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    “Wait, did you say his name was
Akira Sato?” she asked.

 
    “Yes, that’s what he said.”

 
    “He is rather tall, has
shoulder-length hair and has a mole underneath his left eye?” Shina inquired.

 
    “Er... I think so,” Mimi
replied, not one-hundred-percent sure about the mole part. She heard a loud
squeal at the other end of the line and Mimi felt a surge of panic. “Shina! You
have to keep this a secret!” she pleaded.

 
    “Don’t worry Mimi, I will. The
thing is Sato is a famous music producer. He works for Niji Music.”

 
    “Niji?” Mimi cried in
disbelief, “I know them! My favourite rock bands are under that company!”

 
    Niji Music is an independent
(or “indies” as known in Japan) rock label. Don’t be fooled by the term
‘indies’, it is a serious money-making company. The most highly-acclaimed rock
bands are under the label, preferring to remain independent instead of moving
to a major recording label. Despite gaining recognition and often playing to
packed live houses, Niji bands prefer to remain underground because they could
still keep a level of creative integrity, without letting anyone in corporate
suits dictate their music career. Mimi’s favourite band, Filth, was under Niji
Music.

 
    Shina continued, “So, it might
be a good idea to stay with him. He’s a public figure and he’s smart. He won’t
do anything to you. I figure he is just feeling guilty about knocking you
down.”

 
    Mimi doubted that egoistic head
of his would ever feel guilty. Her temples started to throb as she replied, “I
see. Thanks Shina, I’ll call you again.”

 
    And that was how Mimi found
herself presently sitting on Sato’s sofa – although finding out that he
was the producer of her favourite band didn’t change her opinion of him. She
crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose. She felt like she was sitting on
something. Mimi felt about behind her and found a pair of lacy black underwear.

 
    “Yucks!” she cried, flinging it
away from her.

 
    “What happened?” he asked,
walking towards her holding two cans of iced coffee. The black blob went flying
towards him and the panties landed on Sato’s head. Mimi coughed, trying to
stifle her laughter, both amused and horrified at the strange scene. He swept
the underwear off his head and shrugged.

 
    “I hope that is not yours,” she
said, trying to inch away from him as he sat down next to her. Mimi’s comment
was met with a stern stare. He placed one of the cans on the coffee table and
opened his own.

 
    “Is this for me? I don’t drink
coffee,” she said.

 
    Sato sniggered and said, “I
think this is a good time for me to lay down some house rules.”

 
    “House rules?”

 
    “Firstly, this is not a
supermarket. I am giving you a roof over your head for free. So whatever I give
you, take it or leave it, there is no option.”

 
    Mimi felt a sinking feeling of
dread and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

 
    “Number two, and this is more
important than the first rule. From now on, you are Mimi Sato, my younger
sister who has returned from her London studies. You came back because you
missed your wonderful and adorable brother.”

 
    “What? You’re kidding, right?”

 
    “I’m not. I don’t want to be in
the tabloids for having some random girl in my house. Nor do I want the number
of lovers I have to diminish just because I’m housing some stranger.”

 
    As Mimi had thought, she had
made a big mistake. But there was no turning back now. “Okay, I understand.
I’ll leave when I can walk again.”

 
    Sato smirked and said, “Let’s
just hope your boyfriend isn’t a rock fan or he might just blow our cover.”

 
    Yuki? That boy band member?
thought Mimi to herself. “Don’t worry. He won’t,” she said, taking a sip of
coffe.

 
    *

 
    Yuki sat alone in the waiting
room of the television studio. Clad in a purple hoodie that was