King of the Last Drama

"Hello, I'm Kyung-jae, who joined the planning team from today!"

Jung Minjae took her long throat out. Everyone I met bowed their heads.

Human resources were not usually dark. But being so compulsive was so traumatic that I was treated as a killer by the writer that I forgot to say hello a long time ago.

'To Kim Jeon Gam Fiddy, the writer who was practicing as a novelist is a mess to me...'

I sighed. I just wished I'd never seen him again.

... but, well, this isn't the only place to go to say hello.

After eating a new heart and trying for a while, the political party soon began to hit the wall.

"Oh, good night, Butaca."

"Yes? Yes…"

It was better to shudder back at the awkward Korean answer.

"Oh, is this the one who's coming today?"

I heard this guy played a key role in the 1st Vulcan project. "

"Don't overestimate it too much. You know director Lee always talks down on himself."

"Wow, It's a good word to say in front of it, isn't it?"

Jung Minjae's eyes began to swim.

"Uh, that...”

"Never mind, man! I'm delighted to meet you."

"We will spare no effort to cooperate."

I heard that Webflix was planning to jump himself, but the proportion of foreigners was much higher than I thought. Like an extremely common Korean Tok 'ik high scorer, Jung Minjae's forehead quickly became wet with sweat.

Spare... what? It was an expression that I clearly knew....

"Ah!"

While shaking an awkward handshake, someone approached him in anticipation.

"I heard you were coming. See you soon!"

"Uh……"

Jung Minjae laughed at his head for a moment. Who was he?

After a while, the shimmering pumps heels and neat tweed jackets alternated and opened their mouths.

"Are you a writer?"

"... you don't even have to ask."

"Oh, my God. Sorry!"

Bow your head as you squirm your lips.

"You're so mature, I don't know."

I meant it, not flattering.

It was only a dull impression that I used to wear uniforms, so it was no wonder they didn't match well. It was an honest admiration to say that it was close to halfway through the annuloplasty.

Keea smiled but was not very happy.

"... the surrounding reactions are like this."

"Yes?"

"No, you're welcome."

She began to exchange and receive stories with foreigners who had gathered in fluent English within a week. The thirty year old Toriq high scorer had no choice but to watch the sight.

After the foreigners left laughing, the political party coughed in vain.

"Th-that... you speak English so well?"

"I studied."

Maintenance said in a glorious tone.

"I didn't do well at first, but since Research Journal , my brother... I thought Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy would be involved a lot in the future."

"... that you studied for two years?"

"Yes."

"......"

I studied for two years and that's it.

While Zhang Minjae was in self-loathing, Keeping smiled.

"Anyway, good to see you. I think you've been busy lately. I want you to be strong."

"Absolutely."

I felt comfortable with a clear smile and a respected feeling without that tea. After studying for a stubborn writer, he felt like he had come to heaven.

Yeah, this is it. How can you endure a difficult schedule while being insulted and stressed?

Now there will be a fuzzy sight waiting for you when you shoot like a play. Jung Minjae was convinced that his choice was not wrong.

When those who were brightening the conference room welcomed him, the idea grew stronger.

-About thirty minutes.

#

"So, you don't have to come up with a plan that the other team can go after!"

Seo-yerin thumped and lowered his desk.

"That's how good I am, and what's the point of being selfish on my own?!"

It was such an old age that even the politicians on the side had no choice but to flinch.

However, even the eyebrows were not shaken by the peasant party. I hit my chin with an incomprehensible expression.

"Why should I care about other teams?"

"What?"

"Brother... didn't we come together to gather the best ideas for planning? If there's a team that can't keep up with the best, I think it's right to abandon you, sister."

Seo-yerin was evil at it.

"... Are you talking about leaving this side?"

"I don't think so. I didn't mean to, but I'm sorry if you think so."

It was a faceless face, but it was actually a level answer because you had a stab in the corner.

A heavy static descended.

"......"

Hot and cold eyes hit me. I even heard the illusion that the entire conference room was full of white fog.

In it, the political party looked up at the ceiling in a daze.

'Where is this place? And who I am.'

The soft and fuzzy atmosphere that reminded me of my time as a theatre. At the start of the meeting in earnest, Seo-yerin and Keeping began to run into each other harshly.

Seo Soo-hyun writer and Kim Kyung-suk writer who were behind it, whether the level was serious or not, were strong enough to consider it.

Even the rumor that they had held each other's hair at one time meant that the two of them could do the same.

"So, your plan is the best? You must be the only one who's grown old. With such a horse-drawn scenario..."

