Gravity - a SeulKai novel ;

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If one could choose at what time they should get up for the rest of their life, what time would it be? Probably the time that they prefer day after day. Well, she could do it.

If one could decide to have their make-up done or their outfits recommended by experts, which one would it be? Probably the one they know less about. Well, she could have both.

If one could decide to eat in a luxury restaurant in Seoul, South Korea's capital, where would they go? Probably the best one. Well, she could go to them all.

If one could choose their own dream job, what would it be? Probably the one where you're in charge, you do nothing and still earn millions of won. Well... she had this as well.

And if one, eyes closed, dreamt their ideal life, what life would it be? She didn't have to imagine, because she had it. That was the ideal life everyone would want.

Envied and craved, and destined to remain so, her life was based on the daily, on an extraordinary routine created especially for her. It wasn't a case she had ended up on the list, drawn up by Forbes, of the most powerful thirty people under thirty years old of the world. Everything revolved around her, or was at her feet, because her father had laid the foundation for it to be so. In order for Kang Seulgi to impose and claim rights, to rule without anyone's complaints, to let her freely move her steps on an unavoidable pair of Louboutin in that universe of a perfect spoiled daughter that had been built for her and that she would have never traded for anything else in the world.

Good morning Miss, have you slept well?

Every morning that was the first sound that welcomed her into the new day ahead of her. Sure, it wasn't hard to sleep well when in your life you had all the possible comforts. She was looked after and pampered, living without that luxury seemed impossible and exhausting. She could take her time, eat what she wanted, have her make-up done, have her outfits recommended, she could drive herself or be taken around Seoul if she didn't want any thoughts.

Have a nice day, Miss.

The concierge of the building in which she lived at the top floor never missed to greet her and open the door for her. All the people in her life worked so that she could be happy and that made the young woman feel powerful. In time it had become a sense of omnipotence and she never failed to throw back at others, when arguments occurred, how 'pitiful' their lives were.

Good morning miss Kang!

When she arrived at Dinasty Entertainment, her father's agency, her assistant was always at the entrance ready to quickly whisper her the most succulent news, only positive ones. Problems, if there were, were certainly not of her competence.

Your father wants to see you!

That was something new. Her father rarely summoned her in his office, they didn't speak much, although he spoiled her to the point of excess. From her assistant's bright tone she could tell it was nothing serious, but it was a change of program, and she didn't like them.

What have I become? An ordinary employee that you can summon in your office at your convenience?

The door behind her back hadn't shut yet when she went to sit down without even waiting for her father to invite her to do so. She crossed her legs slowly rotating the leather chair on which she had sat. Her father's office was huge, with wide windows and a view on Gangnam among the most beautiful ever. Dinasty wasn't an ordinary agency... made of four main structures with offices, practice rooms, the studios - a quite low and long shaped facility that could easily contain, in its larger part, an airplane - the apartments for all the employees - so that they could be very close and ready when needed - plus a private road on which looked over the dorms of the idols, actors and models under the label. It was a neighborhood. A neighborhood inside the rich district of Gangnam. It had everything, shops and comforts of various kinds, a clear sign that the standard of living in that portion of Seoul reached its highest peak. Not among regular employees, however, who were forced into unorthodox working hours because someone had to sustain the 'shack'. And yet no one, in thirty years of existence of Dinasty, had ever voluntary resigned. Because it was stable, the only agency that hadn't known the crisis of kpop that ten years before had almost decreed its disappearance. Because the pay was good, according to the South Korean standards. And because you got to work with the best and everyone wanted to be proud to be among them. Not Seulgi, though, who saw being summoned in an office as the worst shame that could ever happen to her. She was not part of the 'ordinary' employees. She had nothing of ordinary, and she wanted to know the reason of that call hoping it was convincing, otherwise no one would have taken her away the taste of starting a fight at 10.00 a.m. . She looked away from the view and stared at her father who, since she had entered, hadn't made the slightest sign of noticing her. He was looking outside the windows at something she couldn't see.