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immediately. There was no time for lolling around in Japan. Deep down, I felt a little relieved. It'd get me away from Dad, who could be very persuasive, even if he didn't talk sense.
    The tour people wanted to meet up ASAP. We couldn't hold them off much longer, not without a huge risk of losing the whole deal.
    My mind raced through the things I needed to do. First, book a flight home. It would take at least 16 hours, maybe more to get there. And ring the promotions company to organise a meeting for Friday afternoon. I could do that. I needed a power bitch suit. I had least two of those in the clothes Dad bought. And I needed some background on the whole thing. Angie could probably dig that up that and email it to me.
    I replied so that Angie would stop stressing then searched online for a flight.
    I walked out to the stairwell for some privacy and called the promotions company. Meeting arranged. Wow, ten minutes and I was on top of all this. Next, I needed to get back to the hotel and pack.
    I pressed the button for the lift. I pressed it again and again because everyone knows the more you press the button, the faster the lift gets there. Finally, it arrived and I squeezed my way in then realised it would stop on every floor. Sure, I had a few hours but it felt like every minute mattered.
    As I got to the foyer, my phone rang.
    “ Hannah, where are you?”
    “ I've got to go, Tamaki. Sorry, I…” I didn't want to say it but, in my excitement, I'd completely forgotten about him. This was far more important.
    “ You are going back to the hotel?”
    “ I'm going home. Something’s come up and I need to be there.”
    There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “Something personal? Nothing bad I hope.”
    “ No, business. It's important.”
    “ We are supposed to be having dinner tonight. That's important too.”
    This time the icy voice was directed at me.
    “ Your father is very dependent on good relations with my father's firm. Maybe you should think about that.”
    His voice held a threat that made me shudder.
    Then, in an instant, his whole tone changed. It made me wonder if I'd just imagined the whole thing. I mean, this was Tamaki, crazy karaoke guy who'd done nothing but try to make me happy for the last few days.
    “ I’d really, really appreciate it if you would wait until tomorrow to leave. I’m sure things aren’t that urgent.”
    He was a lot more reasonable than Dad was when I got back to the hotel. I’d hoped he wouldn’t be there but I had no such luck.
    “ Hannah, you don't have to do this. The band isn't your problem anymore. You have an easy way to get back on top, why won't you just take it?”
    I paced around the hotel suite. I knew this wasn't going to be easy and, to be honest, I just wanted to pick up my bag and leave. I didn't want to have this conversation and I didn't have the time for it.
    “ It's always about the easy way, isn't it? Maybe that's not what should matter. Maybe the important thing is making a commitment and sticking to it. Being reliable and following through. You always told me I had to be stronger than anyone, Dad. Well, that's what I'm doing. I'm being strong. Because being strong is the opposite of copping out and taking the easy path. There are a bunch of people who need me and they are the ones that were there for me when you dumped me in the shit, so don't even try to guilt me.”
    I picked up the phone and asked for someone to pick up my bags but Dad pulled the phone off me.
    “ That won't be necessary,” he said and hung the phone up. What was he trying to prove? He couldn't force me to stay there against my will.
    “ You can leave tomorrow if you must go. Tonight we are having dinner with Tamaki and Ichiro and I'm not having you run out on that. If you are planning to book a flight, just remember it's my credit card you're using. You wouldn't want the embarrassment of it being cancelled.
    I hoped he'd leave. I turned to the window so he wouldn't