Big Life

23-13

“· · · · · · · Come on in. ”

Reconstruction turned to the writers and said with a expressionless face.

The delays on standing alone at risk seemed inconspicuous.

“You're supposed to be writing in your office. Go inside.”

Reconstruction pressed the password and grabbed the door hook.

Immediately before crossing the threshold, the delay slows down on your knees.

“P-please forgive me, Teacher! ”

“Aren't you guys coming in? Close that door? ”

It was still a reconstruction that treated delays as invisible.

The delay on your knees is rubbing your hands together until your palms are worn out.

“I'm so crazy. Life was so hard, I lost my mind. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. I'm begging you, sir! ”

Tears like chicken shit fell from both eyes of the delay.

Somi, standing in the basket of writers, gritted her nose slightly for a moment. After committing the sin, the skinny woman fell to her knees and felt sorry for the way she begged.

“I'll do whatever you say. Please forgive me for being an idiot. I'll take whatever punishment I get. Ugh! ”

Delay in the heat crushed the carpet floor on the forehead. She wanders through the void of the hallway like a ghost with nowhere to go. Several people from the elevator were interested in the sound of crying and were throwing their eyes at it.

“I made it very clear that day. ”

The reconstruction standing at the threshold mutters and takes off his outfit. My body was slowly warming from my head. Relieved of his temper, he said.

“We'll wait until midnight. But my phone never rang. ”

“At that time · · · · · · · · I was so scared and scared · · · · · · ·! Thinking about how to make amends all night and just thinking about it! ”

I tried excuses where delays didn't even work with a wet face. The reconstruction laughs coldly and cuts off her words in the middle.

“And I'm not the one who's going to punish Mr. Delay. There must be hostiles everywhere. I hope you get through this. ”

When the horse is finished, the reconstruction turns around.

The delay felt his whole body collapsing with a ‘thump’ sound. I couldn't even beg for forgiveness. The blurry vision suddenly darkened.

“I think we should go in. ”

Minho stepped forward and pushed the writers into the office. The last step in, he looks at the delay and closes the door firmly.

“Miss, what's going on? Huh?”

“Why are you doing this here? ”

Two middle-aged women approached and asked for a delay.

I stood up stealing my wet face because I couldn't take it any longer. With a narrow back of her curious gaze, she makes her way to the elevator.

‘Where to go · · · · · · ·. ’

By pressing the button on the first floor, I realized that I had nowhere to go.

I felt like I was about to burst into tears once I squeezed my lighter wallet.

‘I can't do it · · · · · · · I have to ask for a deposit · · · · · · · ·. ’

The rest of the money was not enough to pay for the rent of the studio room.

After a troubled end, the delay took out the phone.

The trembling fingertips hold down the lead writer's number.

- Uh, Mr. Delay. I was going to call.

As soon as the senior writer received it, he said cheerfully.

The delay was suspicious and cautious because it was too energetic.

“W-what's going on? ”

- Uh, Mr. Delay first. Why did you call me?

“Hey · · · · · · · I'm really sorry I need a little money but I was wondering if you could pay me · · · · · · · ·. ”

An unexpected laugh rings a short, delayed eardrum.

Subsequently, the previous owner said without hesitation.

- Yeah, I'll pay you back. About half a million won?

“Well, I'd appreciate it. ”

A happy smile appeared in the mouth of the delay.

Just before the senior writer's next words.

I'll deposit you in 10 minutes. Don't come out tomorrow.

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

- Don't you understand Korean? You've been working so far, but you've done so much. We got fired just in time for this. Thank me, right?

“Stop, Sunbae. What are you talking about? ”

The two hands of the delay holding the phone trembled unbearably.

The elevator door to the first floor was opened.

He had even forgotten that the delay when he was informed of his dismissal was that he had to go to the back gate to avoid reporters.

- Do you know how close Mr. Delay was to PD and Mr. Kim? Wouldn't it be so unfair and pathetic to lose a local TV to a writer like you?

