Chapter 10

Then he admonished me once again, telling me not to put myself through such ordeals in the future.

Excessive plastic surgery can truly be fatal.

I smiled and said, "I understand. It won't happen again."

As I walked out of the hospital, I was planning my departure date.

I thought about moving to a less bustling small town, living a simple and peaceful life.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang.

It was a very familiar number, but I couldn't immediately recall whose it was.

Only after answering did I realize it was my former boss from the theater.

He asked about my recent situation and requested that I return to work.

I felt a wave of sadness wash over me.

My life, swaying up and down just because of someone else's words.

It's great to have privilege.

The director's tone made it seem like he was urging me to end my leave and return to work immediately.

It was a complete contrast to his previous firm notification that I "didn't need to come to work anymore."