Tokyo – Late Afternoon.
The long, glass-paneled conference room was emptying out.
Satoshi stood, adjusting his tie slightly as he extended a formal bow.
"Thank you for the opportunity, Mister Fujiwara. And thank you again for the exclusive dinner event invitation."
Fujiwara, sharp-eyed and composed in his tailored charcoal suit, smiled faintly.
"Don't mention it."
He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, his voice low and deliberate.
"Just remember the deal you promised."
Satoshi straightened, his expression firm.
"Of course. Don't worry, Mister Fujiwara. I'll make sure I attend the event… with her."
Fujiwara's lips curved into something colder than a smile.
"Good."
He glanced at the portfolio on the table.
"Then consider our contract… finalized, once I get what I want."
Satoshi bowed once more.
"You will."
But as he turned to leave, his thoughts were already spinning—calculating, scheming.
Everything was riding on that night.