“Seo, Sunbae · · · · · · ·! ”

- Don't you fucking call me that!

My boss just blew me away.

One leg of the stunned delay is completely bent.

- Oh, come on. I didn't want to have to tell you this because I'm Mr. Delay's girl, but don't fucking live like that, okay? If you think of yourself as a human being, at least try to be as trash as you can be recycled. Don't call ahead!

Knuckles!

The phone is disconnected.

The delay stands at the forefront of the hall, where countless people come and go.

Reporters were leaning outside the front door, noticing her and blowing up the flash from afar.

......

[Officially, Chaebora, "For the sake of your fans, punish the late writer severely."]

[Rehabilitation writer beats the crowd again with a long delay, good press play?]

[Tearing during the press conference, ‘This is the last thing I need to pay attention to because I was late.']

[The reaction of people close to Chaebora, ‘It's ridiculous and ridiculous’, ‘It's always like an angel, Bora, don't fall down. ’]

[Chambora Pan Cafe members vertical rise, endless support and encouragement]

[Hareconstruction writer phone interview, ‘I don't have enough time to write. No Evidence for Mud Fights’]

‘Damn it! ’

Joon squeezed the phone.

If this were his house, not a pork lodge, he might have already thrown it against the wall.

It's been a decade since I became a celebrity, and I've been realizing the power of the press.

“Aunt, another bottle of soju, please. ”

It was a shabby restaurant in Chongro Mocha.

If it were not for the introduction of rebuilding, I would never have been to a place like this in my life.

It was inexpensive and tasty, but above all, it was perfect for him because he could not be aware of others' gaze.

“Are you hitting on daydrinking because you have no schedule? ”

Tae-Bong, who just came into the restaurant, sighs and sits across the street.

He didn't even look. He poured a new drink into an empty glass.

“Charin is worried a lot. Give me a call. ”

“I'll see you tonight anyway. You want a drink? ”

“Who drives? Aunt, give me a bottle of cider. ”

Tae-bong fills his glass with cider and raises it high.

Toju gave a toast as if he were throwing it before drinking.

“Bora knew about me and Charyn. ”

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

“I told the reconstructor to apologize, and he came out with it. Where did it come from?"

After finishing the conversation with a question, JooJoon took a sip.

Tae-Bong opened his mouth after rolling his eyes.

“Could it be Woo Jae-hoon? Why, you always hung out so well. You and Cho Cho Chul-won were close and connected to Phil's ICU Entertainment. ”

“That's a possibility. ”

“Hey, Joon. Have some food and drink. ”

“Food goes to your neck. ”

After shaking the empty bottle, I ordered another one.

Tae-Bong takes off his coat and loosens even the tie around his neck.

“I can't take it anymore. I'll call for a surrogate. I'll have one too. ”

“I'm sorry, bro. I didn't listen. ”

“Do you think Joon Park in the world will apologize? The world has changed a lot. ”

Tae-Bong said that with a bitter smile.

“I don't know how much you like him. Of course you were furious, but you need to know this. You're not the author that matters most to me. ”

“I know. ”

She was broadcasting news about Chabor's press conference on the wall.

In the middle of the flash baptism, Bora was sniffing more sadly than anyone else in the world.

He lowered his eyes with a vomiting look.

“That bitch is going to wipe out this year's space show. ”

“Forget it now. Huh? That's how the world works. ”

“I'll forget. Just one more thing. ”

He straightened his fingers.

Tae-Bong's face turned white in an instant.

“There was only one? What are you talking about? ”

Glug glug!

JooJoon's phone rang just in time. At the instant, Tae-Bong could see the three letters’ lag 'on the liquid crystal. In front of Tae-Bong, who opened his eyes, Joon suddenly received a phone call.

“Did you meet him?”

- I'm on my way.

“Do your best. Don't worry about costs. I'm warning you again, if this reconstruction gets in your ears, you're not gonna let it go. ”

- Yeah, yeah. I'll keep that in mind. Thank you so much for your opportunity.

