The reason I first became a manager at an entertainment agency was very simple.
Getting to see insanely gorgeous celebrities up close for free.
That was the only reason I got into this business, but after working in the industry for several years, I don't know how to do anything else anymore.
‘Well, now that it’s come to this, I might as well put down roots here.’
To be honest, as I worked as a manager and met all those beautiful celebrities, I sometimes wondered if something special might happen to me too.
Nothing like that ever happens.
Well, I suppose that makes sense.
Celebrities work with managers, sure, but they work with other celebrities even more. Why would they notice some guy nearing thirty like me?
‘I wouldn't notice me either.’
Even just seeing the faces of male idols when I occasionally visited music shows, it was like they were glowing.
I can barely do my makeup properly, and I've hardly worked out—what appeal could I possibly have?
‘Well, it's fine.’
These days, living alone isn't considered strange at all. In fact, given the low birth rate, being on your own is the more natural way to live.
My pay might be a bit low, but at least it comes on time. I can't complain about that.
“What? The company might go under?”
“That's right. We won't go under immediately, but if our poor results continue like this, we'll keep running deficits, and we could go under within two years.”
“……”
Hold on a fucking minute.
It's hard to look for a different line of work at this point, but I'm not talented enough to get hired by another agency either—and the company might go under?
“Shit, this is bad. I don't think I can find a new job while I'm collecting unemployment benefits.”
That's what I was muttering as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to get a decent night's sleep.
[God has sent you a gift.]
[God AI will help you from now on.]
What the hell is this…….
[From now on, I'm going to rape Han Hye-eun, an actress at your agency who's been struggling with poor results lately.]
What the fuck…….