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"Thank you very much. The two of you were fantastic. We'll be able to milk this for a long time before we run out of free publicity," Said the representative who happened to be a member of the marketing team responsible for their book's publicity.
The young man bowed to them once again before he excused himself, Jun's editor following him to see him off.
The president had disappeared as soon as they wrapped up the conference. They couldn't find him anywhere and they gave up looking for him right away knowing how volatile the man can be.
"Shall we head back up?" Jun asked, "we could change and go out to eat something and celebrate,"
"Celebrate what?"
"Hmm, good question... It cou
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