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nothing.”
“Passed on to you by whom?” John asked, raising his brow and his voice.
“I think we should leave this room now. We are finished here,” Yaturo said. He began moving out of the room, and he had a file in his hand.
Although he hadn’t gotten all of the answers he wanted and the room had really only served to spawn more questions, John was relieved to be leaving the small space. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic. The whole topic was troubling, to the point of making him feel nauseous and lightheaded. He began to wish he’d never found the damn box, never met those Bulgarians, and never entered the stock market. It was all far more than he expected, and he didn’t expect it to hit him so hard. His brain was drained, and he felt numb. “I appreciate all you’ve shown me, Mr. Hitari,” he said politely, “but is there any way we could resume our talk at another time? I need some rest and a chance to clear my head a bit.”
One of Yaturo’s house staff showed him to his room. John asked not to be disturbed. What he needed was some rest and silence. He promptly fell asleep with a lot on his mind and his suit still on his body.
It was dark by the time John awoke from his nap. He found his bag unpacked and some towels folded on the dresser. He took a warm, soothing bath and went right downstairs.
Yaturo was in the garden, admiring the full moon and its reflection on his lake. “It’s an artificial lake,” he said to John, “but it contains over thirty species of fish. We get our fresh seafood here. Did you have a good rest?”
John nodded, yawned, and stretched, still trying to fathom where he was, where he’d come from, and all he’d heard.
Smoking a pipe, Yaturo said, “By the end of the day, you will have a clear picture of the whole matter and how it all began. For now, let’s enjoy some dinner. You will need all your strength.”
Snakehead mudfish fillet was served: two fried fillets pieces, along with steamed vegetables on the side. The meal was delicious, which came as no surprise to John, who’d already reasoned that Yaturo had impeccable taste in everything. After two glasses of white wine, they were finished. John did notice that Yaturo hardly ate anything at all, and he found that a bit strange.
With a file in his hand, Yaturo led John to the garden terrace on the fourth floor. John had noticed how beautiful it was when they’d first arrived at the palace, but up close, it was even more spectacular. It offered a full view of the front gardens, as well as the fountains below. There were several large sculptures and a mosaic wall of a heavenly garden. It was no wonder Yaturo had chosen that place for their talk because it seemed to be a heavenly place; the peaceful ambiance would ease John’s volcanic feeling.
Yaturo started talking about his childhood, his family business, and his interests, all of which John was already aware because of his thorough research. Yaturo had been born to a rich family of business owners. He explained to John that despite his love for his father and the family business, the two had a very different vision. Yaturo had always been a very ambitious man, an initiator, while his father tended to play it safe. Yaturo’s father was quite content with what he had and didn’t bother to put much effort into reaching the next level.
Yaturo also bragged about being a leader in college and was proud of the profound influence he’d had on his colleagues. He was the head of several student clubs, and he traveled to different areas of Japan to promote them and increase membership. He was a strong believer in the youth movement.
After college, with his degree in hand, he began to handle some of his father’s businesses. He wasn’t afraid to take chances, and that led to a rocky on-again/off-again relationship with his father. To avoid further clashes, Yaturo decided to continue his master’s in the States.
“Passed on to you by whom?” John asked, raising his brow and his voice.
“I think we should leave this room now. We are finished here,” Yaturo said. He began moving out of the room, and he had a file in his hand.
Although he hadn’t gotten all of the answers he wanted and the room had really only served to spawn more questions, John was relieved to be leaving the small space. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic. The whole topic was troubling, to the point of making him feel nauseous and lightheaded. He began to wish he’d never found the damn box, never met those Bulgarians, and never entered the stock market. It was all far more than he expected, and he didn’t expect it to hit him so hard. His brain was drained, and he felt numb. “I appreciate all you’ve shown me, Mr. Hitari,” he said politely, “but is there any way we could resume our talk at another time? I need some rest and a chance to clear my head a bit.”
One of Yaturo’s house staff showed him to his room. John asked not to be disturbed. What he needed was some rest and silence. He promptly fell asleep with a lot on his mind and his suit still on his body.
It was dark by the time John awoke from his nap. He found his bag unpacked and some towels folded on the dresser. He took a warm, soothing bath and went right downstairs.
Yaturo was in the garden, admiring the full moon and its reflection on his lake. “It’s an artificial lake,” he said to John, “but it contains over thirty species of fish. We get our fresh seafood here. Did you have a good rest?”
John nodded, yawned, and stretched, still trying to fathom where he was, where he’d come from, and all he’d heard.
Smoking a pipe, Yaturo said, “By the end of the day, you will have a clear picture of the whole matter and how it all began. For now, let’s enjoy some dinner. You will need all your strength.”
Snakehead mudfish fillet was served: two fried fillets pieces, along with steamed vegetables on the side. The meal was delicious, which came as no surprise to John, who’d already reasoned that Yaturo had impeccable taste in everything. After two glasses of white wine, they were finished. John did notice that Yaturo hardly ate anything at all, and he found that a bit strange.
With a file in his hand, Yaturo led John to the garden terrace on the fourth floor. John had noticed how beautiful it was when they’d first arrived at the palace, but up close, it was even more spectacular. It offered a full view of the front gardens, as well as the fountains below. There were several large sculptures and a mosaic wall of a heavenly garden. It was no wonder Yaturo had chosen that place for their talk because it seemed to be a heavenly place; the peaceful ambiance would ease John’s volcanic feeling.
Yaturo started talking about his childhood, his family business, and his interests, all of which John was already aware because of his thorough research. Yaturo had been born to a rich family of business owners. He explained to John that despite his love for his father and the family business, the two had a very different vision. Yaturo had always been a very ambitious man, an initiator, while his father tended to play it safe. Yaturo’s father was quite content with what he had and didn’t bother to put much effort into reaching the next level.
Yaturo also bragged about being a leader in college and was proud of the profound influence he’d had on his colleagues. He was the head of several student clubs, and he traveled to different areas of Japan to promote them and increase membership. He was a strong believer in the youth movement.
After college, with his degree in hand, he began to handle some of his father’s businesses. He wasn’t afraid to take chances, and that led to a rocky on-again/off-again relationship with his father. To avoid further clashes, Yaturo decided to continue his master’s in the States.
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