Deena Johnson の小説・ストーリー

"I apologize. I'll return it if we go there again." Meazus remained silent and now turned his gaze towards the window. Zoan saw it all and tried to break the ice in the car. "So what have you been up to lately, Deanna?" "I work as a French translator. Sometimes I also write some articles and translate them into English." "You seem to be very smart." Deanna shook her head lightly with a smile. "Ah, not really." "Oh, yeah. Are you going to keep working after marriage?" Deanna did not say that to Meazus at all. She still had a contract with the company she worked for and she had not asked Meazus whether or not she could still work after marriage.

“Good morning, Ms. Scott. The chairwoman is in a meeting at the moment, but you can wait in her office if you’d like. I’ll let her know you’re here as soon as she’s available.” “Thank you. But I’ll just wait in the lounge” I reply, but just as I’m about to turn towards the lounge, I catch sight of someone exiting one of the elevators across the lobby. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, I’m rooted to the spot. It’s Diane Johnson. The Diane Johnson. The woman who has single-handedly redefined modern design in art industry. She’s right in front of me. Holy shit!