Chapter 82: Star Manager (6)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
Those who liked alcohol drank, leaving the meat pancakes and pollack pancakes on top of the platform table alone, and those who didn’t drink, including the quadruplets, ate fruits as they all waited for the TV commercial to end.
Of course, the topic of conversation on both sides was me.
“Sunwoo, if there were things like this, you shouldn’t have hidden it and told me right away. I almost missed it without knowing. Why? Did you not do well during the recording? Were you stuttering and trembling on TV?”
“But he isn’t the type to go somewhere and tremble, you know?”
“Also, all the weird parts would have been edited out anyways, right?”
“All broadcasts are like that. Don’t tell me you were completely edited out and you only show up for a few seconds?”
I emptied my heart and slouched deep into the sofa.
My older cousin, who was the latest to arrive, said,
“Ah, but eldest uncle set up the parking space outside, right? Some bad-mannered person parked his car there. A white minivan. Completely new. It’s not one of ours, right?”
“That’s mine.”
My cousin’s eyes widened at my words.
“You drove it here? Is it a company car? Hey, then is it a celebrity’s?”
“No, it’s mine.”
This time, it wasn’t just my cousin, other people’s eyes widened as well.
“What? It hasn’t been that long since you’ve started working and you bought a car already?”
“An installment plan? You bastard, you got some guts. You’re gonna break your back paying that off!”
“He didn’t buy it, his company CEO bought it for him. For doing a good job.”
My mom said abruptly. It seemed she still felt uneasy that I received a car as her expression wasn’t good. Well, it wasn’t only my mom who was like this. My brother and sister-in-law repeatedly told me it was strange and advised me to look into it.
My cousin dragged his butt over towards me.
“Your company CEO bought you a car? Is your CEO a woman?”
“What are you thinking? He’s a middle-aged man.”
“Then it’s even weirder? No matter how great of a job you do, instead of giving you a bonus or a raise, he gave a new employee a car? What kind of person is he?”
What kind of person was CEO Baek Hansung?
With the sweet persimmon the quadruplets brought me in my mouth, I mumbled,
“He’s someone a lot of managers consider a role model.”
To be honest, I thought the same before I met him, but after joining and interacting with him, everything about CEO Baek Hansung left a deeper impression on me. Should I say he was like the ideal ‘CEO’ I had imagined?
I had momentarily been lost in my thoughts when reality washed over me like a tsunami.
“Quiet! It’s starting, it’s starting!”
The title ‘Star Manager’ filled the TV screen.
The living room, which had been noisy as a marketplace, instantly became quiet. Even the quadruplets lined up in front of the TV and widened their already round eyes with the intent of finding me on the screen.
The jib operator swept over the studio with an overlooking shot.
On the managers’ side, it seemed like it should swipe past me when it caught me in a close-up.
“Oh my, brother. It’s Sunwoo, Sunwoo! There’s Sunwoo over there!”
“Wow, Jung Sunwoo! You really are on TV! But do you have makeup on?”
“Just how many celebrities are on there? Did you talk with all of them?”
With one hand tightly gripping the remote control, I replied to the outpour of questions. The broadcast was only starting but I felt parched. I glugged down my sikhye{1}.
Then I went into a coughing fit and almost threw it all up.
The MCs were about to introduce me when an insert began to play.
It was me sitting at a company desk, diligently adjusting the schedule. There was no one with me. It was just me talking into my phone alone. Then I crossed my arms together and nodded in front of the whiteboard.
It was the so-called setup shot for my profile.
“Wow, uncle is freaking cool! Is that W&U? Is Blackout there too?”
“Sunwoo, when you’re like that, you look like a different person. You look quite the part?”
“Is that your office? Are there nice female employee there?”
“Just let him be. Sunwoo might even marry a celebrity.”
Please let this just pass.
Please. Quickly.
They went through other people’s introductions really quickly, but why was mine so long?
Lastly, they showed a group picture of me with Neptune and a picture of Lee Songha clinging on my back, which I had no doubt the PR Team gave them. The living room erupted into a commotion once more. It was noisier than during the World Cup.
Alternating between the TV and my phone, I focused on monitoring the broadcast.
Although I didn’t want to think about work when I had come down to my parents’ home for the long weekend, my desire was surging right now. I felt like I had to work if I wanted to endure this for an entire hour.