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As soon as she hid behind a folding partition in the corner of the lounge, the door opened. She listened and held her breath as the familiar sound of footsteps, even though she hadn't heard them in three years, came inside.

Please don't come this way.

But he came straight towards her. That man, she had forgotten that he had never listened to her when she was empty. As the footsteps got closer, all sorts of ominous thoughts began to unfold in Grace's mind.

If we get caught, they might separate Ellie and me.

Beyond the partition, I could sense the man's presence and even smell his perfume. At that moment, I thought it was over. The footsteps stopped a step behind the partition, and then I heard the sound of someone picking up the phone.

"Room 2101, Bellevue Hotel."

When the man called, she was relieved, but she couldn't completely relax. There was only a thin silk partition between him and her. Grace stayed still, hoping that the rich silk and the elaborate embroidery would hide her, and listened to the man's conversation.

"Change Campbell."

Is Campbell in Prescott too? What's going on?

"Yeah, progress."

The man, who had been silent for a moment, let out a long sigh.

"Have them ready tonight so we can begin canvassing the entire Prescott suburbs tomorrow morning."

The sound of my heartbeat thumping in my ears was so loud that it was annoying and drowned out the man's voice. So I couldn't even overhear Campbell's voice.

"Yeah. Focus on those two places."

Even if you couldn't hear it, you could tell the story was going to be about Campbell. It seemed like they were tracking down the remnants of the group that had planted a bomb in the theater.

The man quickly hung up the phone and walked away. When he heard the sound of someone slumping down on the sofa, Grace couldn't relax and cried out inwardly.

Please get out.

"please...."

At that moment, the man behind the partition suddenly muttered something to himself and sighed deeply. Grace's heart sank at the strange sound that followed.

That's ridiculous.

She slowly turned her head. She looked through the gap where the partition was folded and saw a man sitting alone on a leather sofa. This time, she couldn't see his face. It was covered by the white cloth.

That's....

It was a bonnet with a pink ribbon and lace frills. What was more surprising than the fact that the man had the bonnet that Ellie had thrown away two years ago was the fact that his shoulders were shaking.

"please...."

Grace repeated, trying hard to ignore the fact that her voice was wet with pleading.

It's a smile. It's a smile. It has to be a smile.

"That's fortunate, isn't it, Ellie?"

Grace muttered as she stared blankly at Ellie's face, which was fast asleep in the dark. The officer must not have noticed us. If he had been tipped off, the man would not have done such a thing in the lounge.

Then I guess I can continue living here.

"thank god."

Okay. So now, sleep peacefully. Grace closed her eyes as if trying to console herself, but soon they opened again. Then she let out a sigh of pain and rolled over.

Suddenly, I remembered the icy nails that had been tightly packed inside the bomb. I don't know who did it, but it was too late. The nail called Grace Riddle was already deeply embedded in that man, with roots called Ellie.

I've fulfilled my wish to be a nail that stays embedded in that man's heart for the rest of my life. Then I should be happy.

"under...."

I laughed, but it might have sounded like a sigh.

Grace, be happy. You have to be happy.

Laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses harmonized with the upbeat jazz melody of the piano.

In the middle of the party, while people were dancing nonstop in a way that their mother would have looked down on, calling it vulgar, at the main table where Leon was sitting, the president of the film studio was talking nonstop.

"If it weren't for that female employee, everyone here would have been listening to a funeral march instead of jazz tonight. Anyway, since it ended safely without them getting their way, isn't it another victory for the military and our side?"

As Leon's glass of whiskey emptied, Grant quickly picked up the bottle as if he were a waiter and filled his glass.

"There will be an article tomorrow saying that the preview ended without any trouble. Oh, by the way... ."

He put down the bottle and gestured to a man chatting with a young woman at the party venue's window.

"Hey, Norman!"

As the man and woman approached, Grant began introducing them to him.

"Norman is my publicist."

Leon, who was annoyed, sat with his legs crossed and nodded without even shaking hands, as he had done with countless businessmen and actresses throughout the day.

"He's a competent professional. Norman will take good care of the reporters so that there's no noise. Don't worry, it won't affect the box office."

He didn't care whether the movie was a hit or a flop. Leon's head, which had been nodding mechanically, stopped the moment the CEO introduced the female employee.

"And here's Sally, my secretary, Mrs. Tate's assistant."

When Leon raised his head and met his eyes, the woman named 'Sally' flinched. The woman wet her lips with her tongue in a vulgar way and smiled at him with the corners of her mouth raised, and Leon opened his mouth, which he had kept shut.

"My guess was wrong."

"yes?"

"When I first saw it in the theater...."

"You, you saw me?"

The woman's voice shook violently, and she started stamping her feet and clapping her hands like a child.

"I was thinking of a more mature name, like Eva, rather than Sally."

"Oh my goodness, you were wondering what my name was? Oh my goodness. It's like a dream. Actually, I also wanted to change my name because it sounds like a country girl or maid."

"Please don't forget to include Eva in the new name list."

"Yes! It is truly an honor, Your Majesty."

