“Ah, yes. We’ve done a lot of work with C&R International.” Primarily things related to cats? Billionares were weird. She stood from her desk to accept his hand, smiling politely all the while. Even if everyone treated him as though he were a pariah, she would not. It was part of building that client trust. “And he seems to think quite highly of you, as he insisted he would pay for all services we would recommend. You have a good ally in him.”
Hands dropping, she gestured for him to take the seat across from her desk before reseating herself. He was quite the sight, for sure That towering height and silver hair – it certainly helped him stand out in a room!
“I have done some preliminary research on your situation, but before I make any assumptions, I’d like to hear what you want to get out of our services. Scandals aside, what career goals do you want to achieve?”
“You think so?” Miss Love’s observation of Jumin’s purposes in sending Zen to her for aid shocked him on multiple levels, despite the fact that he swiftly attempted to mask it. If he sounded too surprised, perhaps she would question his abilities all together; if one failed to exude some level of confidence, others were bound to take notice. However, he managed to bite his tongue before any distasteful words concerning Jumin were uttered. “He’s — an interesting guy. There’s no doubt that he’s good at what he does.”
Sitting in the chair offered to him, Zen found himself tugging at a lock of his bangs ( an old habit his manager had forced him to abandon years ago, yet which reemerged during moments of duress ) before he settled his hands back into his lap.
Upon hearing her inquiry, he already knew the answer. “I just want to act.” His chest grew a bit tighter, although he wouldn’t allow himself to drop Miss Love’s gaze. “That’s all I ever wanted to do. My fans meant a lot to me, and even though it would’ve been rough if that was Echo Girl’s main casualty, I would’ve dealt with it. But no one in Seoul will hire me at all, and it’s been like living a nightmare.” Zen bit the inside of his cheek, a brief pause hanging between them before he continued, “I don’t know what to do. Even if I never get back the following I have, I just want to be onstage again.”
