Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 122

Backstage was buzzing with activity just moments before the live talk show began.

Faceless staff members moved with precision, coordinating and adjusting in real time.

“Hah...”

I exhaled deeply.

By now, I’d learned to understand their subtle cues and whispers. The murmurings of the faceless.

"Add light to position 5."

"Host needs a shoe change."

"Check cushion placement for the guest."

Each worked diligently at their station, brainstorming ways to create a better show.

The host was generous with praise, which only elevated the team’s energy and morale.

It was a truly remarkable workplace. The faceless staff had initially been unsettling, but I had fully adapted.

"Humans are creatures of habit, after all."

Unlike diving into ghost stories—something I could never truly get used to—working here felt like a natural fit. Maybe Brown was right about me having the wrong aptitude for exploration.

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"Good evening! Bringing you joy in the night, introducing new faces every day, and... your friendly host!"

Brown’s Late Night Talk Show.

As the band struck up a lively tune and the studio lit up in dazzling brilliance, the live broadcast began.

“Huh?”

“What the...?”

“What’s going on?”

The audience seats filled in an instant.

The people, who had been preparing for bed, were suddenly transported to the radiant set. They looked around in shock, confusion plain on their faces.

"Why am I wearing this?"

The audience members, all dressed in various work outfits, looked like they were perfectly suited for the "working professionals" special.

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