“I… is it done?” A concerned voice asked from Drew’s right.

“Almost Mr Yamagawa; I’m about to restart the mainframe.” Drew said in a calm voice, turning away from the screen of letters and numbers to face the very rich man, who was paying for his time and services; before turning back to the screen.
“Then we’ll see if my analysis of the virus was correct” He said, lacing his voice with an ever so slight – but noticeable – darker tone.

The monitor in front of the men flashed to darkness for a few seconds; turning back on a with a series of high pitched beeps accompanying a flood of information.

“D… did it work?” The concerned voice asked again.

Drew pushed a huge grin of success across his face as he turned back to the man.
“All network functionality 100%. No sign of any effects of the virus. So in short… yes!”

“F… Fantastic!” the man proclaimed, moving to shake Drew’s hand excitedly. “Your installation fee will be wired to you immediately!”

Drew humbly thanked the man, before giving a demonstration of the software to him and a number of his higher ranking employees; before, finally, handing the man a large bound document.
“This documentation explains everything I have just gone over, as well as details of the programs development and the analysis of the ‘shinigami virus’. Its written in both Japanese and English so your employees at all of your branches should have no trouble reading it. If you should require further assistance however, you can make an appointment to see me at my usual software support rate.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you again.” The man said as he accepted the document, bowing as he did.

Drew bowed politely back, before making his leave.

-‘these people are fools.’ He thought ‘Development four hundred thousand American, instillation one hundred thousand? Why don’t they just let me print money!
As he left the large office building and began walking down the busy street to his hotel – paid for by the Yamagawa Corporation - he allowed himself a sly smile.
-‘Next time I’ll have to make the virus a tad more vicious. Practically every company in the world is worried about this one, but I only got five of them crying at my doorstep! Yes, next time I wont settle for any less than 15!’

As he came to busy road, Drew looked around while waiting for the pedestrian lights to turn green: he spied a nice looking side street café. He thought for a moment: he was quite thirsty. Explaining the intricate complexity and beauty of his software and what he ‘thought’ of the ‘shinigami virus’ to a bunch of half brained executives had left him quite parched.

He made his was over to the café; purchased a large mug of tea and took a seat at an empty table, placing his light brown laptop bag down on it. Beginning to drink the tea; he glanced around at the other patrons of the café. Most of them seemed like normal boring people with nothing special about them at all. The only person that stood out at all was a man in a suit and Drew guessed that he would be little more than an office executive at best.

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