Yeah, it's an honor to have used that woman's name on your topic so far.

As Leon lifted his glass again and tilted it, Grant looked around the two employees and asked.

"By the way, where did Anna go?"

The employees shrugged their shoulders as if they had no idea.

"Oh, you ran away already. At least you did a good job of getting me out."

Leon chuckled instead of pouring his glass. He knew that there was one woman who was incredibly good at getting her way.

"Anna said."

As the staff greeted each other and left, Grant leaned back against the table and began to talk nonsense again.

"He's a great employee who pesters the CEO to hear His Majesty's voice. In fact, he's a talent who's better suited to be an actor than an office worker, so I was going to bring him here today and introduce him to the agents... ."

Grant made a sound of regret, and Leon continued speaking without any interest.

"This lady, oh, she's not a lady... Anyway, this friend has the eyes of an actor. The only regret is that the mysterious color of those eyes that draw people in cannot be shown in the movie..."

At that moment, the blue eyes on the tilted crystal glass suddenly caught his eye. Leon immediately put the glass down and said a word.

"Cyan."

Grant asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"How did you know?"

But from this moment on, the questions were his, not the author's.

"That employee, he was the first one to discover the bomb today, right?"

"Yes, yes. That's right."

"And I have a two-year-old daughter."

"Oh, no. That... how did you know?"

Because I'm still lost in those mysterious eyes and can't get out of them.

That woman is a rebel who knows how to make priest bombs.

That woman's daughter, she's my daughter.

Only then did he answer silently, furrowing the corners of his eyes.

º º º

As soon as she opened the door to the secretary's office and went in, a colleague who had arrived earlier saw Grace's face and said that she looked tired instead of greeting her.

"Did your daughter wake you up so early in the morning again today?"

"Huh? Huh... ."

In fact, I just tossed and turned all night and couldn't even catch a wink of sleep.

"Nothing happened yesterday?"

Grace asked, sitting down at her desk.

"Just two people who fell off a party table while dancing and broke their legs. Is that it?"

That was quite a crazy party. Grace smiled and opened her notebook, which contained a list of things to do today.

"Confirm check-out of VIPs and send-off...."

"Everyone will probably be late because they're hungover."

He said that he suddenly remembered his colleague who was holding his forehead and saying that he was dying from a hangover.

"The Winstons have already checked out. They went straight to the hotel to have Norman and Mr. Grant escort them to the train station."

"Oh really? That's good."

Grace was relieved to see that the man was leaving right away, having once again confirmed that he had not been caught.

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As soon as she hid behind a folding partition in the corner of the lounge, the door opened. She listened and held her breath as the familiar sound of footsteps, even though she hadn't heard them in three years, came inside.

Please don't come this way.

But he came straight towards her. That man, she had forgotten that he had never listened to her when she was empty. As the footsteps got closer, all sorts of ominous thoughts began to unfold in Grace's mind.

If we get caught, they might separate Ellie and me.

Beyond the partition, I could sense the man's presence and even smell his perfume. At that moment, I thought it was over. The footsteps stopped a step behind the partition, and then I heard the sound of someone picking up the phone.

"Room 2101, Bellevue Hotel."

When the man called, she was relieved, but she couldn't completely relax. There was only a thin silk partition between him and her. Grace stayed still, hoping that the rich silk and the elaborate embroidery would hide her, and listened to the man's conversation.

"Change Campbell."

Is Campbell in Prescott too? What's going on?

"Yeah, progress."

The man, who had been silent for a moment, let out a long sigh.

"Have them ready tonight so we can begin canvassing the entire Prescott suburbs tomorrow morning."

The sound of my heartbeat thumping in my ears was so loud that it was annoying and drowned out the man's voice. So I couldn't even overhear Campbell's voice.

"Yeah. Focus on those two places."

Even if you couldn't hear it, you could tell the story was going to be about Campbell. It seemed like they were tracking down the remnants of the group that had planted a bomb in the theater.

The man quickly hung up the phone and walked away. When he heard the sound of someone slumping down on the sofa, Grace couldn't relax and cried out inwardly.

Please get out.

"please...."

At that moment, the man behind the partition suddenly muttered something to himself and sighed deeply. Grace's heart sank at the strange sound that followed.

That's ridiculous.

She slowly turned her head. She looked through the gap where the partition was folded and saw a man sitting alone on a leather sofa. This time, she couldn't see his face. It was covered by the white cloth.

That's....

It was a bonnet with a pink ribbon and lace frills. What was more surprising than the fact that the man had the bonnet that Ellie had thrown away two years ago was the fact that his shoulders were shaking.

"please...."

Grace repeated, trying hard to ignore the fact that her voice was wet with pleading.

It's a smile. It's a smile. It has to be a smile.

"That's fortunate, isn't it, Ellie?"

Grace muttered as she stared blankly at Ellie's face, which was fast asleep in the dark. The officer must not have noticed us. If he had been tipped off, the man would not have done such a thing in the lounge.

Then I guess I can continue living here.

"thank god."

