DIRTY PLAN
6 PM. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The last rays of the day shone one last time softly on the city's bustling streets before bidding its bye. The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator. Huge giant buildings stood beside the streets of the crowd. Flickering lights, white, reds, and blue-a dazing array of colours that fits together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle.
Crowds of pedestrians walk on their way home, others can be seen walking along the pavements outside the SWAN shop, a high-class shop for adult toys. Kinky shoppers went inside to buy their needs for sexual satisfaction. A slender guy looking like a woman plastered a sweet smile on his face while reaching the purchased items of his customers.
On the other side of the road, monolithic towers stood magnificently and painted structures. Each corner throbbing with activity. Fumes of cigars and cigarettes fill the air in a rush to blend in with the fumes of high-class vehicles. The air felt thick with a scent of hot grease a strong yet intriguing smell. Unfamiliar faces of thugs roaming around.
As the night broke the city. It began to become lively. The kaleidoscope of shimmering lights flickers in the distance as the starry sky sweeps over the city that never sleeps.
A horde of sultry club strippers walking their way to the underground high-class Brothel, the CION brothel. It was a place of pleasure for elites, celebrities, and other high-class figures of the city. The vibrant clothes shine in the evening light and the girls move like enchanting shoals of fish.
A roar of men broke down the Cion brothel when a sultry vixen dress in fitted gold step out from the red curtains and seductively dance in a dirty rhythm in the pole along with the melodious and lustrous music.
But in the lower part of the brothel, dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Killings, gamblings, and tortures are prominent in that place. The rustic smell of blood and drugs lingers in the space. In an SVIPs private room with elite assassins, professional killers, a gang of ruffians gathered together, a mysterious man in a black suit wearing a mask, sitting in a black chair in a kingly pose that is only for Boss. His messy midnight hair slightly covers his icy deep-emerald eyes under the mask. His head is rested on his right palm and slightly tilted. Someone from his men tortured a man in front of him ruthlessly. The pitiful man who was tortured to death. He was crawling on the ground bleeding heavily as his left eye was bruised.
"Tell me."
The masked man coldly commands in a deep and menacing tone. Even though the room was filled in dim light, the tortured man who was already bathing in blood could not dare to look at the looking formidable man, as he was feeling he was facing a demon disguised in a human form.
“I-i d-don't know what you want from me. And you haven't asked me what you want to know but you're already beating me to p-pulp. ”
The man stammered, gasping for an air to breathe. The Boss sighed and motioned for his men to finish it. After a second, a howl of excruciating pain and misery resounds the lower brothel.
While many unworldly pleasures and slaughtering take place in the underground, an exciting event is happening in KCA Entertainment, the tallest buildings of the city where the biggest talk show will take place. Clamors began to arose from the crowd when a lady come out in a silver car. She was sexily dressed in backless Red cowl v-neck knee length showing her sexy curves, matches with her red lips and a black-golden eyelid. Her long black wavy hair with a tinge of red was cascading down on her back and swaying as she walks down the red carpet with her 6-inch killer gold and black stiletto heels. The alluring woman smiles perfectly on the flashing cameras, revealing her set of white teeth. She is the guest of the night, one of the biggest stars and highest-paid actress in the entertainment industry, Sumire Caste-Massoullève.
The beautiful woman steps down on her luxurious silver limousine car. Numbers of highly trained bodyguards in black suits block professionally the group of people and watch the crowd's movement who wish to approach her place. All eyes were set upon her, adoring the sizzling beauty sashayed down the magnificent sumptuous red carpet.
A diamond formation is formed around her, with one personal protection specialist walking behind, another walking alongside, and the third walking in front. A swarm of professional photographers and paparazzi flash their cameras and start taking candid shots. Even a red carpet entrance flanked by adoring male and female fans holding their banners and posters with her picture on it. It's certainly one of the most intriguing highlights, for everyone eagerly awaiting a glimpse of their favorite actress. Everyone gathers together just to steal a glance at their favorite celebrity. Sumire wearing her glamorous white smile waving her hands to her fans screaming wildly her name.
The horde of reporters quickly approached flocks and bomb her with controversial questions as she sauntered the red carpet that will lead her to the top floor where the talk show took place.
"Ms. Massoullève, is it true you're dating your co-actor, Mr. Calib Deumun? There's a picture circulating on the internet of you and Mr. Deumun visiting a high-class restaurant?"
"No, we're just having dinner."
"Ms. Massoullève, is it true that Mr. Maddox Mirk, the successor of Mirk's Conglomerate Company, courting you?"
"I can't answer it."
"So, is it true, you're having a romantic affair with Mr. Dreygur Davenford?
"What? No fucking way. He's my uncle."
More questions came the way and Sumire's head getting throbbing but she keep smiling in front of the flashing cameras around.
"Would you date a fan?"
"Have you ever done any projects that you hated from the start but knew it would get you a lot of attention?"
"What celebrities do you follow on social media?"
"What projects you are currently working on?"
Sumire's personal bodyguards are alarmed and quickly block the aggressive reporters that hinder her way. Sumire headed directly to the top floor of the KCA building where she was getting interviewed.
She walked inside the room and her personal assistant and make-up artist help her retouch before getting into the stage. They put her light make-up on that enhances her natural beauty. Her face perfectly matches with her beautiful coiffured hair and that bold bloody red lips.
