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Nino remained at in the mansion and remained my attendant; he studied in the same school as I did until high school.
Being in the family of the Sakurai meant all male servants and attendants would be part of running our empire and thus, Nino was opted to study in the Business Management sister school of mine, Keio University: Hiyoshi Campus. As for me, my father decided I take up politics and put me up to study in Keio University: Mita Campus. If I were still the young me, I would’ve been crying in Nino’s arms and begging my father to let him study in the same school as me.
Now, for the first time in a long time, my father actually does me a favor.
Being in separate schools meant, I couldn’t have time to Nino. We wouldn’t be seeing each other except when really needed. The necessary times increased right after the death of Michael, though. But even with his death, nothing changed.
Our relationship had gone as stale as our long ago friendship.
However, as an effect to the cause, both of us left our college lives with flying colors. And while the hostility is there, I would be helping him out in running the businesses, and he would with my schedules, in spite of our heavy burdens.
I just wanted it to remain this way. True I was still bitter, I didn’t want this to go on, and I wanted so much to be friends with him again. But if I did that, I would be sacrificing the many years I’ve held myself back.
Yes this was fine.
I was fine.
“Sir, are you listening?”
“Ah, sorry, I had other things on my mind. Could you repeat that?”
Nino closed his notebook and sighed. “Sir, I’ve repeated it to you 3 times already. You must learn to remove such things from your mind during your briefings.”
“I get it. Nino.” I snapped. “Now repeat that. I’m listening already.”
Not that he’s changed though. The bratty tone in his voice still remained.
“Please listen this time. At 10:00 there’s a cocktail party at Matsumoto Manor, It’s to celebrate Mr. Matsumoto’s son’s engagement into the Satoshi Family. Remember that this will seal the business partnership between the Matsumoto Corp and the Satoshi Holdings. 11:00, you will be speaking at the opening of the new Bank and attending it’s Induction Ceremony. After which you will proceed to the main branch office, where your father would like to speak to you. “
“No doubt to ask for more ‘hands’”
“You’re hands are thoroughly appreciated. “
“Continue.”
“The rest of the day until 6:00pm will be a time of planning for your next campaign. The election period is right around the corner. I’ve already spoken to your campaign officers. They will be here at 12:30, therefore it will be a lunch meeting. That is all.”
“What’s going on at 6:00?”
“A dinner. With Mr. Masaki.”
“Oh shit. I forgot about that.”
Aiba Masaki is our family’s business partner and somewhat rival in the political world. You could say we have a love hate relationship.
Well, who can blame me? After they nearly bankrupted us thanks to the late Masaki, Aiba’s father, nearly running off with our business deal, it’s no wonder father has been wary of them. It took us months trying to track him, which meant putting all operations on hold. Glad to know Nino was around, or without him, no one would be left to take charge.
We found him off the coast of Sta. Monica his bankbook in hand and wallowing in the smell of women, booze and rotting flesh.
No liabilities but the Masaki Corp shut down temporarily.
That was two years ago, until suddenly a Masaki emerged from the dark and became my rival for the position of Mayor. I won by a landslide, but there was a rise of business partnership deals between ours and the Masaki’s. At first, father was reluctant to give in to the deal. But after a few more pushes, father agreed and now we have yet another business friendship.
I, for one, would rather not see the young man’s face. First of all because I can no longer trust him, and I felt bad for Nino taking care of me at the same time running the company, it wore him out greatly, and I worried for him. Second, he had this ridiculous smile that never seemed to leave his face, making it impossible for me to read his expression and what he was thinking.
Moreover, every time I looked at him, he reminded me of Nino’s smile, which I rarely saw nowadays.
I was in my room fitting my tuxedoes when Nino came in, his notebook still in hand. “Good work today, Sir. The car is ready for you anytime.”
“Thanks.” I grabbed my coat and strode past him and started walking towards the car, him walking behind me.
The ride to the restaurant was silent. We sat next to each other, but neither of us said a word. All the resounded was the sound of the roaring engine and the sound of cutting wind. I looked out the window, watching the city lights and passerby's blur.
We’re like kids.
“H-Hey. You’re coming along?”
“Am I needed?”
“Well if you want to.”
“That’s not for me to decide, young master.”
You sneak! You said that on purpose!
“Fine. Then you can stay here. “
“As you wish.”
I hate this about you. Nino. Don’t you know how to read the situation anymore?
Or are you just holding back?
I seriously wanted to scream the chauffer to drive faster. The ride was taking too long and when we did get there I thought I would heave a sigh of relief.
Nino stayed behind and I made my way to my upstairs where I was greeted by an obnoxious smiling idiot waving at me at the far end of the resto.
“Sho-chan!”
You’re too loud idiot.
As I made way to him, something nagged me at the back of my head.
I don’t know. Somehow, I felt something ominous fill the air.
“Have a seat~!”
