Waiting in the green room, Shizuka paced back and forth outside, wringing her hands with worry over Geon. Even though she didnât need to, she found herself wandering to the restroom to wash her hands, only to return, unable to enter the green room, her face etched with anxiety.
âWhatâs happening? Is there some issue between Kay and the manager? Did they have a fight during the show? And here I am, oblivious and bouncing off the walls in joy. Oh, what should I do?â
Caught up in her own world, crafting dramatic narratives, Shizukaâs expression turned to one of shock when the green room door opened, revealing two people walking out arm in arm, laughing together. Byungjun clapped Geon on the shoulder, then turned to the perplexed Shizuka.
âWhatâs the matter? If youâre here, come in. Why stand outside?â
Shizuka glanced at Geon, unsure.
âUh... I, I just got here.â
âOh, is that so? Well, weâre done here. Kay needs to head straight to the airport, so say your goodbyes.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Shizukaâs face fell as she looked back and forth between Byungjun and Geon, her grip tightening on Geonâs jacket.
âWhat? Why? What did I do wrong? If Iâve done something wrong, please tell me. Iâll apologize!â
Byungjun, bewildered, grabbed Shizukaâs wrist as she tearfully clutched at Geonâs jacket.
âWhat are you talking about? Do you not realize the chaos it would cause if word got out that she came from Japan? It wouldnât be easy to leave the country. Weâre sending her off quickly because the music show is over. You still have a schedule to keep with me. Why is she making a fuss?â
Byungjun, while holding onto Shizukaâs wrist, looked at Geon, who shrugged his shoulders. Despite Byungjunâs grip, Shizuka still clung to Geon, who then gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
âShizuka, take care of the rest of your schedule and come back safely. Iâll go ahead.â
Shizuka, having heard Byungjunâs explanation, still seemed unsettled, her eyes welling up with tears. She hesitantly let go of Geonâs jacket and stammered.
âThereâs really nothing wrong, right?â
Geon, smiling, patted her on the shoulder.
âOf course, thereâs nothing wrong. Congratulations on your first performance.â
âTh-thank youâ¦â
The sudden ringtone broke the silence, prompting Byungjun to check his phone, gesturing for silence with a finger to his lips before answering the call.
âYes, Director! Weâre just coming down from the stage now.â
Geon, standing beside Shizuka, noticed her anxious glance and laughed.
âSee, I told you nothing was wrong. Stop worrying.â
Shizuka looked up at the tall Geon with a pained expression.
âBut why do I feel so uneasy?â
âHa, itâs your first performance today; you should be happy. Whatâs there to be anxious about? Now I feel sorry.â
âNo! Itâs, itâs fine if thereâs really nothing wrong.â
âHa, congratulations. Whatâs your schedule like?â
Shizuka pulled out a schedule from her bag and read it to him.
âI have a music magazine interview this afternoon, a talk show in the evening. Tomorrow, I have two variety shows, and the day after tomorrow, I have a press conference scheduled. Then Iâm visiting Akitaâs place.â
âWhen will you be back?â
âIn about a week, I guess.â
âI see. Byungjun will be back with you then?â
âProbably.â
âGot it. Then Iâll see you in a week. Take care until then.â
As Shizuka put the schedule back into her bag, she hesitated before pulling out her phone, holding it tightly in both hands.
âUm... Kay?â
âYes?â
âI⦠umâ¦â
âWhat is it? Just say it. Itâs okay.â
Shizuka, mustering her courage, closed her eyes and spoke a bit louder.
âCan, can I call you!?â
Geon, surprised by her sudden outburst, chuckled.
âWhy make it sound so difficult? Itâs just a phone call between friends. Call me anytime.â
Shizuka peeked through her lashes at Geon, smiling bashfully.
âHehe.. really, I can?â
âOf course, anytime.â
âThank you so much.â
âThank me? For what, ha!â
âWHAT??!!â
Their conversation was interrupted by Byungjunâs loud exclamation, turning their heads toward him as he continued his phone call in shock.
âReally, Director?â
After ending the call, Byungjun looked at his phone in disbelief before turning to Geon.
âWhatâs up? Something wrong?â
Looking back and forth between his
phone and Geon, Byungjun finally spoke.
âGeon, seeing Kiska will have to wait.â
âWhat? Kiska will throw a fit if Iâm not there when she gets back. Whatâs going on?â
After a brief pause, Byungjun said.
âYouâre being summoned to the White House.â
Shizuka gasped in shock, and even Geon seemed surprised.
âThe White House?â
Byungjun nodded.
