A/n: Hey people, here's chapter four. Sorry to keep you waiting and I will not keep you waiting any longer so here goes. XD.
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Strictly Professional
Chapter IV:
Life-twisting Commotion
"Are you ready yet?" an irritated female voice asked, as she leaned against the wall beside the tall, mahogany doors.
The door handles twisted, pulling open the door, revealing a young man wearing a green button-up shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top to reveal another black shirt. He wore black dress pants which were slightly loose. He faced the young lady beside him, staring back at her ruby eyes.
"Now I am," He said as he ran his fingers through his chestnut-coloured hair.
"Syaoran, make sure you don't do anything stupid," The ruby-eyed lady warned him
"Meilin, you know how serious I am about Li Designs," Syaoran stated as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Business is business."
"It better be," Meilin huffed. "You can't mess this deal up, you were late last time."
"I had my reasons for being late that Friday." Syaoran reasoned, pointing his index finger up in the air to emphasize his point.
"This is worth a lot," Meilin seriously stated.
"I know that," Syaoran agreed.
"You better," Meilin reprimanded, giving him one last glare
"Why do people glare at me a lot lately?" Syaoran questioned as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Is my face turning into yours, that they tend to do that?" Syaoran smirked.
"I don't know," The girl said in an incredibly, high, cheery voice, smiling sarcastically sweet at him. "Probably because you're such a great person," She said. "Oh wait," She furrowed her eyebrows, and looked up at nothing in particular, tapping her index finger against her chin. "By person, I meant ass." She smiled brightly at him.
"Wow," Syaoran smirked. "I never knew I had a great ass, thanks for the compliment Meilin. Jealous aren't you?" Syaoran said as he followed after her.
"I think you need to get laser surgery," Meilin rolled her eyes. "You obviously can't see that my ass is way better than yours." Meilin rapidly turned around, her long, black hair, which was securely tied in a high pony-tail hitting him.
"I would one day butcher that hair of yours Meilin," Syaoran stated as he attempted to grab her hair which swayed after her.
"You touch my hair," Meilin stated, as she rapidly walked towards the elevator, squeezing her way through before the doors which were ready to close. "I'll kick you at a place that will make sure you would not be able to reproduce another replica of you."
"Ouch," Syaoran said, entering the elevator after her. "That would hurt."
"Exactly."
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The loud sounds of screeching tires and long car honks were heard as a yellow sports car turned swiftly in the next intersection. The car accelerated with great speed as it turned, leaving a couple of curious eyes to stare at it, either in awe, disapproval, or shock. Then again, who can blame the driver, she was after all, late for work.
Emerald green eyes quickly glanced at the digital clock which read 8:53. Shit. She put pressure on the gas pedal, focusing her eyes back on the dry and busy Tokyo streets. She quickly grabbed the steering wheel with both her hands and turned it swiftly, stepping on the breaks with her toes as she pumped on the gas with her heel. Quickly, she turned the steering wheel back to its normal position and, again, stepped on the gas pedal. She cannot be happier that she purchased a sports car; it was great for her outrageous driving.
Sakura Kinomoto was once again, about to be late for work. This time, it was because her alarm clock did not go off. The actual day that she needed it to ring as loudly as possible, it didn't. Yes indeed, her alarm clock had run out of batteries. She woke up, staring at her alarm clock, which pointed to an early six-fifteen. She was surprised by how early she had woken up and was leisurely eating her breakfast while watching the television on her couch. She was proud of being early; that was until she found herself appreciating the morning glow of the sun creeping in her flat, and apparently, her eyes landed on the wall clock.
Sakura blinked and blinked again; dropping her spoon in her half full cereal bowl, and the television completely forgotten. It was then that her mind finally registered what she had read, eight-twenty-seven. It was at that moment that the model ran as fast as she could across the room towards the kitchen to dump her cereal bowl on the sink. Her alarm clock had run out of batteries, and she was going to be late if she didn't get ready soon enough.
She quickly jumped into the bathroom and picked out whatever outfit she found in her huge closet. She then ran out of her condominium at eight-forty-two, and locked the door, rushing towards the elevator. Unfortunately, the elevator closed before she got in, and the next elevator took another three minutes to come. She had exactly fifteen minutes to get to work on time, and that was definitely far from good.
