The staff burst into whispers as Mr. Kim settled back into his seat. His expression was unreadable, but his tone left no room for argument.
"Play it on the television," he said.
Assistant Byun obeyed without hesitation, grabbing the remote as the room collectively held its breath.
"It's out."
"It's trending before it was even uploaded."
"Already hit a hundred thousand views—and it's only been ten minutes."
Phoenix frowned. The noise around him was rising, but his focus narrowed to the game on his screen. He didn't recall getting the script for this drama—or maybe he had, and ignored it. After all, he'd been deep into filming Backstreet Fighters. But even so, the buzz in the room left a bitter taste in his mouth.
They weren't this excited for his project.
Then he heard the name, and it all clicked.
"Oska's in this," someone whispered with awe. "Two more roles and one more award, and he's in the Imperial Class."
"That's why everyone's hyped, huh?"
