TL by Yoni
Edited by Yoni & Myoni
Many of the windows of the building were still lit at this time of day. The streets had quite a bit of traffic and people were walking around.
Unable to tell if they were going to or leaving from work, people were hastily walking on the streets early in the morning.
On the bench in front of convenience store, there was a person drinking a can of coffee. A loosely hung necktie, messy hair and beside him, there was a suitcase. It might have been a daily routine for him, but it somehow seemed cool to me.
I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or excited. Anyhow, it felt good. A student, a soldier, a part-time worker and a job applicant, this wasn’t any of the ‘half-jobs’ I had till now, I had become a real salaryman.
Going to an office, leaving an office and drinking coffee while talking about issues around the world with colleagues during our break, that kind of salaryman. That sort of a member of society. A working man.
I’ll buy a car as soon as I save some money.
The unique appearance of the W&U, in-between similar buildings, caught my eye. In front of a glass door, I double-checked my appearance. I was wearing the suit my brother bought me as my graduation gift, the polka-dotted necktie and dress shoes my mom bought me. The dandy and favorable impression giving off a new employee look was verified by my nephews and my sister-in-law.
I thought of the brief encounter I had with my older self in a dream. Compared to him, the present me looked sloppy. I looked much more composed and dignified in my dream.
A CEO of a successful management company. A powerful man.
My current self was a far cry away from the appearance in my dream. Well, probably because it was obviously a dream.
Since I was a child, I loved movies and dramas. And I loved the actors that lived in that world. When I was in middle school, I filled my room with card stocks and postcards of Korean and International actors and actresses. In high school and university, I have filled my phone’s photo gallery with them. Even when I was a soldier, my locker was filled with actresses rather than girl groups.
I loved them and I yearned to be a part of their world.
In the entertainment world.
It was an obvious choice when I decided to partake in that world.
The reason why I chose to become a manager instead of a celebrity was because of my personality. Instead of being in the spotlight, I found it more interesting developing someone who would stand in that spotlight. Even while watching movies and dramas, I found myself more focused on the supporting characters than the main characters themselves. The characters who moved within a story while not getting the attention.
With my own two hands, I wanted to produce a top star who would be acknowledged not just within Korea, but throughout the world.
Within the W&U, I could learn and gain experience while working in the management team. And when I get older, I could liberate myself from the company with my actors and actresses and start my own management company, and become the CEO. Becoming the person who I was in my dream.
That was my ambition.
Today, I was able to make my first step towards my dream.
I took a deep breath before opening the door and headed in. No one was there. It was even pitch black. There was only a blinking light in the direction of where I was headed.
What floor was I supposed to go again?
As I approached the front of the elevator, I heard the sound of a girl humming somewhere.
Oh God. I might have gotten a heart attack. Shit, it was my ringtone. It was the soundtrack from a horror movie I was impressed by during the summer. I didn’t think this song was that scary. Who the fuck calls at 3 in the morning?
As I took out my phone, it was from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
– Are you Jung Sunwoo who is supposed to start work today?
“Yes. Speaking.”