And here I was, a nobody in the industry.
I had no backing or connections.
He could crush me with a finger.
And now, I had humiliated him in public by pulling down his pants.
My life was hanging by a thread.
My agent, sitting beside me, looked as pale as a wall.
She murmured, "We were hoping this big production would turn your career around.
"Now it's all over."
She popped a heart pill into her mouth with trembling hands.
She said, "Getting blacklisted would be the least of our worries; we just need to stay alive.
"We should run and lay low for a while."
That night, we booked tickets to go abroad, planning to hide out for a bit.
But just as I finished packing and stepped out of the apartment complex, my legs nearly gave out in fear.
A line of black cars blocked the entrance to the complex.
It was something straight out of a movie.
A black-suited bodyguard circled the car and respectfully opened the back door.
Not long after, a tall, imposing man stepped out.
Even with his hat and mask on, I recognized him immediately.
The watch on his wrist reflected a cold, silver light.
He approached me, like the Grim Reaper with a scythe.
Fear gripped my heart.
I turned and scrambled back inside.