Now, Sakura was breaking every traffic law that was enforced:
Over-speeding. Yes, she did this often; only this time, it was worse. She was driving her car at a speed of 150 km/hr. What was the limit again, 60 km/hr?
Beating the red light. Yeah, it comes with the over speeding.
Swerving. It was a necessity when you're trying to get ahead all the other slow cars in front of you. By slow, it meant driving by the speed limit.
Using the wrong traffic lane. What? There were no cars on the right(1) of the road, that's why we must take advantage of the space. Tax is a bitch, so when they use it on roads, make sure you drive on every single road there is.
Taking over a bus. Yes, the public bus. Who even gets on that thing? People take the actual subway train, which takes you anywhere. Nobody cares about the bus.
Yes that was about it, all the rules she broke, how rebellious. However, Sakura was desperate. She had a lot of things scheduled for the day and she needed to get there on time to arrange her things and make it to every single photo shoot and meeting.
Sakura turned another corner and sighed as she spotted the familiarly tall building. Daidouji Modelling Corporation, yes that was where she needed to be right now. Her yellow car made another swerve, as she squeezed her way in between two cars, earning a consequence of angry honking drivers. She didn't mind. That was the last thing on her mind; she needed to be at work by nine.
It is eight-fifty seven.
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The light emphasized the highlights of her wavy, long, dark, amethyst hair, making it shine as heavenly as possible. She stood there, stiff as a statue, and anyone who saw her would probably think that she was one. After all, she looked so fragile yet peaceful. Her amethyst eyes, sparkled as it stared out the window. Her mouth was slightly wide with a stunned expression, as she took in the sight of the morning life of Tokyo. The full, clear, uncovered windows which stood before her, revealed the outlook of Tokyo.
The bustling people and the loud sounds of cars which were forty-two stories down have long been forgotten, and muffled. Only a few selective skyscrapers which almost reached the height of DMO were blocking her magnificent view. The sun's rays illuminated the streets, every window reflecting the sheer brilliance the rays provided. The sky was clear, and all signs of the weekend's ferocious rain were gone. It was a good day, too good to start a morning.
Tomoyo looked around and couldn't help but smile. She turned, facing her new office quarters. There was a white sofa set against the left wall; peach, gold, and cream coloured throw pillows rested comfortably on the snug looking couch. It had an abstract painting just on top of the sofa, and three framed, self-designed garments on the opposite wall, each highlighted by great light fixtures. The hardwood floors matched the main accent of the room, which was the large, neat, and creatively carved oak desk in front of her white leather chair. It was a spacious room, which was painted beige and had the accent of the relaxing aroma of magnolias, her favourite flowers, next to plum blossoms. It was a room designed, specifically for her.
Tomoyo almost jumped when she heard the loud ringing telephone. She sighed and answered it, "Hai, Tanaka-san?"
"D-Daidouji-sama, Mrs. Daidouji was on line one, and she wanted me to deliver an u-urgent message to you." Tanaka, her newly hired assistant stuttered.
"Okay then," Tomoyo sat on her inviting white leather chair and rested her elbows on the oak desk. She knew this was coming, "What did my mother say?"
"She w-wanted me to inform you that you need to be in room 468 in f-fifteen minutes," Tanaka started. "She a-also said to be r-ready."
"I see," Tomoyo stated with a sigh. She knew what the meeting was about. She'll miss that job. "Is that all?"
"Yes, Daidouji-sama."
"Thank you, Tanaka." Tomoyo stated. Everything's changing from now on, and she's trying to look at it in a positive way. The only thing that was actually bugging her was the fact that she might lose her life to the one and only person she least expects it to lose from. She just hoped, she wouldn't get murdered by her best friend.
"You're welcome Ms. Daidouji," Tanaka stated cheerfully.
"And," Tomoyo followed, before hanging up the phone. "Just try to relax."
