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Chapter 9

"Low profile my ass" I struggled as I got on the cycle. The scotching sun didn't help me either. After 10 minutes which felt like 10 hours, I dropped off in front of a big building. There were many black vans and expensive cars. I parked my intimidated black bicycle beside those automobiles with an extravagant price.

"Hi. I'm Roseanne. The new makeup artist" I introduced myself to the receptionist.

She looked at her computer for a few seconds and faked a smile. "Ahhh. De. The manager would like to read the documents you've brought. You can take the elevator to level 3 room 17"

"Wha.." I wanted her to repeat what she just said but the telephone line cut me off. She answered the phone and whispered "One sec". She spent minutes on the phone. I went to the elevator and pressed level 3.

On reach up, my mind went blank on seeing a corridor with tons of room facing each other. I passed each room reading the label. 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19. Wait was it 18 or 19?

I peeked into room 19. It was an employ room with racks of fancy clothes. This must be the dressing room.

Room 18. Okay.

I politely knocked three time on the hard door. No response.

I peeked into the room. There was a blonde man sitting on a chair with headphones on.

"Manager nim." I said in my sweetest tone.

I rolled my eyes at the backs of my head when he didn't respond. Surprisingly, he began singing. Slowly and beautifully. I didn't interrupt and quietly listened to his melodic voice.

"nuneul gamgo ajik yeogi seo isseo
samakgwa bada gaunde gireul irhgoseo
yeojeonhi hemaego isseo
eodiro gaya halji yeah

(I'm still standing here with my eyes closed. Lost between the deserts and oceans. I'm still wandering. Where should I go yeah)

(Lost-BTS vocals)"

I sighed when he stopped singing and began making notes.

"Manager nimmm!" I stepped closer and said louder.

"Ahh. Kamchagiya!! (You scared me)" he yelled from his chair.

"I'm sorry" I bowed "I knocked and called you earlier but you didn't respond"

He simply pointed at his headphone and shot me a "duh dumbo" expression.

"Sorry" I apologised once again "I won't waste more of your time. Here are the documents"

"Why are you here?" He was clearly confused.

I tried to be considerate and responded "Ah. You must have had a busy day. I am the new makeup artist. The girl at the reception sent me to you. She said you wanted to read my documents...." he was still a bit lost ".... manager nim"

"Ma..manager nim" he stuttered "Do you live under the rocks?"

"De" I was puzzled.

"Me? Am I that old?" He pointed at himself.

"De" I repeated.

He flipped through the pages of my file. His eyes paused at a certain page.

"You sing at the church?" He looked up from his chair.