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be passing by entered her room.   “Miss Chan, how are you feeling?” she
asked, pressing a button by the bed. Mimi’s bed started to recline upwards.

 
    “What happened to me?” Mimi
asked. She noticed that her left foot was wrapped up in a cast.

 
    “You were brought in here in
the evening. Don’t worry, you only sprained your left ankle. It’s nothing
serious, although it may take a month to fully recover.”

 
    “But nurse, who brought me here
and why am I in such a private room?” she asked, starting to take in her
surroundings. She was the only patient in the room and she was sure that this
place was luxurious by hospital standards. There was a cream leather couch at
the side, her own private bathroom and the bed she was currently sleeping on
was bigger and softer than her own back home. The sky had turned dark and Mimi
could see a pretty view of the streets below, dotted with night lights.

 
    “Ah, Mr Sato has paid for your
stay in this room. He was also the one who brought you here.”

 
    “Mr. Sato? Who is that?”

 
    “He said he was a friend of
yours. He gave us your passport and checked you in this evening. My name is
Yoko, if you need anything just press this button,” Yoko motioned towards a red
button at the side of Mimi’s bed. She then bowed and left. Mimi laid down on
her very soft and fluffy pillow and wondered about this certain Mr Sato. Why
was he paying for her medical expenses? He had to be rather rich to pay for a
personal room. And there was also that nagging thought; what was she going to
do now?

 
    Mimi winced in pain whenever
she tried to move her left leg. How was she going to find that idiot Yuki now?
She covered her face with her hands when she remembered that Yuki was part of
some wussy boy band who didn’t even compose their own songs and wore matching
performance outfits. If her leg weren’t in this state, she would have gone back
to Singapore. At least now, Mimi understood why he had to leave suddenly. If
Yuki, the pop star, knew that she came all the way to Tokyo, he would probably
think she was some stalker.

 
    “Does
that make me a bimbo fan?” Mimi asked herself out loud.

 
    “Excuse me?” a deep male voice
asked.

 
    Was it the doctor? She wondered
as she looked towards the door. Instead, Mimi was faced with a lanky, tanned
guy wearing a tailored dark blue suit. He had long straight hair up to his
shoulders, and despite the fact that it was night time, he was wearing a pair
of sunglasses.  

 
    Mimi tried to sit up again but
the pain in her foot made her yelp.

 
    “Hey, take it easy,” he said.
Mimi looked at him curiously.

 
    “Mr Sato?” she asked. Sato gave
a quick nod but kept his sunglasses on. Mimi recognised his eyewear from the
latest Spring/Summer Gucci collection. His dark suit was also from the Italian
brand. He sat down on the sofa and finally took off his shades. He looked about
thirty, had a sharp chin and wore dark blue contacts. He wasn’t your average
pretty boy but he had a very interesting face. The trouble was, Mimi still had
no idea who he was.

 
    “I’m sorry but I had to give
them your passport when I admitted you here,” he said, matter-of-factly in
English, “My name’s Akira Sato. Call me Sato or Akira, but I’d prefer if you
call me Mr Sato.” He leaned back on the sofa and studied her face. “So, you are
Miranda Chan from Singapore? Are you a tourist? Is there anyone I can contact
here in Tokyo?”

 
    “I guess you can say I am here
for a holiday. But actually, right now, I would like to return to Singapore. I
think I can still travel in this state,” Mimi replied in Japanese. There was
something about his mannerism that annoyed her. He seemed arrogant and full of
himself.

 
    “But you’ve only been here for
a day? Were you too traumatised by the accident?” He asked in Japanese.

 
    “No, I came here for something,
but I don’t think it matters anymore,” Mimi said.