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Sakura took off her coat, and hung it on the coat rack once she entered her office. She made it, and she wasn't late! She made it a minute before the clock's dreadful hands struck nine. She slowly walked towards the black leather chair which was behind her desk, piled with different files. Once she reached her chair, she simply sank into the comforts of it. She sighed and took a few seconds before she straightened her back and started to gather the scattered papers on her desk.
Her emerald green eyes fell on the clipboard, which was placed on her desk. She had two different photo shoots for two different companies before noon. She had lunch at twelve to twelve-forty and had to attend a meeting at room 464 from one to five. After which, she had another photo shoot at the lower studio up to eight in the evening. She sighed and placed the clipboard back on the desk and leaned her back against the chair. It was indeed a hectic day, and she only had ten more minutes to prepare for her first photo shoot down at studio 4.
The young model pressed three familiar numbers '365.' She pressed the phone against her ear and waited for someone to pick the phone up. Unfortunately, nobody picked up, and she arched a delicate eyebrow. She tried to dial the number once again, yet nobody answered but the ever-so-trusty answering machine.
Sakura decided to leave a message after she heard the beep, "Tomoyo-chan, it's Sakura," Sakura started as she thought of the reason she had actually called her best friend. "Oh yeah, I just wanted to confirm my schedule for the day and call me back, or visit my room if you can. Thanks," Sakura sighed once again as she placed the phone back on the receiver.
Where is she? Sakura thought as she once again fixed her papers. With a last look at her desk, and with a satisfied nod, Sakura left her room and closed the door behind her. She walked towards the elevator and pressed the down button.
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"A meeting?" shocked chocolate brown eyes widened in shock. "Right now?" He questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yes Touya, right now," a stern female voice stated on the other side of the line.
"Aunt Sonomi, can't this be rescheduled?" Touya questioned as he dropped his pen and turned his chair to face the open windows. "There are a lot of things that need to be fixed at KBCorp today." He said as he stared at the tall building a few blocks away from his company.
"Touya," Sonomi started. "I guarantee you that this meeting is more important to you than any other thing you will have to do at the bank today."
"What is the meeting about?" Touya questioned, standing up.
"You'll know it when you get here." Sonomi replied calmly.
"Can't you just tell me now?" Touya paced back and forth, his leather shoes hitting the hardwood floors. "I can't just leave the company without any knowledge of why I should, you know that."
"I know that," Sonomi argued on the other line. "But this reason can't simply be discussed on the phone. I would rather it you hear the whole thing all together."
"What if I send my marketing manager?" the chief executive officer of Kinomoto Banking corporations questioned determinedly.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa cannot be sent to replace you on this matter," Mrs. Daidouji exclaimed. "If I could send someone else from your company other than you, I would do so, and save you all this trouble Touya. However if you do want Hiiragizawa to accompany you, I would have no objections. You have to be in this meeting!"
"I see," Touya replied as he gave out a sigh. "I'll be there."
"Good, the meeting starts at ten o'clock sharp."
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Ruby eyes stared at her silver watch as she paced back and forth the spacious room, tapping her pen on the pad paper held by her left hand.
"Can you stop doing that?" an irritated voice questioned. "You're giving me a headache."
"Good," the girl replied as she continued to pace back and forth. "You should be having one right now too anyway," she stated as she continued to tap her pen on the paper. "Why does it seem like I'm the only one nervous about this meeting?"
"I don't know," a masculine voice replied as his eyes still continued to follow her pacing figure, as he comfortably sat on the light blue couch. "It's the first time I've seen you this edgy, you're usually as collected as I am right now."
"True, true."
She continued to pace as her long black hair swayed with her every movement. Annoyed, the chestnut-haired man stood up and grabbed her shoulders firmly, making her stop pacing. She looked up, "Meilin, breathe!" He ordered.
Meilin inhaled and held her breath for a few seconds before exhaling the gulp of air she took. "I still can't figure out why I'm this edgy," she stated as she flopped herself down on the couch, placing the pen, and paper on her lap. "What do you think Syaoran?"
"I think," Syaoran sat beside his younger cousin on the couch. "You should take some time to relax before this meeting starts."
"So, it's our company and their company, plus the banking corporation." Meilin stated with a sigh. "What do you think will happen?"
