You'd never seen someone so angry before.

Smoke was literally fuming from your agency's CEO's ears. His face was a furious red, and he was pacing around his office, muttering curse words under his breath. Occasionally, he exploded in angry screams and began kicking stuff around.

You'd actually been staring at him for some while with your manager and former teacher, Song Victoria. He was so into his fit, that he hadn't noticed you were there.

You were actually relieved. You, after all, were the cause of his anger. And once he realized you were there... well, he would probably murder you.

Suddenly, his eyes landed on you. 

You and Victoria stepped back as he stormed toward you, holding gossip magazines in his hands. He glared at you, shaking his head. "Do you want to become a has-been three years into you career, You ?"

You pressed your lips together, trying to resist the urge from correcting him. You were no longer You , after all. That girl was (gladly) long gone. You were now Han Jihyun, the top teen actress of the country. But those corrections were only suitable for when the CEO wasn't so angry.

"No, President," you quitely responded. Even though you had enjoyed all your misfits, you still regretted putting your company and management through such a hassle. You sincerely began apologizing. "And I'm truthfully sorry, I-"

He held up one of the articles in front of you. "Read the headline."

You did as told. Does Han Jihyun lack a brain?

Even though those headlines were not exactly new, you always felt offended at them. You had, after all, gotten a scholarship to the very prestigious Han Academy. Even though you went through living hell there, and would never, ever wish to go back, it was still an incredible fit. 

"Now, you're very smart, Miss. You're extremely smart," the CEO ranted, pointing at you with a maniac smile. "So why are there always headlines like this?!"

You gulped down your fear, and answered, "I was playing my image of a ditzy and clumsy girl, President."

"Ditzy and clumsy, not supid!" he exlaimed, crashing his fist against his desk.

This made Victoria jump in a startled motion. She shakily sighed, taking in a deep breath. "President... please don't be so hard on her. She didn't mean this to happen."

You internally smiled at your manager's attempt at helping you out. You had a very loving family back home, and Victoria, even though not related, was like a member of it. She always looked out for you and helped you out whenever you needed it. She was also the reason why your life had turned a thousand times better than it was four years ago, and you would never be able to thank her enough.

"That doesn't make it right," he snarled, scowling at your twenty-six-year-old manager. "And she has done it three times already. First, she says that Picasso was a great cook, and that she thanks him for creating the spaghetti."

You press your lips togehter, trying not to smile. Even though the situation was not fit for you to be holding laughter in, you couldn't help it. You'd actually heard that comment before from another actress.

"Then you take twitter to express your admiration for the birds that deliver babies," he continued.

You actually wondered how people could believe that you thought babies were delivered that way.

"And now, you thank Ghandi for discovering electricity," he finished in a huskier yet scary tone. "I'm running out of excuses to justify your mistakes. And netizens are already beginning to dig your past."

You perked up at this, and so did Victoria. She gulped. "Did people find... any pictures...?"

"Thankfully, not yet. But they did discover that she didn't finish school," the CEO explained, sitting on his chair. He ran a hand through his grey hair, sighing shakily. "CF producers are calling me, talking about pulling Miss Jihyun out from their promos. Drama and film offers have completely disappeared. And netizens have opened a site, demanding a boycott of everything involving your name, unless you return to school."

"Then let's do it," you said, nodding in agreement. "I will show them that I'm actually smart-"

"I've already been calling high schools around the cities, and none wants to take you in. They don't want that kind of attention in their high school," the CEO cut in.

A defeated silence filled the room. 

Victoria sighed. "How about home school?"

"That will not suffice," the CEO stated. "Luckily, I have a friend who has agreed on accepting you in his school."

"That's great, then!" you exclaimed, smiling in relief. "I promise, President, I will fix my image and keep you from getting so stressed out."

The CEO, however, did not look so happy. 

Victoria noticed this, and asked, "Is there some trouble with the solution, President? I see you seem uncomfortable..."

The CEO hesitated before slowly nodding. "It's a very risky move... if someone there recognizes her, her carrier will be over. But it's the only way."

A horrible feeling set in the pit of your stomach.

Victoria slowly shook her head. "Please don't tell me-"

"You start your senior year in Han Academy tomorrow," the CEO gravely stated.