked like an elite with glasses, and slightly bowed her head.

"Team Leader Lee, you've worked hard."

"Oh, right. Soo-jin, you've also worked hard. I've heard roughly from the boss?"

Soo-jin glanced at Yoon-jung and Jin-yeon, who looked nervous, then resolvedly set her eyes.

"Yes, I'll definitely succeed."

Team Leader Lee pushed up his glasses and clapped his hands.

"Good, that's the right attitude. Fantagio isn't a place you just walk into because you want to; you need to get a meeting approved first, so go to the hotel, unpack, and wait."