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Sekah
Star
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2021
- Location
- Your mom's house.
The automatic door hissed as he walked through into the gilded lobby of this Tokyo skyscraper.
The receptionist team, all attractive girls in professional attire, watched him curiously. He'd had to steal the suit, a necessary precaution. Presentation was important after all. He assumed that hookers were rare in these halls, at least in the lobby.
Walking up to the receptionists' desk, feeling exposed in the glass and steel facing of the atrium, he bowed with a charming smile and said quietly, "My name is Hisoka Taiga. I'm here for my interview."
"Do you know who you have an appointment with, sir?" a girl asked with a bright lipsticked smile.
"I don't," Taiga replied honestly.
She seemed to be about to say more, but finished in a rush, "If you'll excuse me for a second." A tasteful phone situated in the center of the desk had begun to ring, and all the receptionists quieted.
She picked up the phone, "Hello," she said breathlessly. "Yes, of course sir." She listened and Taiga realized he couldn't hear the other end. Magic energy was layered over that particular phone, a charm to blunt noise. "I'll send him up right away. Oh, of course. I'll let him know immediately. Thank you, sir."
She put down the phone with a click, white-faced, staring at Taiga with new-found respect.
"Our CEO has agreed to meet with you. If you'll wait on one of those lounge chairs by the door, someone from security will be here momentarily to take you up to him."
Taiga bowed, the receptionist bowed, and Taiga, aware he was being watched, walked to the chairs and chose one that had a marginally more defensible view than the others.
"Mr. Hisoka," a woman's voice said. Well-trained, his mind immediately supplied. He hadn’t heard her footsteps approaching him. He turned his gaze up casually. She had bright blue hair, extremely unusual for Japanese business attire. "If you'll come this way."
They were riding a private elevator up to the top of the building. The bodyguard beside him had said nothing the entire trip, taking him silently through layers of security you'd never guess the existence of out in the open glass lobby.
This unnamed CEO's office was a penthouse suite, top floor.
Taiga betrayed no fear when the elevator dinged. The velvet lined door opened.
The guard bowed him in.
The receptionist team, all attractive girls in professional attire, watched him curiously. He'd had to steal the suit, a necessary precaution. Presentation was important after all. He assumed that hookers were rare in these halls, at least in the lobby.
Walking up to the receptionists' desk, feeling exposed in the glass and steel facing of the atrium, he bowed with a charming smile and said quietly, "My name is Hisoka Taiga. I'm here for my interview."
"Do you know who you have an appointment with, sir?" a girl asked with a bright lipsticked smile.
"I don't," Taiga replied honestly.
She seemed to be about to say more, but finished in a rush, "If you'll excuse me for a second." A tasteful phone situated in the center of the desk had begun to ring, and all the receptionists quieted.
She picked up the phone, "Hello," she said breathlessly. "Yes, of course sir." She listened and Taiga realized he couldn't hear the other end. Magic energy was layered over that particular phone, a charm to blunt noise. "I'll send him up right away. Oh, of course. I'll let him know immediately. Thank you, sir."
She put down the phone with a click, white-faced, staring at Taiga with new-found respect.
"Our CEO has agreed to meet with you. If you'll wait on one of those lounge chairs by the door, someone from security will be here momentarily to take you up to him."
Taiga bowed, the receptionist bowed, and Taiga, aware he was being watched, walked to the chairs and chose one that had a marginally more defensible view than the others.
"Mr. Hisoka," a woman's voice said. Well-trained, his mind immediately supplied. He hadn’t heard her footsteps approaching him. He turned his gaze up casually. She had bright blue hair, extremely unusual for Japanese business attire. "If you'll come this way."
They were riding a private elevator up to the top of the building. The bodyguard beside him had said nothing the entire trip, taking him silently through layers of security you'd never guess the existence of out in the open glass lobby.
This unnamed CEO's office was a penthouse suite, top floor.
Taiga betrayed no fear when the elevator dinged. The velvet lined door opened.
The guard bowed him in.