Okay. So now, sleep peacefully. Grace closed her eyes as if trying to console herself, but soon they opened again. Then she let out a sigh of pain and rolled over.

Suddenly, I remembered the icy nails that had been tightly packed inside the bomb. I don't know who did it, but it was too late. The nail called Grace Riddle was already deeply embedded in that man, with roots called Ellie.

I've fulfilled my wish to be a nail that stays embedded in that man's heart for the rest of my life. Then I should be happy.

"under...."

I laughed, but it might have sounded like a sigh.

Grace, be happy. You have to be happy.

Laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses harmonized with the upbeat jazz melody of the piano.

In the middle of the party, while people were dancing nonstop in a way that their mother would have looked down on, calling it vulgar, at the main table where Leon was sitting, the president of the film studio was talking nonstop.

"If it weren't for that female employee, everyone here would have been listening to a funeral march instead of jazz tonight. Anyway, since it ended safely without them getting their way, isn't it another victory for the military and our side?"

As Leon's glass of whiskey emptied, Grant quickly picked up the bottle as if he were a waiter and filled his glass.

"There will be an article tomorrow saying that the preview ended without any trouble. Oh, by the way... ."

He put down the bottle and gestured to a man chatting with a young woman at the party venue's window.

"Hey, Norman!"

As the man and woman approached, Grant began introducing them to him.

"Norman is my publicist."

Leon, who was annoyed, sat with his legs crossed and nodded without even shaking hands, as he had done with countless businessmen and actresses throughout the day.

"He's a competent professional. Norman will take good care of the reporters so that there's no noise. Don't worry, it won't affect the box office."

He didn't care whether the movie was a hit or a flop. Leon's head, which had been nodding mechanically, stopped the moment the CEO introduced the female employee.

"And here's Sally, my secretary, Mrs. Tate's assistant."

When Leon raised his head and met his eyes, the woman named 'Sally' flinched. The woman wet her lips with her tongue in a vulgar way and smiled at him with the corners of her mouth raised, and Leon opened his mouth, which he had kept shut.

"My guess was wrong."

"yes?"

"When I first saw it in the theater...."

"You, you saw me?"

The woman's voice shook violently, and she started stamping her feet and clapping her hands like a child.

"I was thinking of a more mature name, like Eva, rather than Sally."

"Oh my goodness, you were wondering what my name was? Oh my goodness. It's like a dream. Actually, I also wanted to change my name because it sounds like a country girl or maid."

"Please don't forget to include Eva in the new name list."

"Yes! It is truly an honor, Your Majesty."

Yeah, it's an honor to have used that woman's name on your topic so far.

As Leon lifted his glass again and tilted it, Grant looked around the two employees and asked.

"By the way, where did Anna go?"

The employees shrugged their shoulders as if they had no idea.

"Oh, you ran away already. At least you did a good job of getting me out."

Leon chuckled instead of pouring his glass. He knew that there was one woman who was incredibly good at getting her way.

"Anna said."

As the staff greeted each other and left, Grant leaned back against the table and began to talk nonsense again.

"He's a great employee who pesters the CEO to hear His Majesty's voice. In fact, he's a talent who's better suited to be an actor than an office worker, so I was going to bring him here today and introduce him to the agents... ."

Grant made a sound of regret, and Leon continued speaking without any interest.

"This lady, oh, she's not a lady... Anyway, this friend has the eyes of an actor. The only regret is that the mysterious color of those eyes that draw people in cannot be shown in the movie..."

At that moment, the blue eyes on the tilted crystal glass suddenly caught his eye. Leon immediately put the glass down and said a word.

"Cyan."

Grant asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"How did you know?"

But from this moment on, the questions were his, not the author's.

"That employee, he was the first one to discover the bomb today, right?"

"Yes, yes. That's right."

"And I have a two-year-old daughter."

"Oh, no. That... how did you know?"

Because I'm still lost in those mysterious eyes and can't get out of them.

That woman is a rebel who knows how to make priest bombs.

That woman's daughter, she's my daughter.

Only then did he answer silently, furrowing the corners of his eyes.

º º º

As soon as she opened the door to the secretary's office and went in, a colleague who had arrived earlier saw Grace's face and said that she looked tired instead of greeting her.

"Did your daughter wake you up so early in the morning again today?"

"Huh? Huh... ."

In fact, I just tossed and turned all night and couldn't even catch a wink of sleep.

"Nothing happened yesterday?"

Grace asked, sitting down at her desk.

"Just two people who fell off a party table while dancing and broke their legs. Is that it?"

That was quite a crazy party. Grace smiled and opened her notebook, which contained a list of things to do today.

"Confirm check-out of VIPs and send-off...."

"Everyone will probably be late because they're hungover."

He said that he suddenly remembered his colleague who was holding his forehead and saying that he was dying from a hangover.

"The Winstons have already checked out. They went straight to the hotel to have Norman and Mr. Grant escort them to the train station."

"Oh really? That's good."

Grace was relieved to see that the man was leaving right away, having once again confirmed that he had not been caught.

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