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Another peaceful day in the hospital, Iori was sitting there staring at her laptop stupidly. There just was something about a deadline that made even sickness and injury pale in comparison. Kimiko had insisted that they could extend the deadline until she was recovered. Apparently, the president was ready to delay their book release but Iori couldn’t let that happen.
The release date was already too far away and she knew that the sales would be taking a hit if they delayed it anymore. Somehow, thanks to Haruki, they managed to keep her accident from the media, and anyone concerned would be told that she was hospitalized due to overwork.
Seriously, she missed living in seclusion. Living under the spotlight was getting to her, it was too tiring and stressful. She missed living in the mountains. Where she was free to roam and no one seemed too concerned about what she did and who she was with…
That is if she was still welcomed there…
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