And that tone didn’t make it any better either.
Being in the family of the Sakurai meant all male servants and attendants would be part of running our empire and thus, Nino was opted to study in the Business Management sister school of mine, Keio University: Hiyoshi Campus. As for me, my father decided I take up politics and put me up to study in Keio University: Mita Campus. If I were still the young me, I would’ve been crying in Nino’s arms and begging my father to let him study in the same school as me.
Now, for the first time in a long time, my father actually does me a favor.
Being in separate schools meant, I couldn’t have time to Nino. We wouldn’t be seeing each other except when really needed. The necessary times increased right after the death of Michael, though. But even with his death, nothing changed.
Our relationship had gone as stale as our long ago friendship.
However, as an effect to the cause, both of us left our college lives with flying colors. And while the hostility is there, I would be helping him out in running the businesses, and he would with my schedules, in spite of our heavy burdens.
I just wanted it to remain this way. True I was still bitter, I didn’t want this to go on, and I wanted so much to be friends with him again. But if I did that, I would be sacrificing the many years I’ve held myself back.
Yes this was fine.
I was fine.
“Sir, are you listening?”
“Ah, sorry, I had other things on my mind. Could you repeat that?”
Nino closed his notebook and sighed. “Sir, I’ve repeated it to you 3 times already. You must learn to remove such things from your mind during your briefings.”
“I get it. Nino.” I snapped. “Now repeat that. I’m listening already.”
Not that he’s changed though. The bratty tone in his voice still remained.
“Please listen this time. At 10:00 there’s a cocktail party at Matsumoto Manor, It’s to celebrate Mr. Matsumoto’s son’s engagement into the Satoshi Family. Remember that this will seal the business partnership between the Matsumoto Corp and the Satoshi Holdings. 11:00, you will be speaking at the opening of the new Bank and attending it’s Induction Ceremony. After which you will proceed to the main branch office, where your father would like to speak to you. “
“No doubt to ask for more ‘hands’”
“You’re hands are thoroughly appreciated. “
“Continue.”
“The rest of the day until 6:00pm will be a time of planning for your next campaign. The election period is right around the corner. I’ve already spoken to your campaign officers. They will be here at 12:30, therefore it will be a lunch meeting. That is all.”
“What’s going on at 6:00?”
“A dinner. With Mr. Masaki.”
“Oh shit. I forgot about that.”
Aiba Masaki is our family’s business partner and somewhat rival in the political world. You could say we have a love hate relationship.
Well, who can blame me? After they nearly bankrupted us thanks to the late Masaki, Aiba’s father, nearly running off with our business deal, it’s no wonder father has been wary of them. It took us months trying to track him, which meant putting all operations on hold. Glad to know Nino was around, or without him, no one would be left to take charge.
We found him off the coast of Sta. Monica his bankbook in hand and wallowing in the smell of women, booze and rotting flesh.
No liabilities but the Masaki Corp shut down temporarily.
That was two years ago, until suddenly a Masaki emerged from the dark and became my rival for the position of Mayor. I won by a landslide, but there was a rise of business partnership deals between ours and the Masaki’s. At first, father was reluctant to give in to the deal. But after a few more pushes, father agreed and now we have yet another business friendship.
I, for one, would rather not see the young man’s face. First of all because I can no longer trust him, and I felt bad for Nino taking care of me at the same time running the company, it wore him out greatly, and I worried for him. Second, he had this ridiculous smile that never seemed to leave his face, making it impossible for me to read his expression and what he was thinking.
Moreover, every time I looked at him, he reminded me of Nino’s smile, which I rarely saw nowadays.
I was in my room fitting my tuxedoes when Nino came in, his notebook still in hand. “Good work today, Sir. The car is ready for you anytime.”
“Thanks.” I grabbed my coat and strode past him and started walking towards the car, him walking behind me.
The ride to the restaurant was silent. We sat next to each other, but neither of us said a word. All the resounded was the sound of the roaring engine and the sound of cutting wind. I looked out the window, watching the city lights and passerby's blur.
We’re like kids.
“H-Hey. You’re coming along?”
“Am I needed?”
“Well if you want to.”
“That’s not for me to decide, young master.”
You sneak! You said that on purpose!
“Fine. Then you can stay here. “
“As you wish.”
I hate this about you. Nino. Don’t you know how to read the situation anymore?
Or are you just holding back?
I seriously wanted to scream the chauffer to drive faster. The ride was taking too long and when we did get there I thought I would heave a sigh of relief.
Nino stayed behind and I made my way to my upstairs where I was greeted by an obnoxious smiling idiot waving at me at the far end of the resto.
“Sho-chan!”
You’re too loud idiot.
As I made way to him, something nagged me at the back of my head.
I don’t know. Somehow, I felt something ominous fill the air.
“Have a seat~!”
And that tone didn’t make it any better either.