"I'm not sure just yet," Syaoran stated as he remembered what Touya had said to him on the rainy Saturday afternoon.
"But I don't like the feeling of having you around my sister."
"Syaoran?" Meilin questioned once again, waving a hand in front of him. "Did you even hear what I said?"
"Yes I did," Syaoran stated, glaring at her waving hand.
"So what do you think?" Meilin repeated.
"There's going to be a lot of surprises."
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"What do you mean it's cancelled?" Sakura questioned. The photo shoot she was supposed to be having today was cancelled and nobody would give her the reason why.
"Sorry Ms. Kinomoto," the photographer, who was fixing his camera lenses, apologized. "We don't know the reason behind it either, they won't tell us anything yet."
"Is there something going on?" Sakura questioned. Her emerald eyes full of curiosity as she raised an eyebrow.
"Honestly, I don't know." The man in his mid-forties stated as he placed his camera and its lenses in it's proper container. "They don't tell us anything down here. If you want, you can go ask Ms. Daidouji what's going on, maybe she'll tell you; because I really am confused about the whole schedule too."
"I see," Sakura stated as she hung her head low. "Thanks, I'll just talk to Tomoyo myself, if I see her."
Sakura exited the studio and walked down the hallway. She was greeted by a number of people, and she smiled back at them, greeting them with a hello. Something's wrong here. Sakura thought as she continued walking down the hall, back at the elevator. Sakura thought about the past days.
Friday; Tomoyo gets called to a meeting in which Sakura wasn't in. She's practically the company's living symbol; they bring her in every meeting!
Saturday; Tomoyo had that expression of uneasiness tattooed on her face.
This morning; Tomoyo never picked up her phone. She's usually here by seven, and never leaves her room, unless she visits mine. She also, never called Sakura back. Plus, her schedule hardly gets any variations!
Something was not right, and Sakura knew it. It involved her, and she knew it too. Even if people say that she is sometimes a bit naïve, she understands things quite clearly too. Now that she thought about it; the only conclusion she could come up with was that she was going to be fired.
Now that, was impossible… right?
Right, impossible. They wouldn't fire her. She worked her ass off trying to do what she can ever since the first year they took her in as a model, that was six years ago. She was just being too paranoid.
Sakura entered the elevator and greeted the people who greeted her back. She exited on the thirty-first level and went back to her room. Now what was she going to do? Sit there and wait for the sun to eat them all up? All her day's schedules have been cancelled, and all she was to do is to wait for her manager's, Tomoyo's, call.
She glanced at the silver clock hanging on her wall. It was only nine-forty-three and she was already lost of things to do. To think that she was breaking every traffic rule just to get there on time, only to find that she had to do nothing for the rest of the day? How pathetic.
Sakura heard someone knock on her door, "Come in."
Tomoyo stuck her head inside the room, "Hey, I got your message."
"Where were you?" Sakura questioned. She stood up and dragged her best friend inside the room. "Do you have any idea how confused I am without you telling me what's going on?" Sakura stated, placing her hands on her hips.
"Sorry about that Sakura-chan," Tomoyo stated. "I cancelled everything on your schedule."
"Why?"
"Mom told me to," Tomoyo stated, staring at the ground, as if fascinated.
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
"Come with me," Tomoyo stated, looking back at her best friend's emerald eyes. "We have to get you fixed up first."
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"What's the meaning of all this?" Touya questioned angrily as his chocolate eyes looked around the conference room that held about forty different people.
"Mr. Kinomoto if you would just calm down, I'll be able to tell you what's going on." Sonomi stated firmly. She sat on the opposite end of the extremely long table.
"Calm down Touya," Eriol's stated as firmly as he could.
"Can somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?" Touya questioned, his chocolate eyes burning with rage.
"Touya!" Sonomi screamed, standing up and looking as angry as Touya was. "That kind of language will not be used in this coference! Do you understand?" Sonomi was fuming just like Touya.
Touya sat back down on his seat and signalled for Eriol to take over for him.
