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After clicking the print button, the young researcher took his hand off the mouse and stretched, groaning as his back popped. Sighing in contentment, he looked at his partner who was similarly printing out the results of their tests. “Miwa, you want to get a cup of coffee later?” the researcher asked after Miwa retrieved both their papers. “Sure, I’ll treat you this time. Good work, my man,” Miwa replied. “So, what do you think about your first overnight shift here?” “I still can’t believe I’m working for Everworld right now!” the researcher replied, suddenly energetic. His speaking quickened. “That Everworld! Rochen is my god!” “Haha, you got that right. I was the same when I was first hired,” Miwa said. “It’s almost time for Yoen to …show more content…

It would be an affront to his ancestors if he didn’t ask for an autograph… Rochen walked past him. The young researcher tucked the test results under his arm while he searched his pockets for a pen. Fishing one out, he turned and started toward his idol when Miwa grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?” Miwa hissed. The researcher frowned. “I’m getting an autograph! I can get you one too if you want, let go!” Miwa’s grip was tight and he shook his head. “It’s 16th of February today. It’s not a good time. Maybe later?” The young researcher’s excitement drained away, quickly replaced by horror. He had been so happy over meeting his idol that he had forgotten that today was the anniversary of Rochen’s wife’s death. Rochen Rochmell had a wife named Lira who he had known since childhood. Unfortunately, Lira had died twelve years ago from a genetic disease. Rochen never remarried and visited Lira’s grave every year on the 16th of February. If he had been so blunt to ask his idol for an autograph on a day as inauspicious as today, who knew how bad Rochen’s opinion of him would be? Swallowing, the young researcher nodded and turned back, his footsteps quickening as he accompanied Miwa toward their supervisor’s room. Rochen Rochwell whistled softly as he walked out of Everworld Headquarters. He reached into his pocket and pressed a button. The button read his fingerprints and issued a quiet beep of confirmation. Seconds later, a sleek gray car

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