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The director walked into Piero's room and met him lying face down on the bed. He stood by the door and watched Piero who turned on hearing the door open. It's been three days since Piero got shoot. He had gotten better, but he had been kept locked in the room since then.

“I heard you ordered for me to be locked in here. Huh?” Piero challenged, sitting up on the bed. He had spent the last three days in the room in boredom. Just watching TV, reading magazines, and sleeping. That was boredom for him. He hated being confined in one place for a long time.

“Ya. I needed you to fully recover.” the director replied, walking further into the room. His hands were buried deep in his pockets and he walked leisurely towards Piero's bed.

Piero stared at the director and scoffed like he was in disbelief. “recover?” he asked like the word was some kind of strange word. “You know you didn't do that for me. Tell me something new." He didn't believe the director. He knew he didn't do that for him. The