"Mrs. Daidouji, can we please get a better explanation on what the situation is?" Eriol Hiiragizawa, marketing manager of Kinomoto Banking Corporation, questioned calmly as he looked at the end of the table, where Sonomi Daidouji stood.
"Well, like I said earlier Mr. Hiiragizawa," Sonomi sighed, sitting back down on her chair "Daidouji Modelling Organization, is indeed in need of more models and clients in our company. Of course, you are very aware of it too."
Eriol nodded his head and urged her to continue.
"Our stocks have stayed at almost the same level and only improved at an incredibly gradual level for this past year. We, my company and I, have decided that in order to improve both status and earnings, we must look for a suitable and well known company that will become a new client, and business partner, who has the same objectives as us. Fortunately, Li Designs, the world-known designer company, had proposed a deal with DMO." Sonomi paused and looked over at Li Design's leaders and shareholders.
"I have talked to Li, Yelan, the current owner of Li Company, about the deal. She had contacted me about it herself; however she could not come to this meeting due to the fact that Li Designs needs her at the world main office in Hong Kong. The proposal is if we are to provide them with the company's best, most presentable and most renowned model, to also, raise their stock and public status, they will become our business partner. Since DMO is also only partly world-known, we have come to a conclusion that if we accept this deal, which we already have, both companies, Li Designs and Daidouji Modelling Organization, will be greatly known around the globe.
"We have also found some other deals and advantages to accompany the accepted proposal," Sonomi started. "Since DMO will need my daughter, Tomoyo Daidouji, to be the future owner; we need her to be more familiar about the company and how to handle it, we need her to be more focused on her task of being the new vice-chief-executive-officer of the company. She can no longer have two roles of being a director manager and model agent, since being a vice-CEO is enough trouble. Plus, since DMO will be having our best model, Sakura Kinomoto, as the representative of Li Designs, then she would be needing a new manager. Since Tomoyo will no longer be able to commit to that task, Li Designs have offered a new co-model and manager with a great name to be able to raise the publicity of both companies." Sonomi glanced over at the web cam, in front of the table facing her. "Mr. and Ms. Li you may now come in."
The doors from the wall behind the conference room opened. It revealed Meilin, with her chin proudly held up, and following her was Syaoran. "Would you please introduce yourselves."
"I am the temporary CEO of Li Designs, Japan Branch, until my father comes back. As my fellow workers know, I'm Li, Meilin, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hiiragizawa, and Mr.-" Meilin stared at Touya in shock, and Touya stared back at Meilin in equal shock, then smirked. Meilin then cleared her throat and smiled back "Mr. Kinomoto."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Ms. Li." Touya stated with a nod.
"As you all know, this is Li, Syaoran, the well-known bachelor of Asia, and now currently top bachelor of Asia as well. He is the only heir direct heir of the Li clan, and future owner of Li Designs."
Every single person who worked under Li Designs stood up, bowing their heads in respect for Syaoran. He raised his hand, and asked them to sit down.
"I'm Li, Syaoran and I will be the co-model and manager that will be working with Daidouji Modelling Organization."
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Sakura's emerald green eyes stared at her best friend's vivid amethyst ones. They were standing in front of the conference room 468. Sakura didn't exactly know what they were doing there, but as far as she knows, it was probably a meeting as to why her schedule was completely altered.
Earlier, Tomoyo had insisted on giving her a change of outfit. After all, she remembered coming to work with just picking whatever was first in line in her closet. By that she meant dark wash jeans, a plain white tee, a grey knit sweater, and her winter boots. It wasn't exactly the most formal business woman look you can achieve, and she didn't make an effort in trying to grab the best suit she can that morning. She was going to change in different clothes when she was supposed to have the photo shoots. About the meeting she was supposed to have, well… that was a different story.
Tomoyo and Sakura went down to the clothing wardrobe down at the twenty-second floor. There was a room full of clothes that was from other designer companies fit only for Sakura. They ranged from incredibly elegant and formal looking gowns to totally informal street looking clothes.
