Sweet Revenge [In progress] ©

Chapter 5

Three kids? I thought he had two. I almost fall out my chair, and catch myself before anything drastic happens. Maybe I should click on the video. So with no clear option I click and watch it.

The speech gets interesting when he suddenly speaks of a son who is in military and came to attend his mother's wedding to his new father. I pause the video and shut the laptop, the sound echoing a bit too loudly.

   The snoring coming from the couch even louder than the laptop echoes through the living room.

  Two days passed since our initial contact, and I was trying very hard to get a hold of him. Dylan, impatient as usual, poked my waist. He poked it again, since my rubbernecking clearly bothered him. "Yes, Mr Im?" I said, lowering myself to his level, where he sat.

  "He's probably busy, so you can stop now," he said before turning his attention back to the script. It's a historical drama, since his 'hanbok' looks expensive. His headpiece was set in the mini table. Black and ever-so delicate.

  Where has he gone to? But the part about 'the son' and 'Baxter Industries' doesn't quell my thirst for knowledge. I'd rather not dwell on it.

  In a moment of distress, my stomach growled. I rubbed in hopes that I wouldn't have to deal with Dylan's immediate reprimand. A footstep, a familiar one in fact, halts near me. I look up, and he is still in his costume.

"You haven't changed, have you?" I ask without thinking. The bewilderment on his face pushes a laugh out of me. "Out of the costume!"

Dylan sighs, before creating a face I can't read and leaving me there. I go after him a moment later, tugging my bag on. The sky is a deep, dark blue, the trees are bare, and the air is chilly. Dylan's steps are very wide, and light, feathery almost. While he walks, I decide to look up 'Baxter Industries'.

I know I am still thinking of getting answers, and reclaim what's mine. I don't realize I've stopped until he yells at me to get moving. He is impatient, and I'm here to do his bidding, so I keep up.

  Back home, I sit on the couch, letting my thoughts wander to the 'Son' and where he could be now, and also to the man I met two days prior. Is he really that busy? Or is he avoiding me?

   I pass out on the couch, and end up sleeping through the rest of the night, until I am woken up by Dylan's hand shaking my shoulder. "Get up, you lazy bum!" he says. I groan and roll over. For a few minutes, nothing crosses my mind until...hold on, Aren't I the manager? Why did I sleep in?

  Just like that, I'm in a hurry to get out of the house, with Hallyu star Dylan in tow. The traffic isn't bad, and we seem to arrive just in time to the studio. I ask Dylan to wait, and step into the elevator, heading up to the fifth floor. The three I met earlier seems to have already arrived and are in Mr. Baxter's office, in heated discussions.

  I wrap on the door, and I am let in, after a few minutes. The snakes are all staring at me, with their eyes glazed over. Mr. Baxter is sitting behind his desk, smiling at me, as if he's proud. "Is there something wrong with-" he asks. I cut him off, "No!... I mean... uh.... Mr Baxter, I wanted to discuss something private with you,"

  He looks stunned, and then immediately lets out a laugh. He lets the three of them go, and asks me, to take a seat. "What is this private matter?"

  I sit there, and pick at my end of my skirt, staring at the floor. For a few minutes I was looking at the floor before I decided to lie.

"Can I not manage, Dylan?" I ask. His eyes bulged at the question I just threw. Dad... please?

"No, he's tied to our contract and until he debuts under our company, you will not switch or be able to switch," he replied. Calmly he asked me to get out, politely.

  The two were there, giggling. As I left for the elevator, they stared at me very haughtily.