The show began at exactly 8 in the evening and Lukas Shin the famous TV show host, introduced her to the world. Sumire stepped in and she was greeted by a big and spacious round stadium. A luxurious golden chandelier suspended in the middle shone its beauty, glistening and casting white reflections on the walls. A homey place with a warm fireplace. Walls were artistically carved and designed. A scarlet carpet added the elegance of the place. The stadium was divided into three areas: the crimson stage, the seating area for the audience, and the glass-wall room where all the directors and cameraman, and other staff were seated.
A big applause roared from the crowd when Sumire went to the red spiral stage and sit opposite the talk show host and wears a bedazzling smile. She took a glance at the moonlight autumn cruising the starry sky behind the glass wall. At this time, the high-rise building of Brethren City, the crescent moon that slid out of the big glass window, and the elegant moonlight constitute a wonderful work.
The show began by asking her achievements, latest project, and quirky questions. After asking about her latest romantic action drama. The maiden answered all his questions flawlessly and smoothly. Lukas was annoyed but he keep his annoyance behind his professional smile.
A loathsome grin curled into Lukas' lips, he come up with an evil plan to destroy her image in front of thousand people. It was the perfect time to humiliate her.
"This question might be offensive to you, Ms. Massoulleve if you won't mind?"
"Fire away."
The crowd starts screaming and cheering her name. Sumire just gave them an enchanting smile that was almost magical.
"Did you get into the entertainment industry and became this famous because of your personal asset, I mean, your phenomenal beauty or because of your family's connection?"
Everyone was stunned at the unexpected turn of events. The hall quickly flooded with deafening silence along their heart pulsating harder. Some audience silently gasped at the question. The director of the show felt anger with the host as he embarrass their big-time client by asking personal questions that were not in the script. He tried to connect the talk show host through the earpiece but Lukas blocked them.
Lukas flashes a vile smirk. He got her! caught off guard.
Her smile was as cold and lovely as frost. Sumire chuckles with a sepulchral tone that gave everyone a chill. Her habit of angling her head to the sides and glaring at others came while sitting and criticizing him, made the TV show host shrink back and freeze.
"I never thought you have the habit to meddle in other people's private affairs, but I will answer you, sweetie. My talent made me go this far and it's clearly not my fault by having this face that brings me to the spotlight. It runs in the family! The Massoullève family never invested in any entertainment industry and they have nothing to do with my successful career.
The night is getting intense between Sumire and the TV show host. Lukas never wants to give up on humiliating her. He still has something up his sleeve! This time, he will release his wild card.
"Where does your family's wealth come from? Aren't you wondering that maybe your wealth comes from some sort of misdeed?"
Sumire displayed a spoiled, and bratty demeanor beneath her incredibly beautiful face. Series of murder come flashes through her mind while smiling wickedly at the host. 'Damn, this praying mantis!'
"I would explain it to you, but I don't have the time for the crayons! Thank you. I hope your day is as pleasant as your personality!"
Sumire politely responded before she stood up and was ready to leave. She was burning in rage but keep her smile on pace. Everyone in the room was still in a daze, but Lukas come quickly and stopped her by asking again.
"Come on. Is your family hiding something?"
She eyed him from head to toe. Hold her gaze for a long time.
"What are you looking at?" Lukas became anxious at his appearance when the maiden stared at him intently.
"Your face is just fine but you will have to put a bag over that personality...You know, if you're gonna be a smart ass, first you have to be smart. Otherwise, you're just an ass."
The audience went laughing at her witty and sardonic retort leaving the show host speechless and embarrassed. Sumire ended the show by leaving her sassy remarks that blown everyone in the room.
At the back stage...
"Do you know what you have done?! And why didn't you follow what's written on the fucking script? And you have the guts crossing the line and rudely ask her personal questions!"
Many staff members of the show witnesses and chatters lingered in the place on how the director lashes his anger out and sternly reprimands Lukas for ruining not only the show but messing out the biggest star of the entertainment industry. Sumire, who was there standing cold and quietly, saw everything what happened. The Director quickly apologizes to her and the host's rude behavior earlier.
Sumire just gave him a smile and left without a word.
After the maiden left the place, the director once turned back to face Lukas and gave him a disdain look and final decision.
"Get your ass out of this building right now and don't come back. You're fired!"
The staffs were gasped and surprised at what the Director said and madly leaves. Lukas lowered his head and clenches his hands into a fist while burning Sumire's face in his mind for a thousand times. He was really determined to revenge his sister from her.
After the Director fires him right away when the event is over. Feeling defeated, Lukas came out of the KCA building. A flash of his sister's crying face came to his mind complaining about a certain star whose her sister's supposed to be role was robbed of.
"Brother, I just don't understand. The writer himself told me that I should be the main lead because I was in his mind when he wrote the script, but I don't get how did it end up to Sumire who has no interest in this project at all."
His sister sobs at his arms while crying hardly over at the role she hoped had gone in vain. His sister works her ass off in the entertainment industry. She sacrifices everything, blood and sweat just to get the spotlight that should be hers but Sumire only had it in the blink of an eye. It was supposed to be his sister's biggest project, but now it had burned and turned to ashes in one snap along with her dream.
The talk show host gritted his teeth in anger. Feeling defeated and humiliated, Lukas proceeds to his plan B. He went into the parking lot of the building and contact his cousin who happens to have a connection to the Mafia World. The plan is to kidnap, rape Sumire and videotape her, posting it in the public to humiliate and ruin her image for good.
"I want you to do something for me..."