The suit she grabbed was a lime green tank top with a two toned suit. It was an elegant looking suit which had a tiny bit of shimmer to it. A black-green two-toned fabric was used to make the suit. It was a traditional blazer which had two buttons at the waist matched with a pencil skirt. The tank top was a simple spaghetti-strap with embroidery at the top. Its light colour contrasted with the dark suit. Tomoyo excitedly gave it to Sakura and cheerfully said that it matched her eyes. Sakura had refused to wear the expensive looking outfit if it's for no apparent reason; but she only ended up being threatened by her best friend's famous 'I-will-not-take-no-for-an-answer' look. Sakura had no other choice but to agree.
"Tomoyo what exactly are we doing here?" Sakura questioned her friend as they stood in front of the tall wooden doors.
"Well, that's why we're here," Tomoyo stated flatly. "For you to know the reason you've been dying to know."
"Why can't you just tell me now?" Sakura questioned, irritated at her friend's mysterious actions for the past days. "You've been hiding something from me and I know it."
"Take a deep breath," Tomoyo instructed Sakura, and chose to ignore her friend's former statement. "When I open this door, I want you to look as calm and collected as possible."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Sakura argued, crossing her arms.
"It would be for your own good." Tomoyo simply continued, once again ignoring the model's comment. "Oh and by the way, I would just like to say, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' in advance." Tomoyo stated pleadingly as she slowly pushed open the doors which separated them from the conference room.
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"You are going to be my sister's new manager?" Touya questioned with definite shock, and disapproval not hidden in his expression.
The huge pine doors of the conference room opened to reveal two elegant looking women. Everyone's eyes turned to both women, ignoring Touya's fuming and shocked figure.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for being late." Tomoyo stated as the pine doors closed behind Sakura and her.
"It's okay ladies," Sonomi stated, pointing her hand towards the two empty seats beside her, "You may take your seat."
Tomoyo walked towards the end of the table taking the seat on the right of her mother.
Sakura stood there simply staring at everybody in the conference, her head repeating her brother's preposterously loud words. So she wasn't going to get fired. She shook her head and looked at her brother's glaring figure.
"Who's going to be my new manager?" She questioned, confused.
Everybody turned their heads towards the direction Touya was glowering at. There stood a young looking lady in a black suit, her chin held high. Her incredibly long raven hair was tied up in a pony tail, reaching up to her waist. Sakura's eyes then travelled to a tall young looking man beside her, which her brother's chocolate eyes were glaring daggers at.
He was wearing a green button up shirt, and a black shirt beneath it. He didn't look as formal as all the other people in the room, yet he seemed to simply fit in. He was surprisingly tall and had familiar looking, unruly, chestnut hair. In fact, his eyes were very familiar too, they were pools of magnificent amber that shone almost gold, and had the look of sternness in them. They were too familiar, and those eyes were staring right at her.
Everyone stared at Sakura and Syaoran as he walked towards her stunned figure, standing in front of her. She looked up at him, while he looked down at her. They stared at each other, one serious, the other dismayed.
Sonomi chose to speak and interrupted the awkward silence that had built up in the conference room. "Kinomoto, Sakura, we would like you to meet your newly assigned manager, and co-model-" Before Sonomi could finish her sentence, Sakura mumbled the two words that have been haunting her like the evil omen she had predicted it to be.
The two words which had annoyed her to the brink of insanity, in only three days.
The two words which she hoped she would never hear about ever again.
The two words which was his name.
Those two words…
"Li, Syaoran."
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A/n: Hooraaah! Chapter four is finally finished. I hope you guys liked it. Even if it is the chapter with long, dragging, dialogues and a horrific explanation of what was happening in the story. It's also the chapter which was too serious for it's own good, but I was really planning to get chapter four over with and move on with the story. Since chapter four is where the actual rising action of this whole story begins. Fortunately, it is over! We can now rejoice!
(1) This is a note. In Japan, the driver sits on the right side not the left, and they always stay on the left side of the road instead of the right.
By the way, I am sorry for the late update, but I did get to update this week, which is good. Since next week is my exam week, then summer vacation is coming! Yes! More typing days! However, I will miss my first years in high school, it was fun.
I will try and update chapter five soon, so you guys don't have to worry about it. I will try to update it this week, after my exams. Watch out for it. XD
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