"Stable? If I show you, I think you'll get the exact opposite."

"You......!"

Seo-yerin bites her in a sarcastic tone.

The last of the "Three Times" with the Storm of Honor. It came from a script that looked like a mess to others, and Lee Hyun-suk has always boasted about it.

Seo-yerin couldn't understand that. However, he could not stand down.

I didn't even think he was wrong in the first place.

"Don't base this on Fiddy! Tell me a few times that drama isn't made by itself!"

"If you don't base it on the General Director of Planning, who should you base it on?"

"You're not listening to me, even though you know it!"

"I don't know? What the hell do you want to say!"

The two writers stood up and stared at each other.

Kyung-jae looked at the ceiling in a daze.

'It's hell of a tax…… "

He really thought so.

At the time, the purity of the two writers, like the theatre, seemed to him like an ideal scent, and the landscape was literally abundant.

I wanted to cry a little.

"…… ♬"

And even in this mess, the transfer in one corner was a completely unpleasant attitude. I was busy tidying my nails with a manicure that looked half way to Simdrum.

"Haah."

Idona, on the other hand, was sitting on her head.

The enormous notoriety (?), but I didn't think I'd be able to stop it. I think I realize it's useless to try to dry it.

Oh, my God, is there another broken heart like this?

Jung Minjae looks up at the ceiling because he is ignorant. He didn't even guess if this plan was going to roll.

'... let's rethink it.'

An hour after that. He was still a bystander while Jung Minjae killed himself.

Suddenly something new, something terrible happened. One day, the eyes of the two writers were on him.

"Then let's ask Pyeong-jae Fiddy, who is my brother's surrogate!"

Why.

"Ha, so you want to hear objectively how crazy you sound? Not good!"

No, I don't.

I'm not really your surrogate...!

Despite the attitude of the two writers who looked at themselves with fierce eyes, the axis was wet in just a few seconds. I wanted to say something, but of course I didn't hear anything.

I looked around for salvation. The two laborers opened their eyes and Idona looked quietly. By this time, I thought I was starting to study the gradient.

I shook my head.

He was a hedgehog.

"You can be honest."

"Absolutely not. Tell me honestly how stupid that kid is."

Why?

Why do you feel so frightened when there are only beauties around?

I was in the middle of a tremble with fear that Seon Minjae could not do this or do this.

I got a call. It was close to Cheonan, so the political party received a hot stone without even looking at the number.

"Yes, I'm a politician!"

"... Brother?"

The ambiance has changed. Jung Minjae nodded repeatedly.

"Oh, yes. I'm in a meeting right now."

"Yes, I'm with you."

"Yes, yes."

"Ah…"

Jung Minjae became confused.

"... you're coming now?"

The transfer plunged the nail polish and took out the acetone.

#

By the time I arrived, the meeting room was full of discussions. I looked at the atmosphere without going right in.

Well, the atmosphere was as mild as always.

"You too! I didn't even think about your settings."

"... uh, yeah. Yes."

"Huhu, the team is split, but work hard together!"

The calligrapher turns her head awkward to Gia holding hands. It was a rare tint that covered my face.

"......"

"Whoo."

Even without saying anything, I was listening to the story in a serious manner while keeping my posture upright. I was a little blurred by that attitude.

Idona... Do you have a little headache? It's on my head.

That's enough. I purposely coughed and knocked on the door. Gia and Snow turned their eyes in a semi-colored manner.

"Ah, brother!"

"Director."

I put down the coffee I bought with a smile.

"Yeah, how's it going?"

"Well... I had a little disagreement."

"That's it. You don't have to hurry."

I tapped Gia's shoulder and passed on the straw to Snowy.

He greeted the others and turned his gaze and sat on the other side. How could you look so frosty?

I smiled and asked.

"Well, are you getting used to it?"

"Yes? No, that's..."

"If anyone wants to say something, say it. I'll tell you something."

That's what I gave you, "he added.

"I don't want anything..."

I looked around at the people who murmured like a parrot.

Why was the stare on the left of the letter focused? Snow and Gia's gaze sparkled strangely.

I frowned.

"Hmm? Are you in here?"

"... Haha, I'm sure."

Minjae smiled awkwardly.

"So… I was a little surprised that this was the ideal meeting I thought."

"Well, I guess so."

I smiled bluntly.

"I beg of you. In the future, if I vacate my seat, you'll be in the middle of it."

The answer came out a little late.

"…… Yes."

It was a slightly depressing face, whether or not it was wet to the senses.

Towards 2520 hours (4) End