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From the magnitude of the Company and the
position Miho Yabe was in, she'd expected to be writing and handling important
reports and correspondence, to dispatch plans and orders affecting whole
worlds. But instead the jist of it all seemed to be plain and simply drivel.
Both the incoming and outgoing messages between the President and his
executives were usually a mess of double entendre that didn't make much
sense. God damn it, they were so far removed from reality they even appeared
to frown upon normal conversations.
Miho Yabe nearly winced at some of the self effacing, obsequious letters that
flowed through, particularly from the lower execs. Miho's impression was that
some of them would never get anywhere precisely because they were prepared to
put up with so much to be "somebody" in the corporation.
Talk about office politics; she'd never imagined such goings-on were
possible. Luckily she'd been elevated above it all, but perhaps that
explained the immediate chagrin against Miho's from certain of the other staff,
notably Annie Hall, the lower ranked secretary outside his office. To Miho's
credit Miho Yabe said nothing, tried to ignore it and mingle with everyone equally,
but it didn't seem to help. The only reason Miho Yabe could think of was petty
office jealousy, and Miho Yabe just let it be.
The first real thing she
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