From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 283: Min-ji approach

The moment Dayo looked at the time, he knew there was still enough daylight left to push one more scene.

Technically, they could finish it.

But his mind didn’t settle with it and he had learnt that quality was more important than speed—timing and condition mattered more than urgency.

The scene they had just wrapped was physically demanding. Park had been running, carrying his daughter, shouting, reacting to danger, and maintaining emotional intensity for multiple takes. His body language alone had been exhausting, not to mention the mental strain of holding fear, desperation, and resolve all at once.

Dayo scanned the set.

Sweat-streaked faces. Crew members stretching their backs. Actors sitting quietly, catching their breath. Even the extras looked drained.

He clapped his hands once.

"That’s all for today."

The reaction was immediate.

Several people froze.

Someone from the crew looked up. "Sir... we still have time."

Dayo nodded. "I know."

A few actors exchanged looks. They had expected him to push through. Everyone knew the production was near the end. Usually, this was when directors became stricter, not more relaxed.

Dayo continued calmly, "The final scene depends heavily on Park and his daughter. Emotionally and physically. I don’t want exhaustion ruining that."

There was a brief pause.

"I want everyone at their peak for the last scene," he added. "Not barely holding on."

Understanding spread through the group.

Park himself let out a quiet breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He bowed slightly. "Thank you, Director."

Dayo nodded back. "Go home. Rest properly. Tomorrow, we finish it clean."

No one argued after that.

Equipment began shutting down. Cameras were powered off. Crew members moved efficiently, packing cables, securing props, clearing the tracks. The set slowly lost its tension and transformed back into a workspace instead of a battlefield.

As people filtered out, Dayo remained behind for a moment, reviewing notes on his tablet.

That was when Min-ji approached him.

"Director Dayo," she said softly.

He looked up. "Yes?"

"Can I talk to you?" she asked. "After we’re done here."

He studied her expression. She looked composed, but something underneath her calm felt unsettled.

"Sure," he replied. "Give me a few minutes."

Later that evening, they sat across from each other in a quiet restaurant not far from the set.

Dayo had chosen a place with privacy—no reporters, no noise, no unnecessary attention. The VIP section was discreet, softly lit, and empty except for the two of them.

Min-ji sat straight, hands folded at first.

Dayo broke the silence. "How are you holding up?"

She smiled faintly. "I’m doing well."

He nodded. "You’ve been solid on set."

Her shoulders relaxed slightly at that. "Thank you. Honestly... I’m really grateful."

"For what?"

"For the role. For trusting me." She hesitated, then continued. "Everything has been going well for me lately. Better than I expected."

"That’s good," Dayo said simply.

There was a pause.

Minji looked down at the table briefly before lifting her gaze again. "About the movie... about what you promised me."

Dayo waited, not interrupting.

"I just want to be sure," she said carefully. "That everything is still the same."

Before he could fully respond, her hand moved.

It was subtle.

She placed it gently on his lap beneath the table.

The shift in atmosphere was immediate.

Dayo’s eyes met hers.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

The air between them felt heavier, charged with tension rather than intimacy. Min-ji held his gaze, uncertainty flickering behind her confidence.

Dayo calmly reached down and removed her hand.

He placed it back on the table.

"This isn’t how you earn a role," he said, his voice controlled and even.

Minji froze.

"I already promised you the role," he continued. "That hasn’t changed so there is no need for any of this."

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

"I expected more from you," Dayo added. "And I didn’t think you’d try something like this."

Her eyes began to glisten.

"I’m sorry," she whispered.

She looked away, blinking rapidly, trying not to cry.

Dayo leaned back slightly, giving her space. "Don’t cry."

She shook her head. "I didn’t mean it like that."

"Then why did you do it?" he asked, not harshly, but directly.

Minji took a shaky breath. "I was scared."

"Of what?"

"Of losing everything."

Her voice trembled. "This industry... it doesn’t forgive mistakes. It doesn’t wait. One wrong move and you’re replaced. Forgotten just like my old agency did even without offending."

She clenched her hands together. "I didn’t know if you’d change your mind. Or if someone else would interfere."

Dayo listened silently.

"There was no need for this," he said after a moment. "I keep my word."

She looked at him, eyes wide. "You’re sure?"

"Yes."

Relief washed over her face, followed immediately by embarrassment.

"I’ve never done something like that before," she said quickly. "I swear. I just... panicked."

"The industry is cruel," Dayo acknowledged. "But fear doesn’t justify crossing lines."

She nodded slowly. "I know."

Dayo softened his tone slightly. "You don’t need to prove your worth like this. Your performance speaks for you."

Minji swallowed. "I understand."

She hesitated, then said quietly, "I was afraid you’d abandon me."

"There was no reason to think that," he replied.

She exhaled. "I let my insecurity take over."

Dayo stood. "Let’s end this here for tonight."

She looked up at him. "Are you angry?"

"No," he said honestly. "But I expect professionalism."

"I won’t disappoint you again," she said firmly.

"I hope not," Dayo replied. "Get some rest."

He left the restaurant shortly after, giving her time to compose herself.

Later that night, Dayo lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

The conversation replayed briefly in his mind, not with anger, but with clarity.

He had seen this pattern too many times in the industry—fear turning into desperation, gratitude blurring into dependence. It wasn’t unique to Min-ji. It was systemic he would be a hypocrite if he said he wasn’t interested but the way it was presented was against his principles.

So No-

But boundaries mattered.

Tomorrow, the final scene awaited.

And everything needed to be sharp.