Page 25 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
“I’ve heard nothing.”
“My father is still being held by authorities here.”
Yun sputtered. “Held? As in arrested? Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“We’ve had a few things happen.” Jun closed his eyes and rubbed the spot between them on his forehead. “Bak Sahyuk was traveling under a US passport as Jun River, using my social security number. Investigators turned up property and bank accounts to the same number. He’s been living a double life under my US identity. They’ll be charging him with fraud.”
Yun groaned. “We should check here to see if he’s done anything here in your name, either name.”
Jun pressed the phone to his forehead, a tension headache starting up in the back of his forehead. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“If he’s traveling under your passport, he could have done things under your name anywhere.”
“Great.” Jun let the sarcasm lace his tone. “Actually, thank you. Yes, that’s something we’ll need to look into eventually. For now, I’m going to assume you’re suing Bak Gyeong for the books for SP4700Y, asking the court to order the accounts turned over, pushing for the criminal case, and continuing what we talked about last week, seeing if 5N can legally start work.”
“You can work. The courts agree you own SP4700Y, and your contracts are all with SP4700Y. What I can’t tell you is if any income you make under SP4700Y ownership will be stripped by creditors or not.”
A light bulb went off in Jun’s head. “Can you send me those payment demands, especially the front company in the Caribbean? My father was arrested coming back from there.”
“I have it.” Papers rustled on the other end. Jun took the break to move Habibi up to his shoulder and pat his back. The baby belched, a little spit-up hitting the front of his outfit, and waved his arms, reaching for his unfinished bottle. Jun gave it back.
“Found it.” Yun hummed. “It’s just numbers and letters. I’ll email it to you.”
“Send it to Sathers, too.”
“Consider it done.”
“Thanks. I know you have other cases.”
“Not right now.” Yun sighed. “Mr. Reevesworth had the vice president clear my caseload.”
Jun shook his head. He owed Richard so much, right after Damian.
“Appreciated,” Jun said. He went back to pacing, holding the bottle high enough that Habibi could suck the it dry. “Tell me how it goes. Anything else?”
“I wanted to suggest that we open a new bank account for you. You have royalty payments due to SP4700Y. Until we get the books straight and access the current SP4700Y accounts, we can legally direct any streaming services, TV stations, and other licensees of your songs or recordings of 5N to pay into an account you control.”
“That sounds like a massive task. Can you do that?”
“Ms. Song has sent a fairly comprehensive list of those who are utilizing your IP. We can start with what she has.”
Mi Hi, another person he owed. Jun forced a smile. “She’s worth her weight in gold. Yes, please go ahead and do that. I’m assuming this needs to be a South Korean bank?”
“There are South Korean, US, European, African…” Yun’s voice trailed off. “There are entities on here from every continent except Antarctica. We can use international transfer for some, but some places will require a local bank to receive payments.”
5N was going to require a finance person. To start with, Mi Hi needed to be drawing a salary.
“Set the banks up for 5N, not for SP4700Y or my name.”
“I’ll see what can be done.”
“Thank you.”
They closed out the call. Jun sank down on the edge of the hotel bed and closed his eyes. Habibi burped, bits of stomach soured milk geysering. Jun used the rag to clean his arms. He dabbed at Habibi’s onesie. The outfit was a loss. Time for a change of clothes.
He put the phone down on the bed beside Habibi and hit call for Yohei. His bandmate answered and summoned the rest of the crowd up at the Estate. While they waited for everyone to collect, Jun gently wrestled Habibi into a clean outfit.
Babies made so much laundry.
