"Most of them are predicting your failure," Li Wei could hear the CLACK-CLACK of Jin Heon's nails on her screen. "TMZ's headline is 'Super Bowl MVP Charges into Hollywood, Another Grave in the Crossover Cemetery for Sports Stars?'"
"Deadline's headline is 'Del Toro's Late-Career Reputation at Risk'—"
She paused, her tone growing more indignant.
"The worst one is Page Six. They came right out and said you'll probably be the one to completely bury Del Toro's already fragile box office appeal."
"Boss," Jin Heon took a deep breath. "Should I get someone to kill these stories?"
There was no response from the other end of the line.
"Boss?" Jin Heon added.
"Huh?" Li Wei said. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"Are... are you sure?" Jin Heon asked, hesitant.
Li Wei was lying in the bathtub, holding a silver mask that seemed to shimmer with a smooth, flowing light.
