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Avoidance
Jun knew Iori was avoiding him as soon as he woke up the next morning. What made him realize that? Well... That would have been the note she left him before she disappeared at the crack of dawn. If he hadn't predicted that it would happen when she locked herself in her room last night...
Jun knew that it was a gamble to talk to her about it directly. But, it felt like the right time to tell her. And he just wanted to put her at ease. But, it seems like the only thing he did was make her more tense around him. if the way she acted this morning was any indication.
Deciding that she needed her space, Jun went to his own apartment and packed his belongings. It took him about thirty minutes to decide what to take from his wardrobe, while he spent the rest of the morning organizing his shelves and making sure to label the references he was going to need before he neatly put them into boxes.
When Jun first started writing, he learned one hard lesson after another wh
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"We have a whole lot of six months to marketing your book," Kurosaki-san began sounding all calm and professional, unlike when she was ranting at them just a few moments ago. It seems like Iori's outburst worked a miracle. And gave Jun a show that he wasn't likely to forget anytime soon. This sigh of Iori putting the shark lady into her place left jun in awe. There were times when he was in the receiving end of her dressing him down. But that moment was nothing like that. Theirs were bickering moments that held a little bit of light-heartedness and a great part of fun that neither of them was willing to admit at the time. But Iori now was marking her territory, highlighting hr limits with a bright rs marker that stung on stop on. She wasn't ready nor willing to let Kurosaki or anyone ls trespass on hr limits or if into her private life. She drew the line with the president and that was it for her. No one was allowed to give their two cents about what they tho
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