From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 253: Meeting again?

While the industry was still noisy with speculation, confusion, and endless arguments online, the real shock was happening behind closed doors. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The Top Five agencies held an emergency meeting.

It was not announced. No assistants were allowed inside. Phones were placed on the table and turned face down. The room itself was sealed, thick curtains drawn, soundproof walls doing their job.

Five men sat around the long table.

These were not producers or managers.

They were decision makers.

At the head of the table, one of them spoke first.

"So," he said slowly, "does anyone here actually know how Dayo completed his cast?"

Silence followed.

One by one, the others shook their heads.

"No confirmed information," another replied.

"We blocked all official routes."

"No agency cooperation."

"No freelance access."

"No foreign loopholes."

A third man frowned.

"Then how did he do it?"

"I think he’s bluffing," someone said.

"A cast announcement without names means nothing."

"That was my first thought too," another added.

"But I sent people to investigate."

The room went quiet again.

"They couldn’t get close," the man continued.

"Security is tight. Too tight. No leaks. No extras wandering around. No chatter."

"That’s strange," the first man said.

"If it was a bluff, he wouldn’t need that level of secrecy."

Someone else leaned forward.

"There is something happening that we don’t know about."

Eyes narrowed.

"What are you suggesting?" one of them asked.

"I’m saying Dayo prepared ahead of us," the man replied.

"Long before we blocked him."

The tension in the room increased.

Another voice cut in.

"We should also talk about V-Rex."

All eyes shifted.

The VIREX CEO stiffened in his seat.

"Why would you allow one of your actresses to leave?" someone demanded.

"We agreed on a unified block."

The VIREX CEO exhaled slowly, choosing his words carefully.

"She was not getting roles," he said.

"She saw an opportunity and took it."

"That cost us face," another man said sharply.

"You don’t let a banner slip once it’s raised."

VIREX hated losing face.

Everyone knew that.

The CEO’s jaw tightened, but he kept his composure.

"It was a mistake," he admitted.

"But it does not change the reality. A movie without a visible cast cannot move forward."

One of the men scoffed.

"You’re assuming he doesn’t have one."

"That’s exactly the problem," another replied.

"We don’t know."

Silence returned.

Frustration was visible now.

They had power.

They had influence.

But for the first time in a long while, they were reacting instead of controlling.

Which was a huge slap on their face.

"Sooner or later," one of them said, "he will have to shoot outdoors."

"That’s right," another agreed.

"You can’t make a movie entirely indoors."

"When that happens, we’ll know," the first man concluded.

"Until then, keep your eyes open. Your ears too."

No decisions were made.

The meeting ended without resolution.

For the Top Five, that alone was unsettling.

***

Elsewhere, Dayo was not thinking about meetings or speculation.

He was working.

Inside his office, he sat with Jang Wook beside him, several screens open, documents spread across the table.

"All contracts confirmed," Jang Wook said.

"No delays."

Dayo nodded.

"Good."

He opened his laptop and began typing an email.

The subject line was simple.

Production Schedule and Preparation Guidelines

He addressed every actor and actress directly.

Clear instructions.

Clear expectations.

Training schedules.

Script reading deadlines.

Physical conditioning requirements.

Confidentiality clauses.

Arrival dates.

Location protocols.

No unnecessary words.

No motivational speech.

Just work.

Jang Wook watched him quietly.

"You’re starting training earlier than usual," Jang Wook noted.

"I want them ready," Dayo replied.

"No excuses After all I want to shock the world."

He sent the email.

One by one, confirmations began to arrive.

Understood.

Received.

Will comply.

Ready.

Dayo closed the laptop.

"That’s it," Jang Wook said.

"From here, it’s execution."

"Yes," Dayo replied.

"Eight weeks."

Jang Wook smiled faintly.

"Eight weeks to start a storm."

Dayo stood up.

Outside, the noise continued.

Online arguments.

Industry whispers.

Doubt.

Mockery.

Curiosity.

But inside the building, everything was already moving.

The actors were preparing.

The crew was assembling.

The sets were being finalized quietly.

For Dayo, there was no excitement left.

Only focus.

The movie was no longer an idea.

It was no longer a plan.

It was about to begin.

And when it did, the industry would no longer be guessing.

While Dayo was going through production files on his laptop, his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and paused.

Mum.

He picked up immediately.

"Hello, Mum."

"Dayo, how are you doing?" her voice came through, calm as always.

"I’m fine, Mum. How is everyone at home?"

Before she could answer properly, another voice cut in from the background.

"Dayo!"

He smiled. He already knew who it was.

"Janet," he said. "What’s going on?"

"You never told me you were making a movie," she said quickly.

"You only said you were going to Korea for work. You didn’t say you were producing a film."

Dayo chuckled lightly.

"I didn’t think it was that important to mention yet."

"That’s not fair," Janet replied. "I saw it online."

"Sorry, my baby girl," Dayo said. "I’ll tell you next time, okay?"

There was a short pause, then she said,

"I want to come to Korea."

Dayo leaned back in his chair.

"You’re still in school."

"Ah," she groaned playfully.

"Once you’re done with school," he continued, "I’ll let you know. I’ll probably bring you over."

"Really?" her tone changed instantly.

"Yes," he said. "Really."

"Yay!" she shouted.

Their mother sighed softly in the background.

"Dayo, you spoil her too much."

He smiled.

"If I don’t spoil her, who will?"

They talked a little more—about home, about Jeffrey being away for a while, about sending regards to everyone. Nothing complicated. Nothing urgent.

Before ending the call, his mother said,

"Take care of yourself, Dayo."

"I will, Mum."

He hung up, placed the phone beside him, and turned back to his screen.

Work resumed immediately.

The movie wasn’t waiting for anyone.