Luck in Disguise

Dozens of reporters flooded the entrance to the hospital. They didn't block the door—because it would've been illegal—but people still struggled to walk in and out, especially if they were a big group who were with their families.

The lower part of my chest would tighten every time I got agitated, so I stopped peeking out to take a deep breath.

Mr. Mochizuki approached and asked, "So, do we have a deal?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Not being sued for disobeying the instructions from the authorities," he smiled. We stared at each other in silence until he laughed. "I'm joking. Your part is that we won't bother or spy on you ever again. Pretty good, huh?"

"Something tells me you'll have to do it again sooner or later."

"Be it later." He turned to face the rest of the team and waved. "Have a good day, guys. It might not be the easiest of times, but my daughter and I will be waiting for your next concert. Just make sure to do it on one of my days off; I'll send you my schedule."