The K-Pop Dream 79 An Old Face Makes His Appearance

A phone's ring disrupts her from getting forward however.

Won reaches onto the counter and hands it to me. As I raise the screen to my face, I see the name which forces me to answer.

'I told him to only call when it's urgent'

"Yeah, what you calling me for"

"Aha.... Aha" I nod as I listen to him speak.

"WHAT!"

"GO! ACT ON MY BEHALF. STOP IT AS FAST AS YOU CAN"

I turn the call off and look to Hora and Won, who are dazed by my crazed expression.

I don't really have the time to explain to them as I struggle to get up.

Feeling the st.i.tches on my ribs slightly loosen from the sudden movement. I ignore the pain.

Grimacing, as I nearly lose my balance. Hora rushes to my side and with all her might supports me.

"Dylan... what's the matter" She asks concernedly

"Baechu..... just help me okay. Just help."

She nods and proceeds to a.s.sist me to stand..

Eventually with Hora's a.s.sistance, I make it to the parking lot, where Won gets into the driving seat.

Luckily we are avoid all the reporters camping outside as they aren't expecting me to leave the hospital bed.

"Dylan... where are we going?" Won asks

"....S group.... and hurry!"

In mere minutes we arrive at the twin towers, I am greeted by an anxious young man in suit pacing up and down in front of the entrance.

Alighting from the back seat, he notices us and hurries over to a.s.sist

"Bro, you are finally here!"

I nod "Jaeb.u.m, tell me what's wrong"

In case you are wondering who that Idiot second place from High School? No?

Well didn't expect you too, since we both got into SNU, I offered him a job. Basically all he has to do is act as my eyes and ears to the daily running of things for these exact moments.

"There's an emergency board meeting, They are are discussing the removal of the successor plan"

"WHY AM I ONLY BEING INFORMED OF THIS NOW!"

"Bro, it looks like those guys on top have been planning this for a while. As soon as news got out that you were in hospital they sent out notices almost immediately"

"Let's hurry then.. I can't be late to my own funeral.."

"Yeah, that would be quite unbecoming" He laughs as he throws my arm around his neck helping me walk with a brisker pace. "By the way bro, I always hated you because you stole Choo Bae from me, now you even stole the G.o.ddess?"

"10%"

"10%?"

"Yup 10% deduction to your salary if you don't shut up."

Jaeb.u.m leads us past security and all the checks as we hasten to the board room.

Inside, I can hear a fierce debate occurring.

"How can you even suggest changing the chaebol? The kid's got 51% of the shares. If his unhappy and decides to fire sale we are screwed"

"He wouldn't dare!" I hear another say, "Even if he does, we have right of first purchase "

"Where are we going to get 50 billion dollars to purchase it from him?" The man counters

"We can slowly raise the funds .... How should we proceed?" Another person chimes in.

"Obviously we remove him... It only needs a ordinary resolution to succeed (50%) but will need a special resolution (75%) to overturn."

"We need to move fast! I didn't call this meeting so we can keep arguing. Let's vote! And kick the kid out already. All in favour, raise your hands." I hear my uncle's voice resonate through the room

Up until now I was holding out hope that he wasn't one of the people scheming behind the scenes. But that's clearly not the situation I find myself in. It seems like his been planning this for a while. How cliche of a development.

"13 in favour, 6 against - 65% of voting rights present in favour. Motion is...."

I signal for Jaeb.u.m to open to the door, as I plant my feet firmly.

As the door opens interrupting the meeting. The men and women turn to the new face.

Jaeb.u.m then moves out of the way as I step out from his shadow.

In the center of the room, is a long mahogany table that seats about twenty.

Every seat is filled except one. That's probably mine.

Looking around to see the shock on the faces inside as clear as day.

I greet merrily, "I'm not late am I?"

"Dylan" My uncle is the first to speak, as if to confirm that it is actually me.

"Hey there Uncle.... sorry for the intrusion. I got into a little bit of an accident which caused me to be a little late. I hope you don't mind?" I ask smugly looking towards the Chairman of the board whose to the right of my Uncle.

"So do I get to vote now before you announce the result Mr Song?" I offer him a very fake smile, waiting for a response

He panics and starts fiddling through doc.u.ments on the desk and starts nervously answering "The.....the..... vote is already closed... you are too late"

"Oh really? Then let's just reopen the matter" Turning to my allies or more accurately those who are still loyal to the Park family, I say " All in favor say I", the 6 who voted for me in the previous round, once more vote with me.

"If you add my voting rights.... I should have enough for it to pa.s.s right?" I ask rhetorically

"Okay now, on to the matter of my removal? Who. Voted. For. It? And do you want to resign or do I have to fire you?" I turn my attention to the rest as they sweat profusely, the signs of nerves visibly present.

None of them dare to answer my question. Cowards who were acting high and mighty until just 10 minutes ago can't even talk back to a teenager?

Seeing that he won't be getting the result he wanted, my Uncle stands up, "Since we already know the outcome. Let's just record it, Motion to remove successor Dylan Park ...." He looks at me for a moment with a look of pity... "denied"

He walks out before turning back and saying, "Dylan... when you are better dressed .... let's talk..."