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“Don’t fall in love with
me.”

 
    Mimi snorted in disbelief.
“Sorry, I don’t find you handsome or cool,” she muttered as she gulped down her
beer.

 
    Sato seemed amused. “You are
definitely not my type.”

 
    The next morning Mimi found
herself sprawled on the living room couch with a bad headache. The sun was
already up and empty cans of beer were thrown haphazardly on the floor.   Sato seemed to have left for work,
leaving the mess behind. Mimi slowly limped over to her bed and was prepared to
spend another day sleeping when a text message beeped from her cell phone.
Curiously she picked it up and found that the text message came from last
night’s drinking buddy.

 
    She read the text aloud,
“Yamada had a home emergency to attend to and I left an important file at home.
It is a clear folder next to my laptop in my study room. Take a taxi down to
the Niji Building at Ginza. I’ll meet you downstairs. Make yourself useful.”

 
    What? Do I really have a
choice? Wait a minute, on second thought, Niji Building? Maybe I can see Filth
there. That idiot better introduce us, thought Mimi, as she read the text
message again.

 
    Whatever the case, it was
better than dying from boredom here. Searching through the clothes in her
suitcase, Mimi threw on a below-knee pink checkered shirt dress and a white
scarf. She then cautiously climbed up the stairs (more like hobble her way up)
and peeked into Sato’s room. His study room functioned like a mini music
production studio and had a keyboard and sound mixing equipment. After finding
the file, Mimi made her way out whilst leaning heavily on her crutches, and
hailed a cab.

 
    “Niji Building please,” Mimi
told the driver. It was a breezy spring day in Tokyo. The weather was cool with
soft rays of sunlight and she knew that somewhere, cherry blossoms were in full
bloom. She glanced out of the window of the cab to see steady streams of
business professionals walking briskly along the pavements. Everyone in Tokyo
appeared to be in a rush to go somewhere. Mimi felt a little envious and she
wondered when she was ever going to have any direction in her own life.

 
    The taxi stopped in front of a
silver circular building about twenty-storeys high. Mimi spotted some teenage
girls loitering around the entrance who were decked out in black, with thick
black eyeliner, carrying CD singles of Filth. The taxi stopped by the entrance
of Niji building where a man in a black suit greeted her and paid for the taxi
fare. He helped Mimi with her crutches and guided her inside, past security.

 
    “My name is Shiba, I’m Filth’s
new manager. Mr. Sato asked me to meet you,” said the man, and he offered Mimi
his business card.

 
    “My name is Mimi. Nice to meet
you.”

 
    “You do look a little like Mr.
Sato.”

 
    “Excuse me?” she exclaimed as
the lift arrived on the seventh floor. She suddenly remembered that she was
supposed to be his sister. “Oh, thank you,” she added hurriedly.

 
    “Here you go, this is his
office,” Shiba said, opening the office door for her.

 
    “Thank you,” she said, stepping
inside. Sato’s office was massive. It had red sofas, gigantic autographed
posters of the bands under Niji music, a flat screen television and a big desk.
There was even a small pool table set up in the corner.

 
    “Take a seat, he’ll be coming
up,” said Shiba as he bowed politely and took his leave. Mimi sat on the couch,
and looked down at the folder in her hands. A photograph of Filth was on the
front of the file. Mimi looked at it curiously and thought, maybe it had some
secret information on Shuji, her favourite member from the band. Sato swaggered
into his office shortly. “You’re late,” he said, folding his arms.

 
    “I guess, you don’t know how to
say ‘thanks’?” she retorted.

 
    “You know it’s your fault that
I forgot this,” he said, picking up the folder.

 
    Mimi rolled her eyes