From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 319: Good news?

Another day passed and the movie movement didn’t slow down it speed by another leap.

People were shocked, some where happy some were regretting

And there was the Virex CEO.

The Virex CEO had been sitting in his own house for hours, but it didn’t feel like rest.

It felt like exile.

His phone kept buzzing, again and again, the same voices, the same tone, the same warning dressed as advice. Apologize. Fix it. Go and kneel if you have to. Because if the pressure didn’t stop, the next call wouldn’t be a "suggestion." It would be a decision.

He barely touched food. He barely spoke. His wife watched him from across the room like she was trying to measure how far his temper had gone, and that alone irritated him more. Not because she did anything wrong, but because he hated being seen like this.

Eventually, he stood up, grabbed his keys, and left without saying much.

He didn’t take his driver. He didn’t take staff. He didn’t want a convoy. He didn’t want attention. He wanted to go to MD quietly, do what he needed to do, and leave before the world turned it into another headline.

But the world didn’t wait for his plans.

The moment he got close to MD, he saw them. Cameras. Microphones. People standing in clusters like they already knew he’d show up. And for one hard second, his foot eased off the accelerator like he was about to turn the car around.

Then somebody spotted him.

A voice shouted his title.

And the whole entrance woke up.

Reporters rushed toward the car like it was a prize. They surrounded him from the front and both sides, bending low to push microphones closer to his window, cameras flashing through the glass.

"Sir, are you here to apologize?"

"Is it true your name was mentioned in that recording?"

"Did you instruct your assistant to push the clip?"

"Are you confirming involvement by coming here?"

"Why did you refuse to speak earlier and now you’re here?"

His jaw tightened so hard it hurt.

He didn’t roll the window down. He didn’t give them eye contact. He stared straight ahead, hands firm on the steering wheel, trying to pretend the noise was not crawling under his skin.

When the shouting didn’t stop, he leaned slightly toward the window and spoke without warmth.

"No comment."

That only made them louder.

"Then why are you here, sir?"

"Is the company forcing you to do this?"

"Are you meeting the director?"

"Are you trying to settle this before the movie peaks?"

He didn’t answer. He didn’t explain. He only repeated it again, sharper this time.

"I said no comment."

Security from inside MD started pushing through the crowd, clearing a path with their bodies and firm hands. The reporters didn’t stop, but they had to step back as the line opened just enough for his car to move forward.

He drove in slowly, not because he was calm, but because he didn’t want the car to jerk and give them more drama. When he finally got past the gate, the noise dulled behind him, but his breathing was still heavy.

He parked deeper inside, away from the entrance, and sat for a moment without moving.

He told himself he was doing this for the company.

He didn’t admit that he was also doing it for himself.

He stepped out, adjusted his jacket, and walked in like he still owned the air around him, even though he could feel his control slipping. Staff he passed greeted him carefully, like they weren’t sure what his mood would do to them. Nobody asked questions. Everybody just looked away too fast.

He kept walking.

Inside the building, the world was quieter, but the tension felt louder.

Across tge country, in a different kind of room, Valerie was on the phone, her voice low and steady, her mind already on the next move.

Dayo was the one calling this time, and he didn’t waste minutes.

"Valerie," he said, "give me the update. How close are we to pushing the movie into the United States?"

Valerie leaned back in her chair and stared at the notes on her desk. She sounded calm, but there was pressure in the way she spoke, the kind of pressure that came when momentum was rising too fast to mishandle.

"It’s moving," she said. "They’re watching the numbers. They’re watching the noise. They’re waiting for the right angle to announce it without looking like they’re chasing hype."

Dayo exhaled. "We don’t have time for slow."

"We’re not doing slow," Valerie replied. "But we’re also not doing desperate. We need the deal to look clean."

Dayo paused, then asked, "Two or three days?"

Valerie nodded even though he couldn’t see it. "That’s realistic. If the negotiation doesn’t drag. If they stop trying to overcharge because they know the movie is hot."

Dayo’s voice lowered. "They’re asking for stupid numbers?"

"Some of them are," she said. "They want to take advantage. They think we’ll panic and pay anything just to say we released in the U.S."

Dayo scoffed. "And will we?"

Valerie’s tone stayed level. "We’ll compromise. But not for nonsense. If they want to play greedy, we can pick smarter partners. There are always people who want a win like this."

Dayo went quiet for a second, then said, "The demand is already here. People are begging for it."

"I know," Valerie replied. "That’s why they’ll come back to reality. The movie has too much potential. They can’t pretend they don’t see it."

Dayo sounded more relieved now. "Alright. Push it. Keep the pressure on them. But keep it controlled."

