Devil’s Music

As per Geon's daily routine, after visiting the school and marking his attendance with Professor Sharon, despite having a car provided by Fantagio's American branch, he couldn't ignore Miroslav's kindness and rode in a Red Kessel car to the office.

Fantagio's red brick building had been surrounded by fans 24/7 since they put up their sign not long ago.

The fans, who had been staying up for several nights, had spread the word through social media that Geon was coming to the office daily, attracting even more fans and reporters.

Fortunately, Lynn had anticipated this and set up a security office at the entrance of the building, allowing only vehicles cleared by the security guards to enter.

Since the interior was not visible from the outside, even if Geon got out of the car and entered the building, his face wouldn't be sold to the waiting fans outside, allowing him to go to work under these conditions.

Moreover, Geon used a different car from Red Kessel every day, so fans who only saw the car couldn't recognize it was him.

It was just an endless fight between the fans who clung to every car entering Fantagio and the security guards trying to peel them off.

When Geon's car approached the building entrance, a security guard quickly opened the barrier. Although the car changed daily, Byung-joon reported the license plate to the security office daily, allowing the security guard to immediately identify Geon and grant entry, prompting the fans to rush over.

But since the barrier opened so quickly, the fans didn't manage to cling on before the car went inside and headed to the parking lot.

Stepping out of the car, Geon saw the fans shouting and looked pensively at the entrance as Byung-joon gestured as if to say, "Go on, go. They won't listen anyway."

Geon, embarrassed, smiled and walked toward the building entrance. He had argued several times with Byung-joon about showing his face to the fans who had come all the way to see him, but Geon always won.

His stubbornness played a part, as did the more than ten security guards who tightly secured the narrow entrance of the building.

From a distance from the narrow entrance, Geon peeked out, and the fans screamed, pushing the security guards, but Lynn's American security guards, all ex-special forces with significant size and strength, were prepared not to lose even to the Russian mafia Geon hung out with.

Inside the building where the guards, immovable despite the fans' efforts, Geon briefly waved at the fans shouting and taking pictures with their phones.

Later, when he went upstairs and greeted Lynn, they sat down for tea while watching outside.

From inside, they could see out clearly, even if it wasn't visible from the outside. Lynn, noticing Geon's gaze, asked, "Who are you looking at like that? The fans have been here for a while, is it still strange to you?"

"Haha, no, it's not that. You know my friend Gusion, right? He's here, and he asked the guards to let him inside."

"Hmm? He could have called ahead, and I would have informed the security office."

"He doesn't have a phone. I tried to get him one, but he says phones bind him, and he doesn't like using them. He's the kind of friend I can't even meet unless he shows up like this, so I really wanted to see him."

"Hoho, he must be a very good friend then."

"Hehe, he's a friend who only gives without asking for anything in return. Ah, there's the security guard bringing him up! I'll go down now, Ms. Lynn."

"Alright, go ahead."

As Geon left, Lynn quietly looked out the window and caught Gusion's eye as he entered the building.

Gusion, even through the tinted glass, saw Lynn and smirked slightly, and Lynn also smiled lightly, raising her coffee cup in greeting.

It was a surreal sight of angels and demons greeting each other with smiles. As Gusion was escorted to the Kay Floor, Geon, who had come out to meet him, spread his arms wide with a smile.

"Gusion!!! How long has it been!"

Embracing the warmly welcoming Geon, Gusion smiled back and walked into the office with his arm over Geon's shoulder.

"What's up, not contacting me? Though you probably didn't have a way to contact. Haha."

Gusion didn't respond to Geon's words but looked around the spacious Kay Floor with wide eyes.

"Wow, this is really nice. It feels so spacious and bright."

Geon, proud, rested his hands on his hips.

"Ahem, that's the kind of position I hold in our company! Ehehe."

"Pfft, didn't know you were capable of such talk?"

"Hehe, just kidding! Let's go sit

over there."

Geon led Gusion to a large 10-seater sofa, and as they sat down, he asked, "Where have you been, what have you been doing? I was worried because there was no way to contact you. Phae even visits occasionally, why don't you come more often?" ⱤＡꞐꝋBΕṦ

"Phae visited?"

"Yes, she even got a phone recently, gave me her number too."

"What...? Phae has a phone?"

