Lost in confusion (Lost in translation short story)

The Confusion

Hi guys! *Dodges knives* Okay so I get you guys are mad... *sheepish rub behind head* So I do have an excuse. My computer broke down and then school started and teachers are EVIL!!! Anyways, thanks for sticking with this story so far even if I've been a terrible author at updating. Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!!! (My writing style has changed slightly)

Previously...

I quickly put on a fake smile and lead them to the waiting area.

"Right this way"

As I go back to my desk, I look at the pictures that line up the hallway and that's when I finally confirmed who was here.

Mayhem

Jaewon's group

This will be fun

Wyld's POV

As I entered the room, I immediately tensed up. This feeling was familiar but uncomfortable, it made me want to run. I knew that this wasn't going to end well. There wasn't anywhere I could go. I had to go in.

As I walked in, I quickly took in my surroundings, trying to take in each and every detail I could. There was the desk, the windows and other types of decor. The curtains were closed, save for one to illuminate the rest of the room (though it wasn't doing a very good job.) The thing that attracted my attention the most, was the lone figure staring out of the window.

''Ah Wyld, I was expecting you.'' said the figure. I knew who it was. He was the reason I was here.

Mr.Park, the CEO of High Class Entertainment. 

''Come here'' He said, pointing to the spot next to him. I quickly scurried to his side, keeping my mouth shut and looking down at the ground. I wasn't a slave, although it felt that way.

We stood in silence for a couple of minutes before he began to speak.

''I'm disappointed in you. You have barely made it in the news all month, your performances have been off, and you haven't even made as much as you COULD'VE this month.'' Mr. Park says all this with a blank face. No expressions. This is worse than I thought. 

'' Would you like me to estimate how much you could've made this month and add it to Mayhem's debt?'' He was smirking now. He knew exactly what got under my skin.

The debt. The stupid thing was why I was doing all this. The reason why I pretended to be a playboy, why I changed after Mayhem's debut and why I can't say anything to the press. When HCE (high class entertainment) had to choose between Mayhem or another group, they were originally going to choose the other group. We knew that. But seeing all my group member's faces, knowing that all of our work was going to go down the drain, it hurt. It hurt so god damn much that I made a deal with the devil. 

If I worked under a different contract from the rest of my group, HCE would choose Mayhem. The debt was this. If I made enough money from all these scandals and all the attention, I could pay off the debt, the contract and Mayhem could work under a different company. A company where they wouldn't scam me, where they would listen to our opinions on what we wanted and didn't want to do. If I saved enough, we could finally be free. Every time I didn't make my monthly quota, Mr. Park would take what I didn't earn and add it to the debt so that it almost never shrunk. 

''NO!'' Those words slipped out of my mouth, unintentionally. 

''No?'' He replied, still staring out the window.