An Intriguing Encounter with the Movie King1
At the premiere of "Hidden Winter", I missed a step and ended up pulling down the pants of the Best Actor, Emilio Warren, as I fell.
There was a round of gasps, along with clicks of camera shutters.
I looked up in a daze and saw a piece of pink fabric on his round, firm backside.
Staring right back at me was the snout of GGBond.
The premiere was immediately canceled.
Although the organizers quickly coordinated efforts to delete the photos and videos, some still slipped through the cracks.
That night, Twitter exploded with hashtags like Emilio's Pants Pulled Down, GGBond Underwear, and Emilio & Aileen.
These hashtags trended everywhere.
In the underground parking lot, I shakily logged out of Twitter.
I gripped my agent's hand with teary eyes.
"Tia, what do we do now?" I said.
Emilio was a rising star in the entertainment industry, a top-tier actor, and a big shot in showbiz.
He was handsome, talented, and had strong connections.
But he was notorious for his bad temper.
Rumor had it that a director who once offended him ended up bedridden for days after a "talk" with him.
Whatever Emilio did that night terrified the poor man.
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.
But within seconds, someone grabbed my collar.