Sachiko had barely told us about herself before we got stuck in each other's bodies. We didn't expect her to be the author of the script for the game we were developing, and her relationship with her fiancé only made it harder for me to understand her. Now, it was revealed that she was also the producer. She hadn't given any clues about it and it didn't make sense. Where did she get the money to finance a game? If she had enough money for that, why was she still living in a cramped apartment?
"Katō," called Mr. Yutaka, sitting at the other side of the desk in front of me. "Are you alright?"
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry, I wasn't able to have my morning coffee today."
I used that as an excuse, but I had no idea if Sachiko's morning routine included coffee.
Mr. Yutaka smiled. "Got you."
Hm?
