Now it was time to fuck with King's life again, starting with showing him what it is like to live under a microscope.
I used my resources to snap shots of King for the next four hours. Everything from photos of him on the verge of tears to jumping down the throat of a maid for her failure to line up his shower products in the correct order. I captured shots of him picking out a tie and going to the toilet with his laptop draped across his lap.
He yelled at his private secretary when she failed to replace Min adequately. Apparently, Min quit. I couldn't wait to hear the story behind that. And I watched as he downed a fist full of pills from bottles that he had stored in his office drawer.
Since when did King take drugs like that? I was lucky if he would take pain relievers when he was sick.
