Chapter 837. Sequence 11
Life, Once Again!
Mijoo frowned the moment she saw Lee Miyoon enter the shooting set. That cruel old woman always treated Gaeul-unni badly. She had never walked past unni nicely even once. In places where there are many people, she would just give her a glare and walk by, but in places without people, she would pick a fight with unni without holding back. Whatâs up with your eye makeup?; Whatâs up with your hairstyle?; What is up with your clothes? Nitpicking her appearance was on the better side. Sometimes, she even told her off for things that couldnât be seen. The words that Mijoo thought were the most absurd were âyour energy in treating your senior is bad.â Just what the heck was that âenergyâ? Whenever she heard that old womanâs nitpicking that didnât even make sense, she sympathized with unni.
For the past two years, she worked as unniâs stylist, she had never seen that old hag say nice words to her. The queen of the set, who did not mind other peopleâs eyes at all, always walked around with her head held high and scolded unni. The members of the staff who were close to unni sympathized with her, but they would not dare go against the queen and always stayed silent. Mijoo also stayed obedient because of the rumors she had heard, but once, anger got the better of her, and she tried to pick a fight with her without holding back. That was when unni stopped her. Do not ever try to fight her â unni was rather scary when she stared right into her eyes as she said such words. Back then, she felt a little frustrated as well. After all, she was trying to stand up for her, and yet she got scolded instead. Only later did she find out that Miyoon didnât like her and that she would not be able to set foot in the industry again, much less come back to the TV station had she picked a fight that day. The rumor that she had snatched the name tag of a staff member and then handed it in to the front desk to fire that person was definitely not an exaggeration.
âThat hag doesnât even get old.â
âIâm sure she must manage her appearance a ton. According to the rumors, she spends hundreds of millions every year going to a dermatologist. She literally put billions on her face, so itâd be pitiful if she didnât look at least like that.â
âNot only that, Iâm sure she ate so many insults that she might live a long life.â
The staff gathered around and commented. It seemed that these members had already experienced something bad because of her. As the only roles she played were main characterâs mothers, kind neighborhood ladies, and gentle high-class ladies, she was known to the audience as an actress with a good personality. Mijoo realized just how scary image-making could be by looking at Miyoon.
âMiss Gaeul has it tough. Miss Mijoo, please take care of her.â
âLooks like Iâm going to have a drink with her tonight. But heck, in the first place, why is she visiting a shooting set for a drama that she doesnât even appear in?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBecause that womanâs hobby is to make rounds through TV sets. It seems like she likes it when everyone looks up to her.â
She talked with the floor director who had been working for three years before giving him hints and staying silent. Someone from the lighting team was walking over from the other side. Although the general opinion of Miyoon was incredibly bad, it wasnât that there was no one on her side. In fact, there were quite a lot of people who stood up for her. The best example of that would be the lighting director. The two of them got along so well that Miyoon sometimes called him her partner. Miyoon would find out if they talked behind her back with that person around, so they had to be careful.
âThe producer must have it hard too. He has to walk on a tightrope between those people.â
âIsnât the director close with Lee Miyoon?â
âHeâs just giving her the superior treatment because he has no other choice. Being a director, he canât just outright hate people, can he? Especially if that person is Lee Miyoon. Donât you know that story from before? A newly recruited assistant director came to the drama department and called Lee Miyoon without having a clue and had to end up apologizing that day. I donât know if itâs true or not, but I heard that he apparently even kneeled.â
âHe had to apologize just for calling?â
âApparently, it was because that new recruit called her âMrs. Lee Miyoon,â and being her, she told him to say that again. Feeling something strange, the assistant director said âsenior,â and he got called immediately.â
âWhatâs so wrong with âsenior?ââ
âItâs because he didnât call her âmadam.â She flipped the whole drama department over saying that an immature idiot doesnât even know how to work properly.â
âSenior or madam, same thing.â
âShe just didnât like the fact that she was called directly without going through the manager. Of course, thatâs a mistake too, but denouncing peopleâs character like that just because of that is going too far.â
âItâs going too far, way too far, in fact. I wonder what ghosts are doing, not possessing people like her.â
âI donât think ghosts can do anything about that woman.â
Even the most resentful ghosts might run away in the face of Lee Miyoonâs evil glare. Miyoon, who was talking to the producer, suddenly waved. The one who received her call was Giwoo.
