In the V.I.P. area Kamou and Juho sat, enjoying their date. The two deep in their conversations, happy to spend some quality time together, giggling from time to time. Food laid on the table with expensive vine bottle, that the two drank slowly. It was perfect, they looked great, their eyes filled with love for each other.
Juho received an important call, he excused himself to attend it. Kamou sat alone lost in her world waiting for him to be back. She was deep in thoughts, thinking about Juho when her phone chimed. Her eyes fell on the cellphone placed near her hand on the table. Not thinking much, she opened the text she had just received.
'How shameless of you, fooling around with your rich boyfriend.! Aren't you pathetic leeching off of him!'
Panic rushed throughout her body as she read the degrading message. With eyes filled with terror she stared at the screen. The sender of the message was unknown. Kamou tried hard to think who it could be, maybe a stalker.
Kamou looked around in all directions, trying to find the one spying on them. Her senses alert, she skimmed through the room, looking out for clues. She was getting restless. She felt someone's hand on her shoulder making her heart sink. She turned around and her eyes met Juho standing next to her.
The pale expression on her face was enough to tell Juho something was wrong. Her eyes seemed impatient, trembling a little.
"Are you okay?" He looked concerned.
"Home. Take me home please." Kamou said her eyes almost pleading.
Juho didn't asked any further questions but nodded in agreement. Kamou seemed really uncomfortable. He couldn't point the reason but something happened while he was gone. Assessing the surrounding, he quickly paid the bill. Kamou sat clutching her small purse in her hands, anxious to leave the place.
Juho extended his hand for Kamou, helping her stand up. They both walked towards the exit. On the way to the car Juho held her close to her, making sure she felt safe. Getting in the car they drove off.
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The drive was mostly quiet, Kamou was looking at the city lights, wandering in her thoughts. Juho was getting impatient, he couldn't hold it any longer.
"Would you please tell me what's going on?" his eyes focused on the road.
Kamou slowly turned her face towards him. Looking at his face which had a serious expression.
"Let's go to your place first. We'll talk there." she replied emotionless.
The drive hardly took them twenty minutes, they reached Juho's apartment. Inside Juho's apartment, Kamou helped herself with some water to drink. All this while Juho sat on his couch, his legs impatiently shaking, waiting for her to speak up.
Kamou opened the text she received and handed her phone to Juho. Not bothering to speak any further she sat beside him. As soon as Juho read the text his expression turned serious.
"Isn't this your private number?"
"Yes, I think I got myself a stalker." Kamou said calmly though she was freaking out inside.
Juho was impressed how swiftly she collected herself. Kamou was almost terrified minutes ago. What Juho didn't knew was she specifically wanted him to take her to his place because she felt safer with him.
"I'll take care of it." Juho said tightly holding her hand.
Kamou walked to his room, it was getting late and she needed to change for bed. Juho took the number and made a call to his manager. He gave his manager the number and asked him to look into the matter for him. Juho blocked the number from Kamou's phone and went inside his room.
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The next day passed almost in a flash. Juho dropped Kamou to her agency building on his way to his company in the morning. As Kamou was getting ready to step out of his car, he grabbed her hand. Kamou looked at him, asking him the reason for the sudden action.
"The other dress I sent you, the lilac one." He hesitated.
"Yes, what about it?" she was getting impatient.
"I got it for your movie premiere. Wear that one for tomorrow evening."
"I don't know Juho, I don't think the agency will allow me."
"I understand." Juho said letting go of her hand.
Kamou rushed out of his car, not giving him another glance. Juho waited there in his car for a minute, he knew how things worked but he still wanted her to wear the dress he got.
'She could have given me at least a goodbye kiss.' He was a little sad as he drove off.
Both of them had a busy schedule for the day. Juho had more photoshoots, press conference and practice sessions. His album was still new in the market so he needed to appear at multiple places. His PR team didn't miss a chance to promote him rigorously.
Kamou had her final dress fittings for the event. The higher ups wanted to meet her for her future projects. Kamou got offers and the agency had shortlisted a few of them that stood out. The agency was only looking into strong roles, mostly female lead. Kamou would go through some of these, before they decide her next project.
Kamou's agency was working hard to bring good publicity to her. They arranged a full-fledge PR team for her, which handled other high-profile stars at the agency. There was a possibility of her being a nation-wide sensation in coming years. With the premiere tomorrow it was time for her to start working on new projects.
Kamou was in her designer's office with Miss Min. She stood in the middle of the room, in front of a huge mirror, surrounded by people. Kamou wore the dress that she was supposed to wear tomorrow at the premiere. It was a black colored, off shoulder evening gown.
The gown itself was stunning but something seemed off when Kamou put it on. Miss Min agreed when Kamou expressed her opinion. The designers were taken aback by their remark. They had limited time left and coming up with new idea would be difficult.
Kamou pulled her manager aside and whispered something to her. The manager talked to someone over the phone and the problem was solved.