“I'm not doing this because I feel sorry for you. It's because of the shitty situation you're the only one on Biville Hill. ”

- Oh, I know. Sorry.

“If you think you're sorry, you better do it now. ”

Joon hung up on me.

I asked Tae-Bong, holding the table in my hands like he was waiting for me.

“What's going on? Why did you contact the assistant writer? ”

“I was just introducing you to OANJ's office. You have to try as hard as you can. ”

As hateful as Bora was, so was the delay.

In Joojoon's view, both women were nothing but the same trash. So I didn't want to, but I had no choice.

“Ha, do you know this fact? ”

“Didn't you hear me on the phone? Of course not. Don't tell the reconstructor either. You wouldn't like it if you knew I was doing this for you. ”

“A friend's love for once is horribly distinct, really. ”

Tae-Bong presses his back long and sticks out his tongue.

Joon smiled and grabbed his phone again. The first "Let's see a movie" of the rebuilding was playing.

......

“Snowflake, go down now. I'm playing with Lyka. ”

Somi picks up the pen that was hovering on her tablet and says,

Her eyes curl up at her thighs, like a lump of snow. She doesn't even flinch.

“Sis, get off my leg. Lika and you, we never spread our legs. Now, come on. ”

“Meow.”

“What a cute little thing. Is that all you get when you're cute? Is that all?”

Somi grabbed her eyebrush and kissed her. The bathroom door was opening behind my back and I was rebuilding after the shower.

“You're very pretty. ”

“Oh, that! It's so cute! ”

Somi lowers her fiery eye brush with a red face. I lowered my head halfway to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

“I'll do the dishes. ”

“No, you have plans this morning. Take a break."

“It's hard not to eat. Give it to me."

“Oh.”

Reconstruction took the container of electric rice cooker and washed it with rice. While preparing the miso stew next to him, Somi said to Najjik.

“You're finally in Hollywood. ”

“Let's meet and talk. ”

Reconstruction laughs and receives words.

The person who was supposed to meet today was Paramount Purchasing Officer and Agent Eugene.

He came to Korea because of the copyright of the 'Mushroom Bath'.

In this place that was already on the news for generations, we were supposed to accompany Myeong-seok, of course.

“You must be busy writing anyway. ”

“Not really. I don't have anything else to do with this. It's only a matter of selling the rights. The 20-year-old summer scenario was completely discontinued with this director. The only urgency is to use Oscar's dungeon. ”

A quick breakfast was prepared in collaboration with the two of them.

While the stew was boiling, the egg horses, butterfish, mackerel, and cucumber were on the table one after the other.

“Shall I wake up the writers now? ”

“We'll eat first. Everyone must be tired from writing all night. ”

Reconstruction and Somi sat across from each other and picked up the spoon.

Somi hurriedly reaches out her arm, which will loosen the egg horses before she even knows it. My body still reacts before my mind.

“Hey, Writer Ha. Can I ask you a question? ”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

“You're not willing to forgive that assistant writer · · · · · · ·? ”

I stopped the chopsticks that the reconstruction had taken to my mouth and looked at them. Somi shakes her hand in a daze, adding.

“Oh, no. I didn't mean anything by it, I just asked. You cried so much that day. Maybe I'm reflecting a lot because of my own mistakes · · · · ·"

“Did that look like tears to you? ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

“Eat.”

The reconstruction finishes with a bloody smile.

Somi can't talk anymore, and she shoves a spoonful of rice in her mouth.

Glug glug!

“I'm sorry, please eat. ”

The reconstruction put down the chopsticks and stood up. When I saw the ringing phone, it was a phone call from Myeong-seok. The reconstruction, which I thought would come to pick me up, answered the phone smiling.

“Yes, Editor. ”

- Hah, I'm very sorry, but it's a little late for an appointment today.

The two eyes of the reconstruction narrowed. A man who always keeps his promises like a sword is late for an important event like today. What is this inevitable situation?

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