âDoesnât that woman look after Giwoo-oppa a lot?â
âShe always likes ones that do well.â
âBut unni is doing well too.â
âThatâs because Miss Gaeul doesnât relent. That old hag likes people who are on her level but would still give her a good level of respect. She would never give a second glance to young actors, no matter how respectful they act. In fact, they would get slapped if they tried talking to her.â
âGiwoo-oppa must have it hard too, going along with that womanâs antics.â
âGiwoo is a kind guy, so Lee Miyoon wonât say anything to him. She doesnât touch good-looking men anyway.â
Miyoon suddenly burst out laughing as though she heard something funny before pinching Giwoo on the cheeks. Giwoo acted gently like a grandson in front of his grandmother. After letting Miyoon massage his cheeks for a long time, he barely managed to escape. Mijoo subconsciously sighed. Pitiful Giwoo-oppa.
âDoes she even want to do that at her age? I mean, sheâs going to be sixty in a couple years.â
She felt bad when she thought about Giwoo, who was smiling on the outside but would definitely not be feeling the same on the inside. How could two humans be so different? One side made everyone nervous and anxious just by appearing, while the other made people smile just by being there. It was a good thing that the two people neutralized each other. If the queen was here by herself, she would be walking on thin ice right now.
She was glaring at that hateful face when someone tapped on her shoulder. She thought that it was the floor director who was behind her and turned her head around, which almost made her scream. A woman wearing a stiff black leather jacket had a thin smile on while looking at her. She was Lee Miyoonâs stylist.
âYou seem to have a lot of dissatisfaction towards the madam, huh?â
She saw the floor director hurriedly waving his arms in the air in unease behind the stylist. He was explaining the reason why he wasnât able to tell her about this womanâs appearance beforehand. It seemed to be some grand reason but that wasnât the important thing. The important thing was that the floor director wasnât caught, while she was. She suddenly lost strength in her lower stomach. She had heard that the queenâs stylist hadnât changed for the past fifteen years. The fact that she lasted 15 years under a woman who treated other people like dogs because of her whimsical needs must mean one of two things: her patience on the level of Buddha or Jesus, or she was the same kind as the queen. While she had never heard about the queenâs stylist, Mijoo intuitively thought that it was the latter. The way she looked down on other people and the smile that looked like she was having damn fun was way too similar to Lee Miyoonâs.
âMe?â
And thus began the thorough self-defense. It was obvious what would happen if she admitted to it. She had to play dumb and erase what she said with her mouth.
âWhy are you suddenly pretending not to know? I heard everything. I wonder how absorbed you were in back-talking her that you didnât even realize that someone was watching you from behind.â
The words that came out from those reddened lips felt like blades. Her skin felt prickled as though she had been cut.
âWhat did you hear?â
âThis and that about the madam. Youâre going too far, holding a person in so much contempt. Our madam is such a kind person.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âThen are my ears weird? Should I get them checked out? I definitely heard it, but you said you didnât say it.â
Her lips became dry. It seemed that this woman was out to kill. Mijoo actually felt frustrated as well. She only said the truth, but she was being nitpicked. That said, she couldnât exactly tell this woman to go back to Lee Miyoon and tell her what she just heard. The size of her fear eclipsed her courage to fight back.
âYouâre quite rude. Someoneâs talking to you, but youâre just staring as though itâs none of your business. Youâre making me the weird person.â
âUhm, thatâs not it.â
The queenâs stylist raised her hand to interrupt her. Those curved lips of hers signalled that she had enough of playing around.
