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Beep beep, beep beep. Aki awoke to the cell phone alarm he set years ago for work. Rising from the sofa like some zombie from the ground his back was killing him. He made it through the routine of coffee, breakfast, shaving, and leaving the house like a ghost. Shinobi would be proud of his skill. Stepping out at the front door he saw it was still raining. The car of Mitzumi was parked out front with the motor running. With a sigh Aki dashed to the passenger side and got in quickly shutting the door behind him. "You are very dead."

Mitzuki sighed as she drove off to the train station. They went over the night conversation in detail. Mitzuki couldnt believe her friend since high school had made those conclusions. It was insane! Was she really that lonely? Would she really mean it in the morning? The only thing she could ask, "Was Miku drunk?" Her heart nearly stopped when she saw him shake his head slowly no. "Oh..." She slumped in the driver seat. She was so dead. It was quiet except for the rain the whole way there. 

At the station she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please dont give up on her. I'll try my best at work too." 

"She will always be my only love. I will keep trying until the end." He got out and shut the door before rushing to the train station. On the train he checked his phone four times. Not one message from her. As the doors opened to his stop he was already in no mood for anything today had planned. 

Stopping in the company restroom to fix his hair and check his shave. Aki splashed some water on his face and straitened his posture. By the day end it would bow, no, kneel for his forgiveness at trying to separate him from his wife. Stepping into the office as a clap of thunder struck just outside. The lights flickered like some cheesy movie effect. The two girls gave an unnerving glance at the odd coincidence. 

The two coworkers stood and bowed respectfully at him. He returned the bow before heading into his office to start reading emails. Sitting in the chair waiting for the computer to finish populating them all when Misuki gave a polite knock at the door frame. "Mr. Hanzo, Here ar the new changes to the procedures and some updates to the logistical reroutes I completed for you. We could shave an hour off the route to Tokyo by utilizing a local vendor. They have smaller trucks but it would be simpler to break down the loads and transport them in box trucks instead of the current semi trailers."

Mr. Hanzo looked up from his computer screen as the hourglass symbol continued to turn. "And the cost breakdown analysis??"

She handed her boss the papers and watched his eyebrow rise in the third page breakdown. She smiled seeing her victory and his acknowledgement of her hard work. Her chest felt light!

"Good work. Implement this and CC me on everything." He looked up and stopped for a moment noticing her disheveled appearance. Not that his wrinkled jacket let any room for higher ground. "Are you sleeping well?"

She blushed noting she had over slept after the late night and her hair was a little messy. "I am." She bowed and left the room. Giving her counter part a glare of superior victory before sitting back at her own desk. 

Yuki was pissed as usual she needed to get some points on the board. There was a bottle neck at the ports of Shizuoka. sipping on her coffee mug she cross reference the company contacts with the distribution centers and got to work. An hour later after her more submissive tone to some of the phone conversation she had managed to hit three markers. Getting more personal contacts to move the process through, offering her email for more direct messaging to vendors, and stream lining the process between prots on all company shipping containers at a bulk discounted price. When the confirmation emails hit her in box she jumped up but Mr. Hanzo was in a video conference. Then it was lunch. Stepping out to the restroom she pinched her cheeks and let her hair down before returning with the order form the delivery at the lobby floor. She set it all out in the main room desk. Taking her seat across from Mr. Hanzo. Who looked more than a little intense as he opened his to go box rice. "Mr. Hanzo, Sir. I noticed there was a discrepancy on the Shizuoka shipping and the prices were a bit high. I took some personal time to update the contact information and spoke to a Mr. Nobu who after a small conversation agreed to a bulk rate for less then the current market prices. Though we would have to either rework the timing on a few shipments so they arrived at the same time, or simply let the shipments wait a day to collect the lower fee." 

Mr. Hanzo's eyes slashed her like a razor thin katana blade! "You did what?!" He dropped his chopsticks to the office floor. "Is this in a contract?" 

She bowed her head, "no sir." 

"Dont ever do that again. You could have cost us money and gotten me fired. Those contracts must be approved by me and then taken for final approval by the legal department. After lunch send me the contact information to the person you spoke to. Mr. Hanzo checked his watch. Ths would put him over the time needed to catch the train back. He shot a text to Mitzuki, "Trouble at work I cant make it back. How are things on your end?" He sat back in the office sofa and ran his hands through his hair as his face tilted to the ceiling. "Mrs. Ejin, Whenever you have the idea to improve efficiency of the company always come to me first or send me a email outlining the suggestion. Never agree to anything as you speak for the company. Now I have to try and see how badly you have damaged the link with his boss and myself. There is a reason we do things with certain people at certain levels. This short cut is unprofessional and shames the working relationship with those at the management level. Try to be more like Mrs. Misuki"

The harsh verbal scolding took all the wind out of her sails even though she was going to use her charms she was just in too deep to try anything further today. She slumped in her seat without even a side glance at Askana she could feel the towering victory her counter part was receiving.

Mr. Hanzo picked up the chopsticks and began to jab his rice roughly. His brown eyes keeping fixed on his food and not on her long flowing hair or full lips. He was just in no mood. He checked the phone, no reply.
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