“No. It wasn’t us that did it.”

Park Hoon told the girl on the stage, who seemed to be dusting her shoulder, to stop.

“Uhm, Miss Han Yoonmi.”

“Yes!”

What a bright reply. He clicked his tongue and told her to stand still.

“Like this?”

“Yes. And try saying the line you just said again.”

“No. It wasn’t us that di….”

“Stop. Why are you shaking your shoulders like that? Are you trying to dance?” Park Hoon asked as he shook his own shoulders.

The girl couldn’t reply so she stayed quiet.

“I’m not sure how it might look from afar, but you look really frantic when you’re zoomed in on with the camera. Did you not act in front of a camera at your acting school? Have you never seen yourself on the monitor?”

“I have, but….”

“Then why are you like that?”

The girl hesitated with her clenched fist on her mouth before walking back without saying anything.

“Uhm, senior.”

The junior producer, who was watching from the side, pointed at the girl’s profile as he talked to him. There was a blue checkmark on it.

“Oh, looks like I wasn’t clear, huh. When I told you to stand on the right side, I meant that you shouldn’t be standing on the same side as someone like me.”

Park Hoon put a cross on the name ‘Han Yoonmi’ with a black marker. The junior looked at him with shock. The blue...