[center][h2]Kuro Tamagi[/h2][/center]

From his throne-like business chair, the youkai man eyed up his surroundings minuciously. Several screens were flickery with red and green number, as statistics fluctuated in the stock markets. The man typed a few keystrokes, and smiled smugly, just like a veteran sailor would smile as they'd say through feisty winds, although in this case, the winds were made of digital data and virtual money, fluctuating through half of the globe like a maddened storm.

He eyed his cup, and took a sip of it. The bitter taste of the leaves concoction invaded his nostrils and brought him back to the real world. The young -looking man leaned forward, his eyes peering into the figure before him. A comely female, with no small amount of endowments was kneeling in a very forced dogeza position, her stylish office clothes and skirt strained under the weight and force of the gesture. She would pass out as human if her non-human smell, and rounded brown ears on top of her head, and a bushy ringtail weren't twitching around nervously.

"I am sorry, lord Tamagi." She said, her voice talking to the ground. "I didn't know..."

"Enough of the lord crap, this is a business place, not a 17th century palace. Call me Kuro."

"Yes, Lord Kuro".

[i]Hrng[/i] The male grumbled internally as he took a deep breath as he pinched his nostril. "So you say, the apartments we just bought have some sort of haunting."

"Yes."

"And that this Myo-chan or whatever,is going to get involved."

"Actually, it's MYO, it's an organization, my Lord."

"Oh, just great. Fighting for justice, lots of property damage."

"I AM SO SORRY!" The female whimpered, as she couldn't find courage to raise herself to face her boss.

"No use crying over spilt milk. Please rise." Kuro eminently added, as he sipped the rest of the cup and rised to his height, putting his gloves on. "Prepare my car. Let us talk to that MYO and see if we can... get some sort of agreement to limit the loss of value."

The female tanuki blinked twice, and did so eagerly, before noticing that her shirt had actually...failed to resist her effusivenes, and now two buttons were standing in the ground, while a large gaping hole in her chest exposed things that would have been best left to imagination. Her reddening reaction was almost immediate.

Kuro facepalmed, and taking a single leave, pressed it against the female's forehead, creating the illusion of an intact shape. "Change that shirt, before we leave, please."

"Ye-yes, lord!" She replied as she hurried away at a brisk pace.

[i]I really wish they stopped doing that kind of apology. Don't they know how hard is to find uniforms for tanuki for a reasonable price?[/i] Kuro mentally cursed, as he headed for the exit.