âI should tell the madam myself.â
âWhat?â
âI may have heard wrong, but I heard it after all. The madam will make the judgment. Now that I think about it, you are Miss Han Gaeulâs stylist, arenât you? How peculiar. The stylist of the rude actress that keeps talking bad about the gentle madam is talking bad about the madam too. Itâs a little too weird to be a coincidence, donât you think? I guess this is what you call âlike actress, like stylist â, right? I donât really like saying this, but youâre quite ignorant.â
Mijoo abruptly raised her head while listening. She could tolerate everything else but not her looking down on unni.
âExcuse me, why are you talking like that? Fine, I was in the bad, but how is our unni involved in any of this?â
âWhy are you getting angry all of a sudden? Did I say anything wrong?â
âJust because thereâs a hole for your mouth doesnât mean you can say anything you want.â
âA hole?â
âWhat else? Then is it blocked off? I can see that itâs wide open. Heck, I can even see some gold teeth in there. Those are hard to come by these days.â
The queenâs stylist, who had her mouth agape because of the absurdity she felt, twitched her nose and closed her mouth. Mijoo felt good for having one-upped her but became depressed again after realizing that the situation hadnât improved at all. But still, she was not going to act like a defeated dog and lie down with her limbs in the air. Considering all the things she received from unni during the past two years, she would rather take the blame on herself. She did not want to sell unni off in order to escape this dilemma.
âThey say you can get a glimpse of what the person is like by looking at the people working under them, and indeed, the stylist is such a snob.â
âOh, so you work âunderâ her? What times do you think we live in? My unni treats me like her equal.â
The stylist was at a loss for words again. The leisurely expression on her face had disappeared as well. She felt like a wall had appeared in front of her eyes. She was worried about the consequences, but she felt refreshed right now. It would be great if that woman grabbed her hair first. If it was a dog fight, she had confidence not to lose. She even sent a signal to fight, but the stylist took two steps back as though she had no intention to. It seemed that she was confident in letting her mouth do the fighting since she had the queen as the backer, but was afraid of actually clashing. Mijoo was drenched in a sense of victory when,
âI shall go speak to the madam.â
The stylist pulled out her sword. Mijoo lost her strength in her abdomen again. In the end, this was how it was going to be. Once Miyoon came around and said a word, she would not be able to speak a word back. The word âfiredâ floated around in her head. It was a word that was very likely to become real. Now that she was actually driven into a corner, her pride and whatever didnât matter anymore. She wanted to grab her and apologize to her but that woman walked away without even looking back. Mijoo clasped her hands. Her hands were drenched with sweat. Winning a battle gave her a short moment of joy, but winning the war was impossible. There was no one who could stop the queen once she came around.
âNoona.â
There was a person who blocked the stylist from going back to the queen. It was Kang Giwoo. For a brief moment, he really seemed like a prince on a white horse.
âOh, Giwoo.â
âYou shouldâve come to see me if you were here.â
âI was just going back.â
âReally? Then letâs talk outside. The weatherâs good. I had to go buy coffee anyway, for the madam.â
When Giwoo dragged her by the arm, the stylistâs ice-cold face soon turned warm. The stylist laughed while covering her mouth and walked outside first.
âIâll handle this. Donât worry.â
Giwoo said those words as he walked past Mijoo. Mijoo felt as though the world that suddenly turned upside down again was put back in the right position. The sharp pain in her lower stomach had waned as well. She couldnât find Giwoo, who was waving his hand as he left, more reliable.
âThatâs a relief. I thought something was going to happen.â
The floor director came around. Mijoo replied back with âyouâre rightâ before glaring at him.
âYou shouldâve told me if she was here.â
âSorry. I was away for a bit because of a walkie-talkie message, and she came at that time.â
âYou are such a meanie.â
âIâll buy you something good next time. Let me go for today.â
Mijoo glared at him once more before looking at the entrance, hoping that nothing bad would happen.