Valerie smiled slightly, but it wasn’t soft. It was business.

"I will," she said

. "And Valery? Tell them we’re not asking for permission. We’re offering opportunity. There’s a difference."

"Alrught I would make sure to emphasize that."

"That’s what I like to hear." Dayo said.

They ended the call, and Valerie immediately typed a short message to her team, sending instructions and asking for the next round of confirmation.

No wasted time.

***

Back at JD Label, Dayo’s office was quiet, but the kind of quiet that meant work was happening.

Min-Jae was there, seated like he had been trying to relax but couldn’t fully settle. Jang-Wook stood near the side with his phone in his hand, eyes sharp, scrolling through updates, sales graphs, headlines, anything that moved.

The movie had released today.

That simple truth was still sitting in Dayo’s chest like weight.

All day, it had felt like his mind was running laps. Even when he smiled, it didn’t reach his shoulders. Even when he spoke, there was that small edge of watching, listening, waiting for the world to respond.

Now it was night.

Now the numbers were coming in.l⁹

Jang-Wook’s thumb paused.

He looked up slowly. "This is... bigger than we expected."

Min-Jae leaned forward immediately. "How big?"

Jang-Wook didn’t answer with a number. He didn’t need to. His face said enough.

Dayo stared at the screen, eyes steady, but inside he felt that sharp, clean hit of relief. Not the kind that made you celebrate. The kind that made you breathe properly for the first time in hours.

Min-Jae laughed once, short and tense. "So it’s really happening."

Jang-Wook nodded. "The seats are moving fast. People are posting their tickets. Sharing confirmations. Some cinemas are already warning they’re close."

Min-Jae looked at Dayo like he was searching for cracks. "You can’t tell me you’re not shaking inside."

Dayo didn’t deny it. He only said, "It’s my first movie."

That line sat heavier than anything else.

Min-Jae’s expression softened, then he shook his head. "Crazy. You’re acting calm like this is normal."

"It’s not normal," Dayo replied. "But we prepared for it."

Dayo voice the turned serious. "So how is the disturbing process coming along ?"

Min-Jae smiled and said "Mine us already done I have called the right pwole and all that remains is just to put the signature and ’Vuallah’ all is done."

He made his hand in a dramatic way.

Dayo nodded and turned toward Jang-Wook without needing to sat anything.

"Well I have a few friends there so within a maximum of three days there should be good news I can almost guarantee that."

For a brief second, the room felt lighter. Not because the stress was gone, but because the direction was clear. They weren’t just hoping anymore. They were executing. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Dayo smiled and nodded satisfied with the replies it would be a waste if he doesn’t make use of the full potential of the Global Spotlight Card.

Then someone knocked

Not casual.

Quick. Firm.

Jang-Wook looked up. Min-Jae’s smile faded. Dayo didn’t move at first. He only said, "Come in."

A staff member stepped inside, breathing like they had rushed down a hallway.

"Sir," she said, "the Virex CEO came to MD."

Dayo’s eyes narrowed slightly. "He came there?"

"Yes," she replied. "Reporters were outside. They tried to question him, but he refused to speak."

Min-Jae let out a low sound, half disbelief, half irritation. "So he finally crawled out."

The staff member added, "He’s trying to enter quietly. But it’s not quiet anymore. People saw him."

Dayo leaned back in his chair slowly, his expression unreadable.

He didn’t look shocked.

He looked like someone who had expected this step and was only calculating what it meant.

Min-Jae watched him. "Bro... you pushed this guy to the wall."

Dayo’s voice stayed even. "He pushed himself. I just stopped him from hiding."

Jang-Wook’s phone buzzed again, and he glanced down. "The internet is moving too fast. If he came to MD, it means pressure from above is choking him."

Min-Jae looked at Dayo. "So what now?"

Dayo stood up, slow and controlled. "Now we keep moving."

Min-Jae frowned. "That’s it?"

"That’s it," Dayo said. "He can wait. The movie can’t."

Min-Jae stared at him for a moment, then shook his head like he didn’t know whether to laugh or curse.

"You’re not normal," he said quietly.

Dayo didn’t respond like always. He just grabbed his phone, checked a few notifications, then looked at Jang-Wook.

"Start the calls tonight," Dayo said. "No delay."

Jang-Wook nodded. "Already on it."

Min-Jae stood too, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to release tension.

Dayo’s gaze stayed calm, but his mind was already ahead, already counting days, already preparing for the next hit.

Outside, somewhere at MD, a man who thought he was coming to control damage had just walked into a building full of silence.

And Dayo finally understood one thing clearly.

Thr saying that Karam is only a step behind is no lie and it was evident.