Tokyo, Japan
Two Days Later
“Konnichiwa, watashi wa Pamela a desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu”
“Ms. Williams. It’s nice that you can speak Japanese, but we also speak English,” the receptionist explained with a sly grin.
“Oh ok. I apologize.”
“No need to apologize. Mr. Ravan is expecting you. Have a seat. Unfortunately, he’s in a business meeting that’s running longer than expected. He told me to let you know it may be a while. Please take a seat.” The receptionist rose from her chair and pointed Pamela to the empty seating area to her right. “We can have tea brought to you and some wagashi… I mean sweets for you.”
“No, thank you,” Pamela said. At first, she was surprised by the pleasantries and humility but then remembered when she competed in Aikido contests in Tokyo as a child and in
