The Kpop Otaku's Dream 126 Black-Bellied 3 Unedited

"Yeah. It's nothing big. See, I'm here at M'net M. And there's this person who I think isn't suited for his role"

"Hmmm"

"Do you know a 40 year old looking, slightly obese man, with a big mole on his cheek?" I ask as I describe the 'boss's' features to the man

"Hold on for a moment. Give me a second" He responds, quickly calling his secretary for confirmation

The line is silent for the next couple of seconds, as I see the 'boss' turn pale. Seem's like he has finally recognized the voice on the other end of the line.

Su Kim, the C.E.O of CJ! How do I know him? Well back in the 90's C.J was S-Groups subsidiary but it separated in order to unbundle the complicated management scheme at the time. So even though it's no longer connected to S-Group in name, it's still connected via family ties. My own personal stake as a result from my parent's stands at like 20%. Getting the C.E.O to take my call is a pretty simple thing, especially when I can burn the entire company to a ground should they annoy me. While I won't do that because of the 10 000 people they employ and their families. I atleast won't let them think that.

A couple of seconds later, I hear huffing and puffing seems like he really rushed, "Dylan... are you still there?"

"Yes"

"2 people match your criteria. One is the janitor and the other is the branch C.E.O"

"While I think being a janitor is the only position his worthy of. I think its the C.E.O. What's his name?" I answer spitefully

"Ryu Hyun, his been with us for 20 years now." He tries to plea

"Fire him. Now. Keep me on the line I want to hear it."

"But Dylan... we can't..."

"Call Jaemin Hoon. The new director at S-Group. He will give you enough dirt for a valid reason"

He finally acquiesces, taking a deep breath. I can hear him dial a number.

The man known as Ryu Hyun, looks as if his lost his sole. Realizing his somehow p.i.s.sed off someone way beyond his pay-grade.

A buzzing noise fills the studio as his jacket pocket begins vibrating, I urge him to answer as I watch over him like vulture.

"h.e.l.lo?" His voice answers weakly.

"Ryu Hyun, you idiot! Do you know who you just messed with?"

"Sir...."

"Shut up! Just let me tell you there's nothing I can do. You are fired and won't be able to work in this field ever again." He says as the line cuts

Ryu Hyun just looks on dumbly as I speak into my phone. "Thanks for that Su Kim. One more thing. Transfer Hyori's contract to my company D.P.H... We will take care of her now. Consider this a favor, and I will owe you one."

I can hear feel his excitement through the phone. Having me on his side basically secures his seat for the next decade. There's been some recent power struggles over control. I bet this opportunity, is something which was a G.o.d send for him as he reply's "It's my pleasure, Dylan."

I hang up the call and put it in my blazer pocket as I take out the pages I printed earlier. Throwing it at him.

"Read it"

He slowly inches towards, it picking it up gingerly.... He reads page after page. If you thought, once someone hit rock bottom they can't fall further. Then you are wrong. I watch him despair as he see's evidence of all his past misdeeds. Drugs, prost.i.tution, corruption..... He apparently tried to 'sell' Hyori to a j.a.panese investor last year. After she refused to drink with the man, he cut off all support to her and force-ably kept all of her copyrights which she has made over the past 3 years. The height of her solo career which will cost her millions!

The greedy pig, probably never thought he'd get his retribution handed to him by a random 'boy'.

"If you ever show your face in front of Hyori or me. Or anyone I care about .... I will end your life. Pack your things and get out. Take that sound engineer with you. This branch is closed until further notice. "

I stand up from my seat, and make my way to the door when he latches onto my leg and begins grovelling.

"Please, please.. Dylan right? We can sort this out... another way you don't have to do.... " He says incoherently with tears running down his face realizing his life is over

I look at him with absolutely no pity. "If you want to be treated with dignity. You treat others the same. If you even cared about your artists as people you wouldn't leverage their dreams against their body. And use them as if they were things you can dispose of....People aren't things. They are people!"

"I'm..... sorry" he weakly apologizes

'Huh? His sorry? To who!' I look at him with pure disdain, as he just continues to remind me of the monster I had known during my childhood.