The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 310

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I was sitting in the meeting room with a very poor posture.

Naturally, the company people had no intention of letting me meet directly with that bastard who caused the disturbance, and I heard he was having a conversation with the staff at the police station.

And now I’m sitting here alone, waiting for a staff member to come in and explain the whole situation to me.

Tap- Tap- Taaap-

The sound of fingernails expressing my bad mood rang endlessly on the table.

Then I chuckled.

‘Does the company think we’re really idiots?’

I loosened the information network that I had briefly blocked, and he couldn’t stand it and came looking for me directly.

Thanks to that, I ended up causing trouble for the variety show production staff and cast members who had kindly invited me, but at least I found out who the culprit was.

‘If that man is indeed the same person who sent me text messages every day.’

The culprit I’m talking about here isn’t that man.

I’m talking about the culprit inside our company who leaked information to that man.

Of course, even if that man isn’t the same person who sent me daily text messages, it’s as good as finding the culprit inside the company.

“Tsk, there’s no one to trust in this world.”

Even after being betrayed over and over, people are something you ultimately have to trust, and since we work in a profession where we have to work among people, we end up getting betrayed like this again.

Still, I think this time was fortunate.

Because it’s someone I can cut off before getting attached.

It’s fortunate. Because they’re someone who was easily brought in, someone who can be easily sent away.

‘Though I can’t help feeling disgusted.’

While I was tapping the table with my prettily decorated nails for quite a while like that, the staff member I’d been waiting for finally came in and sat across from me.

“Did you wait long?”

“No. I didn’t wait very long.”

Although she rarely accompanied me during activity periods, she was an office staff member who had been with us since before debut, personally brought by CEO Kim Ja-in.

It seemed the conversation at the police station was taking longer, so they asked the office staff to relay the relevant information.

My mood sank further thinking about how much they must have to talk about at the police station for it to take this long. But I greeted her with a smile for now and gestured lightly for her to start the story.

“Ah… How this happened, where should I start the story…”

The story seemed quite complicated as she sat in front of me but couldn’t continue speaking for quite a while with a troubled expression.

However, she soon began to speak calmly.

Listening to her words, as expected, that man was indeed the stalker who sent me text messages with photos every day.

He obtained my phone number by buying information sold on SNS, then confirmed it by calling when we were doing live broadcasts or heading to the broadcasting station – times when we’d be in public places with our mobile phones.

While there were fake numbers and old numbers, there were quite many sellers with real numbers, and they’d immediately upload and share new numbers when they changed.

This was why sasaeng fans’ texts and calls would flood in quickly even when we changed numbers.

The sellers who find out real information like that usually have connections with people in the industry.

Like brokers, if you just give them money, they can find out everything from schedules to the airplane seats we take.

That man found out everything about me with money.

My schedule, number, even personal daily life.

“He said there’s an SNS account that tells you such things, and if you just pay money, there’s nothing they won’t tell you through open messenger.”

“Hmm, I see.”

I had guessed that much. If you search even a little on SNS right now, there are tons of posts claiming to tell you which idol’s phone number is what, who their lover is.

Since that was a route I already knew about, let’s move on from that.

“And then?”

“Huh?”

“They’ve only talked up to that point so far?”

At my question, the staff member looked puzzled for a moment, then nodded as if she understood.

I asked again.

“He hasn’t said yet how he got into the house and took sleeping photos. They’re asking about that now.”

“And how he knew what perfume I use. I’ve never mentioned that anywhere.”

Even at fan signing events, when fans asked what I used, I’d answer vaguely like “I’m using this now but I change to different ones daily or mix them,” so it would have been impossible for him to know exactly what perfume I wore that day and buy it to take photos and send them.

Unless that seller person was connected to someone inside.

At my question, the staff member smiled awkwardly.

A somewhat bitter expression of someone who had clearly realized something, though it wasn’t confirmed yet.

Before she could speak, I spoke first.

“It’s the new manager, right?”

“Yeah…”

She spoke with an apologetic expression. Had she also participated in the new manager interview?

I wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t make eye contact with me with a face full of guilt.

“My manager?”

“Yeah, we’ll have to talk more to be certain, but it seems like it. I’m really sorry.”

“No, the company doesn’t need to apologize. We all suffered damage together.”

Though I was the biggest victim, of course.

And wasn’t this the culprit I had already expected?

Of course, the staff who had personally selected and spent much more time teaching and trying to nurture this employee would feel very bitter and furious from the betrayal.

But I’m okay.

The speculation the staff member conveyed was this:

We noticed that the information the stalker had was leaking from inside, and for a while we had all the most suspicious new managers on standby as internal staff, not participating in any activities with us.

Then mysteriously, that man’s message content became strangely bland for a while.

The incidents of him perfectly figuring out my daily life, following me around and taking photos to send, clearly decreased, and he started sending only photos from places like before – company headquarters, in front of the dormitory, in front of broadcasting stations where we’d completed schedules.

That bastard who had been so persistently acting like he knew my every move couldn’t follow my private schedule at all.

Just by excluding the new managers from our activities and not sharing our schedules with them.

From there, we were convinced that one of them was giving information to that bastard, so this time we did the opposite and released information.

Originally, we used to gather all the managers every morning and share all the members’ schedules at once, but this time we didn’t do that.

Since they were personal managers in charge of only one member each, we shared schedules in a natural conversational format about only that member’s related schedule and split up all the new managers.

So they’d have absolutely no opportunity to talk among themselves and share each member’s schedule.

Of course, whether they secretly shared information behind the staff’s back would be revealed by investigating the messenger of the new manager who was hired as my personal manager.

In that process, if that manager is indeed the information seller, it would be revealed through investigating open chat records, SNS, etc.

If there’s no evidence of sharing with other managers, we could conclude that manager is the culprit.

‘But…’

“You really can’t tell from the outside.”

The new employee who came in as my personal manager didn’t look like someone who would do such things at all.

Of course, what can you tell just from a face, but their behavior was like that too.

They tried hard to learn everything and I once overheard them telling Seong Ji-soo with sparkling eyes that they wanted to emulate Manager Ji-soo and CEO Kim Ja-in.

When passing by the managers’ office by chance while practicing until dawn, I’d seen them voluntarily working overtime organizing schedules.

Moreover…

That manager definitely seemed quite lost when creating SNS accounts for monitoring.

Like someone creating an account for the first time.

But such a person was creating anonymous new accounts and passing member information to others?

If that’s true, they’re really good at acting.

I could understand why the staff were feeling so bitter.

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