❣ ❝Call for Help.❞
{ Minjung: OPEN }
Standing out on the rooftop of the corporate building, Minjung’s chest is rising and falling with each breath; it begins quick and shallow, but eventually slows down and deepens as she tries to calm herself and stay level-headed. She’s usually able to take care of her clients in a quick and professional manner, albeit discreetly and with means that aren’t exactly legal. Political turmoil between government officials may seem like a sticky situation from the outside, but politics are a cakewalk for Minjung. While she’s always up for a challenge, once in a while she feels as if she’d rather take a scumbag politician over the chaos that she’s currently been hired to fix.
Keeping a public figure’s reputation spotless is what she does for a living, but it’s so much more difficult when the person is an entertainer. It makes a situation much more fragile, makes Min have to tread lightly and keep the people who know down to a complete minimum. Entertainers are in the public eye, have people who will follow their every move; how they managed to even get into this situation is something Min can’t even fathom, but she does know that she has her work cut out for her. As she stood atop the roof of the entertainment agency with her phone in hand, she stared out at the skyline, already apprehensive about making that phone call.
When Min had called her contact in desperation, she nearly had an aneurysm as they had responded with an apology, not even wanting to touch the situation at hand. Instead, they had given her contact information for someone else; someone who had a grasp on people further and deeper than Min’s own range of contacts. While she didn’t want to ask a new person for help with such a delicate situation, she was running out of options. She had to step away from the conference room to think about her options, and at that point, this person was the closest she was going to get to getting the job done.
Loosening her white-knuckled grip on her cellphone enough to show the screen, Minjung’s gaze fell to the lit up pixels as her thumb tapped the pixels to input the code for her phone. While getting to the phone call app on her phone, she fished around her pocket for the slip of paper, a phone number scrawled on it in blood red ink. Within a few seconds, she had the phone up to her ear. One ring, two ring, three ring... Hearing the call connect, Min took a breath and exhaled, soon parting her lips to speak. “...I heard you can make things disappear. How would you like to have your work cut out for you this time around?”
