Jack felt like a washed up whore.

He pushed contestant 69 off his lap and told her to work her magic on the judges, especially the Thai arms and drug dealer.

Then he left the auditorium, after handing out his card to the other twenty contestants on the stage.

His name card read, 'I think I am falling for you, call me on this number.'

The ruse worked.

Before he shooed Ai-young away, he managed to put a card and a wad of notes under her bikini brief.

The least he could do was throw her some cash, with a promise of more.

At the end of the day, he was still recruiting.

A nice walk around Seoul, maybe hit a noodle stand and check out the local talent, was the least he could do to get in relax mode.

One thing he knew, he'd be getting calls pretty soon.

As to who he would choose for his long-haired dictionary to share his  Marriot five-star room tonight, was anyone's guess.

'It all depends on who calls me first,' he thought, as he downed his first Korean beer over a bowel of Ramon soup with spicy kimchi sauce. 

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