Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 49: Rest for The Day

Kaija could barely believe she’d survived that deadly standoff between those two terrifying men. Her senses finally returned when Antony kicked the door to Room 1 shut behind them.

Antony set her down on the sofa, then stretched his arms. It took fifteen minutes to get from the Production building to the dorms, and he’d been carrying her the whole way.

Seeing Kaija’s pouting face on the sofa, he came over and tousled her hair. "Rest for the day," he said, his fingers tangling into her soft strands. "Order something for lunch and dinner. Don’t skip meals. Don’t sneak out. Don’t do anything stupid that’ll make those wounds worse. And don’t think I won’t know. If I hear even a whisper of you anywhere outside your room, I’m not giving you the track for your song. Understood?"

Kaija scowled at the barrage of commands, but that threat was way scarier than losing her own free will. "Aye aye, sir," she said, giving him that playful salute.

A small chuckle slipped out of Antony before he caught himself and composed his face again. "I’m going," he said, heading for the door. "See you tomorrow."

If he lingered a second longer, she might’ve caught the faint blush creeping across his face.

"See you..." Her face was bright, until her brain finally caught something that didn’t sound right. "Wait, what? Tomorrow?"

"Of course," Antony shrugged. "Don’t tell me you think a single recording session would do."

Kaija’s jaw hit the floor.

"Or have you given up on it already?" he added, raising a brow.

She quickly picked her jaw up again. "No, no, absolutely not. Tomorrow it is. See you! Have a good, uh, productive workday!"

A satisfied smirk spread across Antony’s face as he disappeared behind the door.

Left alone, Kaija grabbed the TV remote, ready for a good drama binge after a month straight of grinding through training classes, but the first thing that came up was a news channel. She wasn’t in the mood for news, but the heavy headline stretched across the screen caught her eye.

"Presidential nominee Simo Isota investigated for alleged ties to drug trafficking network."

The remote was tossed aside instantly. On the screen was an image of Simo Isota, dressed in a grey-black suit, standing composed at a podium, giving a public statement. His hair had gone grey, but his eyes were sharp and bright, the same emerald shade Juho had inherited.

In the background, a female reporter announced that an anonymous source had released evidence showing Simo Isota’s direct involvement with the largest drug trafficking network ever investigated in S Country. He had been detained by police for further investigation, which would inevitably affect his presidential campaign, if not his entire political career.

Even his three publicly known sons had also been taken into custody for questioning. And once again, as expected, Juho was not mentioned anywhere in the news.

These past few weeks, Juho had seemed fine during their photoshoots. There wasn’t a single sign he was worried or restless, so seeing this news now was genuinely surprising to Kaija.

Between her and Juho, things had returned to normal. Whenever they arrived at the studio, they simply passed each other a lukewarm greeting, got straight into professional mode, and called it a day.

Now that his father had been put under fire, she doubted Juho would make it through unharmed. He might eventually be investigated or detained as well.

Maybe she should feel glad, after being kidnapped and beaten and threatened by his men, but instead, her chest tightened.

Great. She’d definitely caught some Stockholm syndrome now.

She shook her head and kicked the thoughts aside. Charles had chosen to launch an open attack on Simo Isota. Feeling bad for Juho now would mean going against Charles’s will, and that was the last thing she wanted.

Whatever problems were happening between those men were way beyond her pay grade. Better to let them tear each other apart and stay as far away from the mess as possible.

The next day, Antony actually showed up again.

He rang her doorbell at 7 AM sharp and scooped her into his arms before she could get a single protest out. He even made sure she didn’t have boba tea for breakfast again, stopping by the restaurant first before heading to the Production building for their recording session. Then he carried her back before lunch, just like the day before.

Day after day passed in that same routine. Within a week, her wounds had closed and Kaija could walk again without the patches, though the skin on her knees still wasn’t fully healed. Antony had completed the final track within that same week.

The KE Annual Festival was only three weeks away. In those three weeks, Kaija needed to work on the choreography for her performance with Dani and prepare a cover photo for her song.

For an internal competition, the cover didn’t need to be market standard. But before the festival, it would be plastered across the company’s marketing materials. It was the perfect chance to win over KE staff and build early fans before debuting. It would also be her first professional project, and she didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

She had originally planned to ask Juho for help with the concept, styling, and final retouches... but with everything happening to his father, she wasn’t sure if asking him now would be smart.

She’d have to wait until the next photoshoot to find out. Now it was only Sunday evening. The photoshoot wasn’t until Monday afternoon. She better get some sleep unless she wanted to show up looking like a panda.

As Kaija crossed the reception hall of S Building, her eyes caught a familiar tall figure with ash-blond hair and a baby face standing by the elevator. That baby face was currently twisted with frustration and impatience.

He was holding two gigantic bouquets of fresh red roses, plus a giant teddy bear almost as tall as him sitting on the floor, leaning against his back.

With both hands full and his back basically acting as a wall to keep the teddy upright, he couldn’t even press the elevator button, just angrily elbowing the panel and missing every time. Looking at him like this, no one would have guessed he was the superstar who made girls scream themselves into fainting.

Last Kaija heard, Karl was still on tour. She was surprised to see him back so early.

Most world tours ran for months, even a full year. She could only hope it wasn’t canceled, otherwise she’d have to watch him teach vocal lessons again way too soon.

With a sigh, she walked toward the elevator. He hadn’t noticed her yet, his view blocked by the mountain of roses.

The moment he heard the click of her heels approaching, his voice came, frustrated, commanding, and rude as ever. "Hey, receptionist! Where have you been all this time? Elevator! Now!"

She raised a brow at the attitude and snatched one bouquet from his hand.