My Hitman System

After the encounter with that woman, Jin returned to the hotel.

His original plan of taking an advance and then staying at this hotel for a long period has been trashed.

Jin used the facilities the hotel provided for one last time and by evening shifted to a three-star hotel not far from there.

The facilities couldn't be compared with a 5-star hotel but Jin's mind soon adapted to it. He had spent the majority of his life in slums, even a neatly maintained single room with only a bed could be considered a luxury when compared to that time.

He had booked the room for a month so Jin opened his trolley bag and started arranging the little clothes he possessed in the cupboard.

It took some time and after everything was at its designated spot Jin finally decided to rest for the day.

The next day in Tyler's office.

"Good morning Mr. Jin, I'm Dylan Pierce, and I'm going to be your Talent manager," Hank introduced himself.

"Good morning," Jin whispered back as he observed Dylan. He was a good-looking man who seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He wasn't very muscular but could be called fit for his age.

"Dylan has been a talent manager for five years and has enough experience to help you in this industry. So just trust him and do what he says," Tyler said to Jin.

"Alright," Jin replied. Tyler then briefed Jin on a few things and told him that if there were any important issues he could give him a call but as for the rest he could depend on Dylan.

With that said Jin left Tyler's office along with Dylan.

"There's a cafeteria not far from here, let's go and discuss what all we need to do there, shall we?" Dylan asks.

"No problem," Jin nods and the two soon make their way outside and then to the other side of the street where there was a cafeteria.

After making their order they sat down and began their talk.

"So Mr. Jin, I saw your recording yesterday and it was fantastic if I'm being honest however, The Team director told me that you lack confidence in your skills therefore here's what we're going to do," Dylan took out a a file from his office bag and passes it to Jin.

Jin takes the file and opens it up. Dylan starts with his explanation the next moment.

"From your audition yesterday, you might have gained some confidence over acting like a villain or antihero-like character but that would still not be enough. So during the following weeks, we'll be practising several scripts where you'll be acting as a villain while performing these scripts, I call it CBM, 'Confidence Building Measures', what do you think?"

"That sounds pretty good to me, so it means that I'll only be doing villain roles in my future projects?" Jin asks. It wasn't that he disliked being a villain but he felt that it would soon become way too monotonous for him.

"It's easy to get disheartened as a newbie if you realize that you're not good at acting in a particular role. Luckily you already know that you're good in a particular role. Using that as a base will build up your confidence in acting.

When your confidence has been built to a particular level then we'll start doing different roles. At that time, those minor setbacks won't affect you very much."

"You've thought this out pretty well," Jin says in surprise. He had not thought that far ahead.

"That's my job Mr. Jin." Dylan smiles.

"Also, what's your age? Can you not refer to me as mister? It feels weird being called that from you since you're older than me." Jin said.

"Haha, that's how it is in the corporate world," Dylan chuckles and continues, "but since that's what you want then I'll do that. Oh, and I'm 27 this year,"

"Yeah, I'll appreciate it if you just call me Jin," Jin replies.

"Got it, so go over the detailed scripts in those files while we are here. if you got any doubts or problems related to them then don't shy away from asking," Dylan said.

Jin nods and goes over the file in his hand. First, it was a backstory of the character and the scene which was followed by the dialogues he needed to learn by heart.

While Jin was going over the first page and underlined things he didn't quite understand with a pen.

Their order soon arrived. Dylan grabbed his coffee and took a sip and Jin did the same before going back to the reading.

When he was done with the first page Jin started asking all the doubts he had as he passed that page to Dylan.

Dylan raised his eyes in surprise when he saw that almost half the page had been underlined by Jin. Upon hearing the doubts that Jin raised he was even more flabbergasted.

Most of Jin's doubts were related to what a particular word meant or what a particular sentence meant. If the sentences and words were hard then Dylan would have understood but they were basic sentences that any high school graduate would be able to understand.

"Umm…Jin, I'm sorry if my question offends you but I still have to ask. What were your grades in English when you passed high school?" Dylan asks while trying to make his words sound as pleasant as possible.

"I didn't," Jin replied.

"Huh? You didn't? What do you mean?" Dylan asks in confusion.

"I didn't graduate high school, I left school when I was in 5th grade," Jin says.

"W-what?...t-then how were you able to act on yesterday's audition? I clearly remember that recording." Dylan couldn't help but ask. He felt that he was about to have a headache.

"Oh, that? The script was quite simple and easy to read. Compared to that, this one looks way too complicated." Jin explains without an ounce of shame. He was bad at English and he knew it. What was there to be ashamed of?

Dylan couldn't help but sigh in exasperation when he heard Jin. The scene Jin did yesterday indeed didn't have any difficult words and sentences.

'Looks like I'm going to have a difficult time with this one…' Dylan thought.

However, he was someone who believed in action. Worrying about things won't solve anything.

"Finish the coffee quickly, we have to go somewhere," Dylan said as he took back his file and kept it back in his bag.

"Where are we going though?" Jin asked curiously.

"Bookstore," Dylan replied with a grim expression.