"Yes, honestly, who doesn't have a phone these days? You should get one too! It'll make it easier to contact you."

Gusion frowned.

'Yeah, there's no one who lives without a phone. But that guy isn't human.'

Geon, unaware of Gusion's change in expression, pressed on.

"Huh? I'll gift you one, okay? Let's get you one, please!"

"Uh... um. Alright then."

Geon, delighted, jumped up and ran towards the control box desk.

"Seriously! I'll gift you the latest model!!"

Excited, Geon ran to the desk and asked an employee via intercom to purchase the latest model smartphone.

Geon, who quickly finished the intercom conversation on how to buy a phone without personal information, ran back to the sofa smiling.

"Now it'll be easier to contact you! You must answer my calls, got it?"

Gusion, pointing to his bulky military bag laid aside, said, "I often go on painting trips, so there might be times I can't receive calls, especially in places like mountains where phones don't work well."

"Okay! I understand that much! Hehe."

Geon, extremely pleased that he could now keep in touch with Gusion, couldn't stop smiling as he looked at him.

"Are you that happy?"

"Of course! I've missed seeing you, let's meet up more often, okay?"

"Hehe, sure. I'll come more often."

"So where are you off to? Why is your bag so bulky, did you run away from home or something?"

Gusion, joking, tapped his bag and said, "Ah, I came to ask for a favor. Actually, my parents don't know I paint, and they'd probably kill me if they found out. My parents are coming to my place soon, and I have nowhere to leave this, can you keep it for a few days?"

"Oh, there's plenty of space here to keep a bag. Just leave it anywhere."

"Haha, thanks. Should I show you the paintings I've stored on my laptop?"

"Oh!! Really? You make them into files, not on canvas?"

"Ah, I paint on canvas but then I take photos of them, can't carry all that around all the time, haha."

"Really? Alright! Show me!"

Gusion took out a slim laptop from his bulky bag, placed it on his lap, and spent some time showing his paintings.

Geon exclaimed in awe and asked questions as Gusion showed him his paintings, showing deep interest in them.

After showing more than fifty paintings, Gusion, with his laptop still open, looked around and asked, "Where should I put the bag?"

Geon pointed to a windowsill where Lucy often sat.

"Just put it anywhere there. Oh? Speaking of which, where's Lucy? Lucy! Lucy!"

Lucy, who usually sat on the windowsill yawning or rolling around, had run to Lynn the moment she sensed Gusion's power at the building entrance.

Lucy, though brave, was no match for Gusion, a top-tier demon.

After Gusion placed his heavy bag on the windowsill and left the laptop open there, he stood up.

"I have to go pick up my parents at the airport, so I'll have to leave now."

Geon spread his arms to stop him.

"Wait a minute! You have to take your phone, I'll be right back, just wait a moment!"

Geon rushed off and disappeared into the elevator.

Left alone, Gusion adjusted the laptop so it faced the sofa and connected the charging cable.

Shortly after, Geon returned with a shopping bag containing the latest model smartphone, took out the phone, turned it on, entered his phone number, and handed it to Gusion.

"I've entered my number too, so make sure to keep in touch. Got it?"

"Thanks, I will."

As they went to the building entrance, the fans began shouting again, and Gusion quickly exited, waving his hand.

"I'm leaving, don't cause a commotion, just go inside."

"Alright, take care! Say hi to your parents for me."

Gusion waved, but Geon watched him until he disappeared, waving at the fans once more before laughing and returning to the office.

Meanwhile, at that moment, five women landed at Kennedy Airport, having stayed behind in the US to film a music video after sending the staff home earlier.

Soo-jin, flaunting her model-like stature

, approached Team Leader Lee, who looked like an elite with glasses, and slightly bowed her head.

"Team Leader Lee, you've worked hard."

"Oh, right. Soo-jin, you've also worked hard. I've heard roughly from the boss?"

Soo-jin glanced at Yoon-jung and Jin-yeon, who looked nervous, then resolvedly set her eyes.

"Yes, I'll definitely succeed."

Team Leader Lee pushed up his glasses and clapped his hands.

"Good, that's the right attitude. Fantagio isn't a place you just walk into because you want to; you need to get a meeting approved first, so go to the hotel, unpack, and wait."

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