In the top-floor office of the Fujiwara building…
The room was dimly lit, the skyline of Tokyo glittering beyond the glass.
Fujiwara leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked down at the file spread across his desk.
"So if I eliminate this guy," he said slowly, tapping his finger against the photo attached to the report,
"Then I can have her?"
The man standing across from him, dressed in a dark business suit, gave a short nod.
"Yes, Mr. Fujiwara. According to our investigation, she's closely connected to him."
He hesitated.
"Possibly… emotionally."
Fujiwara's smile tightened.
He exhaled slowly and closed the folder with a quiet thud.
"Alright. Thank you."
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
"I'll send the payment later."
The man bowed slightly, then turned to leave the room.
Fujiwara sat alone for a moment, tapping the edge of the file.
His eyes narrowed.
"So if he's gone…"
A slow breath.
"…she'll be sad. And I'll have my chance."
