Fame with Scales

A picture of Sanae and Risa performing at Kiku's café appeared. The title of the article was the typical bait for people to read it.

The president's affair with his maid: his secret daughters are idols…? Oh shit.

I didn't know anything, yet my stomach dropped to the floor; I knew it was something serious. I opened the article, but the suited man kept talking.

"So, that's why I'm here. I can send you my business card in case you need—"

"Yes, just send it!"

"Splendid! And… sent. I'll be waiting for your call—"

I couldn't wait anymore, so I shut the door on his face. I stood still in my apartment, trying to read the article, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. There was a video as well. A video of a masked person that seemed to have been recorded with glasses. I didn't dare to watch it. I felt so sick that I had to sit on my bed and take a moment to calm down.