Semua Bab A Writer's Contract: Twisted Inspiration: Bab 51 - Bab 60

A few days passed since the incident and Jun was beginning to go out more often. The security detail still followed him wherever he went but, it was better than being confined to the house the whole time. Iori on the other hand never left home. It was as if she was growing comfortable inside and any mention of stepping outside disturbed her. Jun knew that the depth of her fear ran deeper than he would ever imagine. But, he was worried about her... "Hello, handsome..." Said a female voice from beside him snapping him out of his thought. He turned around to find a woman he vaguely recognized but still couldn't place her name. "Hi," Jun said awkwardly as he gripped his coffee mug and stole a glance at his laptop where he had been trying to write the next scene in their book. He changed the page quickly and looked up at the woman who come up to sit in front of him leaning her elbows against the table and pushing her cleavage out for him. Jun wanted to gro

"Don't tell me that you were dating her without knowing who she is," Shou said putting down the mug he was drying and threw the towel over his shoulder leaning forward."I don't know what you're talking about. Do you know Iori from somewhere?" Jun asked trying to follow up with his friend's reasoning."let's jog up your memory a little bit..." His friend said, " Do you remember certain lazy evenings at the school's library, especially in the spring, there was a sakura tree near the library windows and the light breeze always brought petals into the room whenever the windows are open... One day, as you headed toward the corner where you usually sit, you saw a beautiful raven-haired girl standing there and holding a book in her hands...""Which one of us was the writer? Because I'm beginning to wonder if our careers got switched for a moment," Jun

Iori motioned to Jun who was answering his phone and headed down the hallway toward their apartment. Two bodyguards who were different from the ones assigned to her were waiting by the door. They both turned toward her and bowed and she realized that she knew the older one. “Genta,” she said and the old man nodded his neutral look never wavering. “Miss Iori, it has been a long time,” he said “Yes, it has,” Iori said smiling at the man who had been present through many of her childhood memories, “how have you been?” She asked “Thanks to your kindness I have been doing well. It’s good to see you well and in good health,” he said and his eyes crinkled in the corner in the closest semblance of a smile. “It’s good to

“We’re screwed…” Jun said looking at the calendar in front of him on their new dining table. “We are screwed,” Iori said from the other side of the table staring at that very calendar with the bright red circle with the word deadline written underneath it. “How did it get to be like this?” Jun asked trying to ignore the voice in his head that kept saying ‘you know-how, you slacker!’ “This usually happens when no one sticks to the word counts and skips plot meetings…” Iori said with a distant voice as if she was trying to convince herself that she was in no danger if she talked about the problem like it didn’t concern her. Yeah… good try… “I can’t believe that we’re this behind on our schedule. We barely finished half of the required material …” “The manuscript isn’t even halfway through, and the deadline is in two days. Kimiko and Kajima are going to do a quadruple suicide taking us with them if we tell them this…” A shiver ran

Knowing that you have a deadline and working on it are two different things. There was always this deciding factor of whether you can get into the trance-like mood that would let you work through it nonstop until you finish.Jun couldn’t get into that mood. He knew that he was skirting the danger zone and that he would be screwed if he doesn’t start working, but, he just couldn’t. He was still reeling from the events that happened to them earlier that day.Iori didn’t seem to be having any problems, she had been cradling her laptop and typing away for a few hours now. She was on a roll, her fingers were moving on the keyboard so fast that he could barely keep up.She’d go for the laptop as soon as they entered the apartment and had been at it since then. Jun could only write two paragraphs since then and he was seriously considering deleting it.It ticked him that he was the only one agitated because of what happened, even th