I was still thinking about what to say to him when the older man at the foot of the stage, who stood with scripts in his hand climbed the stage and came towards me. He seemed to be the director, and as he stood in front of me, I feared his eyes would bore a hole through me.
"Are you blind? Which department are you from? Do you know who he is? I can assure you that you are getting fired for what you have just done, you dumb blonde!" He yelled, and I almost burst into tears. I was going to be fired even before I started working. I could already feel my eyes glaze over with tears.
Just then, Michael stood up from the floor, and everywhere grew silent; this is what we call power because even if a pin drops, you will hear the sound.
He turned to the director and spoke in a dangerously calm voice.
"I have warned you several times to learn how to talk to people because she is a minority does not mean you should talk to her anyhow, she did not knock me down on purpose, the same with the dancers that dance for me, they don't make mistakes on purpose, do I need to remind you this again?"
"If you don't learn how to speak to people properly, you might as well forget working with me because next time I mention this, you are getting fired, " he said and stormed out of the room.
My mouth hung open as I stood watching the whole scene unfold before me; what just happened?
Lin Yan defended me, he defended me, I thought again as I stood paralyzed before I snapped out of it and ran after him; when I caught up with him, he was just about to take the elevator that would take him down.
"Lin Yanl," I called, and he stopped his movement, his hand on the button; he just stood there without turning to look at me.
"I am sorry for that and thank you for defending me," I said softly, my voice shy, but he did not even acknowledge me, he just returned to pressing the button, and when the elevator opened, he stepped in turning to face me, his blue eyes glacial as he stared through me until the elevator dinged closed.
I was so lost in thought that I did not notice when Steven came to stand beside me until he waved his hand in front of my face, to get my attention.
"Wake up already," he said, and I turned to look at him; I am sure at that moment, I must have looked senile.
"Are you okay?" He asked
"Of course, I am okay, I am not the one that was knocked down," I said and glanced at the elevator again.
"You are lucky he is in a good mood today, else you would have been fired right on the spot, which means you'll lose the job even before starting it," he said, and I wondered if he aimed to reassure me or scare me.
"Is Lin Yan always like that?" I asked, and he gaped at me before looking around as if looking for something; then he moved closer to me and whispered in my ear.
"Nobody is allowed to call him Lin Yan in this company; you can only call him Michael or Big Brother; if you are heard calling him Lin Yan, you will be fired," he whispered, and I stared at him dumbfounded.
What sort of dumb rule is that, fans call him that all the time, so what's the fuss about?
I was about to mention that when the pager in his hand beeps and he looks at me with a sorry expression on his face.
"I am sorry, but I have to go now; I really wish to know you better, but duty calls. I will see you around then," he said and turned to leave; as if on second thoughts, he turned back to wink at me.
I smiled at him; he was such a charming young man; I liked him already.
After he left, I wandered around the company, not really looking for anything, just exploring because I didn't want to go home yet.
My mind wandered back to Michael again, to the moment my eyes had met his while he was on the floor, such a handsome face belonging to a person with such a cold personality.
I doubt he ever smiled or laughed, and his eyes, when I looked into them, as pretty as they are, held no emotions, just blankness; I wonder if he had always been like that or if it was fame that changed him.
I decided to forget about him as I remembered that I am now a former member of RG. Entertainment ; I work for this gigantic entertainment company, and when someone asks me what work I do now, I'll say, "I work in the entertainment industry," I thought as I burst into laughter.
And we can finally pay Miss Fatty, the landlady we have been owning for almost six months now, and the woman threatens to throw us out every day.
Since Wei Qing quit her job, things have not been easy. She was also working in a small musical company, but the pay was low, and to compound that, they didn't treat their workers well, so we decided it was better she quit and find another job.
I don't know my pay yet but am sure it will be much better than her own, so, I skipped along the hallway and lobbies, and everybody I came across stared at me like I had lost my mind, I am just so happy and I can't hold it in, and I can't wait to tell Wei Qing the news either.
I was in this state of ecstasy when I turned a corner and bumped into someone; a heavy scent of mixed perfume hit my nostrils, and I wheezed as the person's purse dropped to the floor.
I bent to retrieve the purse, still sneezing; as I cleaned my nose with my jacket, I looked up and handed the purse back to give it to the lady, and my mouth opened in shock.
There stood before me, Sue Anne, also known as Suzanne, clad in a red gown that barely covered her thigh and showed off enough cleavage to stir up the imagination, her wavy black hair flowing down her back, and her lips painted in a deep shade of red.
Suzanne Lee, the most beautiful woman in Korea according to the Leera Foundation, has been on set many times with Michael, and they have shot many movies together, and even musical videos, they are both superstars, and rumors have it that she is Michael secret girlfriend, and that they have been dating for a while.
"Are you blind? Do you want to get fired, or did you not see me coming?" She said in a voice that dripped with venom, and despite her being Korean, her English is very fluent.
"And how did a beggar get into this building? Are we just allowing anybody into RG? Entertainment now?" she said, turning to look at her bodyguards.
"I…I am not a be…beggar, I work here," I stammered, sounding stupid even to my ears.
"What? You work here, who employs a person who dresses in rags, and a minority imbecile for that matter," she yelled and snapped her purse out of my hand, pushed me hard, and I fell on my butt before she stormed away with her squad of bodyguards.
Tears gathered in my eyes as I sat there, not moving; what sort of ill luck is this? Am I cursed or something? This is the third time I have been threatened with getting fired from a job that I haven't even started.
I wonder how I will survive in this company as I stood up and cleaned non-existent dirt off my body, but I don't plan on giving up.
But if Michael and Suzanne are really dating, they do suit each other, two people with terrible personalities, I thought with a smirk on my face, the incident was already forgotten.