"Mr. Fuji," Hana spoke after no words were spoken in the room for a few minutes.
The man sitting in a big brown leather chair was bald. The crowfeet around his eyes was an indication of the days he had spent living. His eyes were narrow, sharp, and blue. His chin had a slight tremble in it as he focused on nothing. His finger raised, his hands composed, compared to his shaking face.
Hana gulped, stranding her words and hanging her head low. "Hana," he spoke finally. "You are finally out of your golden resort. What might happen now? Do you have an idea?" He asked, a smirk cracked on his face that twitched.
"Believe me, Mr. Fuji," Hana began in a low tone. "I was only protecting my own."
"I am a family man myself, Hana," the man now spoke with a happy gleam as if he had found a chest
