Justine-On the afternoon of Tuesday, the 27th
Working from home today could be more relaxing. But I’m up at one in the morning for international calls. Sitting in my office, I stare at the half-green and orange trees. The line rings while tapping my nails on my chestnut and iron desk.
My international finance officer Hattori answers on the third ring. His voice is strained as he starts in on the proposal for a merger he has tomorrow. I roll my eyes, knowing he’s worrying for nothing.
“Make sure you counter any offer they put forth,” I prattle off in Japanese, “I trust you and what you have presented.”
“We can’t lose this deal. What is our funding cap for negotiations,” Hittori asks, making me smile.
“Fifty million, but they should fold long before that,” as I’m confident in his abilit
