"Fucking CEO. Cut the bullshit."
To the man in front of me, I spat out the words like I was chewing them up.
I said don't talk shit.
"Thing is, Eunha... This couldn't be helped..."
The man called the CEO tried to make excuses.
I pressed him like I was interrogating him.
"Couldn't be helped? You're calling that an excuse right now?"
"...Yeah."
"Ha... Bullshit."
It was bullshit.
And not just bullshit. It was goddamn idiotic bullshit.
There had been a group formed hastily on the whims of the company's executives.
It wasn't a properly put-together group.
Rather, it was a worthless, two-bit group.
Sin Seohee, a whore who'd sell her body.
Do Hamin, a drug-addicted mental case.
Ayaka, a parachute from a Japanese conglomerate family.
And me, just an ordinary person.
These four had gathered to form Zenith.
Needless to say, it was a fucking disaster of a group.
And.
"Three years."
It had been a full three years.
The time it took me to drag this goddamn group to reach the stage called 'Jamsil Main Stadium.'
"We desperately clawed our way up here in just three years."
Every day, I practiced like my life depended on it.
Singing, dancing, performance.
To me, an ordinary person, they were all completely foreign, but I still didn't give up and worked hard.
Because if I didn't put in effort after starting late, I couldn't catch up to those who had started earlier.
"You know that too, CEO."
I worked desperately.
Sleeping four hours a day, saving even the time spent eating.
Without holidays, vacations, or free time.
So that movements and senses would be engraved into my muscles, I repeated practice countless times.
"At least you know it..."
From the day I first became a woman.
I really worked hard with a determination to die.
...At least I had believed that.
But.
"How dare they play money games with the ticket sales...?"
The company never intended to put us on stage from the beginning.
The ticket prices were merely a means to raise funds for a spin-off listing, and the company threw away our group the moment tickets sold out.
And with a single phrase about 'internal team circumstances,' they shifted all responsibility onto us.
Fans turning on us was instantaneous.
"This isn't how things should be done."
It was something that shouldn't happen.
It was a story that belonged in a novel, hard to believe it happened in reality.
"You said you'd fight with me."
So I filed a criminal complaint against the company.
Embezzlement, breach of trust, and failure to settle payments.
I made all the problems public and started a mud fight in court with this bastard of a business division CEO.
But...
"We lost the appeal."
"...Yeah."
"Don't make excuses, fuck. How do you lose that."
It was a case impossible to lose.
That's what I heard from the exclusive legal team lawyer.
The evidence was perfect, and contracts, account statements, even internal messenger records were submitted without omission.
That's why I.
Couldn't understand what the CEO was saying now.
"I-It couldn't be helped... They said the submitted evidence alone couldn't prove the defendant's intent... Their legal team came out very aggressively too... If the law says so, what could I do...?"
Bullshit.
It was a trial impossible to lose unless you deliberately threw it.
"A-and BK Entertainment said they're looking for the most positive way to resume activities... Eunha, you should stop this now and slowly return to Zenith..."
But this bastard impostor called the CEO accomplished that amazing feat.
He actually went and did it.
I don't know if he took money or was given a woman.
This bastard sold the group he had raised with his own hands for three years to the company.
He truly was an incredible fucking piece of shit.
"Hey, you fucking pig bastard."
I grabbed the CEO by the collar.
And cursed him right to his face.
"Just because I've been speaking politely to you, you think you're hot shit? Did you think I didn't know you threw my case away and went to room salons? Did it feel good, you old fuck, calling in trainees and fucking around?"
"Hey...! Seong Eunha...!!"
The CEO shouted at me, pretending to be angry.
I kept speaking.
"Fuck, fine. I'll say I understand up to there."
He was never a clean person to begin with.
Let's say I understand up to there.
"Calling in Sin Seohee every other day to prostitute her out, getting Hamin hooked on drugs to ruin him, taking kickbacks from Ayaka... Fine."
Really making a hundred concessions.
Let's say I can understand this too.
"But after doing all that, now you take everything you can from me, and after stabbing me in the back at the trial, you want me to understand?"
Take someone's kindness too long and you think it's your right?
You stab me in the back first and then expect so much.
Who does he think he is, Dooly the Baby Dinosaur?
"Understanding, my ass."
I said to the CEO.
"How far do I have to understand you?"
......
No answer came back.
Even after a long while.
"Ha."
That pathetic sight was so absurd, a hollow laugh came out.
Thud.
"Gasp...!"
When I let go of his collar, the CEO's massive body collapsed as if its strings had been cut.
They say when a person is extremely pissed, they become calm instead?
Maybe that was why I wasn't even angry at this bastard anymore.
I only felt disgust.
"I'm done."
I sprang up from my seat.
"I'm quitting."
I'm quitting because this is fucked.
Idol or whatever, I can't do this anymore.
"Eu-Eunha...!!"
The CEO seemed to want to say something, but there was no reason to listen now.
I threw the bundle of papers marked 'Verdict' at him and said:
"Whether it's the penalty fee or lawyer appointment fees or whatever, I'll pay it all back. So take it and get the fuck out."
The thrown papers fluttered.
Through them, I raised my middle finger.
"Eat well and live well among yourselves, you fucking bastards."