"This concludes the negotiations for the multinational medical device acquisition case."
I removed my noise-canceling headphones in the simultaneous interpretation booth and cut the microphone power.
The two stacks of documents on my desk went neatly into my briefcase. Over the past 2 years, I'd taken on plenty of medical conference interpretation jobs.
I walked out of the booth and said goodnight to a few colleagues.
In the restroom, I looked up at my reflection in the mirror.
A plain silk scarf was tied at the side of my neck.
2 years ago, I had sliced out that mark with my own hands. After the wound healed, it left behind a hideous scar, thick and twisted like a centipede.
But in this city, nobody cared what was hidden under a silk scarf. For 2 years, no one had called me Luna. N