âPresident Harold Winston has invited you to dinner. Director Lin said you should head straight to Washington D.C. The president's security team will meet you there.â
Geon, begrudgingly looking at his phone, muttered.
âBut I canât be late for Kiska...â
Byungjun waved his hands in disbelief.
âAre you serious? This is about the president of the United States inviting you to dinner, and youâre worried about Kiska? Do you even understand what this means?â
Shizuka nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with envy.
âThat must be amazing! When will I ever receive such an invitationâ¦â
Geon pocketed his phone and said.
âWell, itâs nice to meet a good man, but Iâd prefer to be back before Kiska if possible.â
Byungjunâs jaw dropped in astonishment.
âAre you kidding me? The, the president of the United States! He politely requested your presence at the White House, not as a command but asking if you could possibly make it. The chief of staff called Director Lin personally!â
Geon smirked.
âThey could have just called me directly. They know my number.â
Shizukaâs eyes widened.
âThe, the president of the United States knows Kayâs phone number?â
Geon grinned.
âI know the presidentâs number too. Got it when we met in Nepal.â
Byungjun stared at the pocket where Geon had put his phone.
âYou have the president's office direct line?â
Geon shook his head.
âNo, the president's personal cell phone.â
âWhatâ¦?â
âI got it the last time we met.â
Silence fell as they stared at Geon, who chuckled lightly.
âAnyway, Iâll go. Itâs a dinner invitation, so it shouldnât take more than a couple of days. See you in the U.S., Byungjun. Shizuka, Iâm off.â
Geon turned and started down the hallway, with Byungjun snapping out of his daze to follow.
âWait! Weâll go together. Iâll drive you to the airport!â
Throughout the car ride to the airport, Byungjun and Shizuka couldnât take their eyes off Geon. Glancing at his phone, Geon smiled at a photo of Kiska sent by Gregory, showing her holding a balloon and laughing joyfully. After bidding a dazed farewell to the two, Geon boarded his private jet, concluding his second visit to Japan. After a long flight, a slightly tired Geon appeared at Washington airport, greeted by a tightly controlled crowd and a burly Caucasian man in sunglasses who recognized him immediately and approached with polite formality.
âThank you for accepting the invitation after such a long flight, Kay.â
Geon, scratching his head beneath his cap, replied nonchalantly.
âNo problem.â
The man, revealing his eyes behind the sunglasses, introduced himself.
âIâm Graham Howard from the President's security office. Nice to meet you.â
âAh, Mr. Howard. Pleasure to meet you.â
Graham extended a polite hand.
âThe Chief of Staff came personally. Heâs waiting in the car outside.â
Surprised that the busy Chief of Staff came to fetch him, Geon asked.
âReally? Ah, letâs go then.â
Following Grahamâs lead out of the airport, Geon approached a large Cadillac Escalade. Inside, a man with neatly combed blonde hair and gold-rimmed glasses greeted him with a business-like demeanor.
âWelcome, Kay.â
âAh, hello. Nice to meet you.â
As Geon got in, the man introduced himself.
âIâm Matt Besler.â
âKay, nice to meet you.â
With the doors closed, Matt instructed the driver.
âLetâs go. To the White House.â
The convoy of Cadillac CTSs slowly started moving, escorted by numerous security personnel. Matt thanked Geon for accepting the sudden invitation.
âThank you for accepting our invitation. We arranged this since you were returning from Japan today, thinking it might be convenient for you to stop by.â
âAh, I see. But may I know what this is about?â
âItâs nothing serious. Probably just a personal request from the president, but nothing to worry about. Youâll hear it from him directly.â
The car fell into an awkward silence, with Geon feeling the chilly vibe from Matt, who seemed to harbor no warm feelings towards him. As they approached, the majestic White House came into view. After a brief security check at the entrance, they entered the White House. Stepping out of the car, Matt followed closely.
âThe president
is in his office. Please wait in the dining room. Mr. Howard, please escort Kay to the dining room.â
With swift politeness, Graham led the way.
âThis way, please.â
âThank you.â
Expecting a grand dining hall, Geon was surprised to find a cozy room with a 6-person antique dining table. The walls adorned with various paintings and red curtains over large windows gave it a warm, homey kitchen vibe. Waiting alone for President Harold Winston, Geon stood as he heard footsteps approaching. The door opened to reveal President Winston in a neatly tailored gray suit, smiling broadly as he walked over and extended his hand.
âKay! Itâs been a while! Ha!â
âHello, Mr. President.â
âHa, sit down, are you hungry?â
âHa, Iâm fine, thank you.â
âFine? Itâs past mealtime. Letâs have something to eat!â
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