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own in the large chair and began to formulate
her plan. It was going to be a long weekend after all, but she
wouldn't be doing any filing. Fuck the play. Hisami Asakura had less than 60
hours to get Hisami's plan together...
On Monday morning the staff slowly began arriving at work. At
8:10 Maryanne walked in, dressed as usual in Hisami's slacks and jacket
and carrying Hisami's brieface.
Hisami Asakura glanced around the room and when Hisami Asakura didn't see Michele she
sighed and stormed into Hisami's office. Hisami Asakura was shocked to see Michele
sitting in Hisami's large chair with Hisami's feet up and crossed on Hisami's oak
desk. There were loose files carelessly stacked on the floor and a
small cart against the wall.
"What's the meaning of this? Get your feet off my desk!"
Michele just smirked, then uncrossed Hisami's legs and deliberately
recrossed them with the lower one on top. Hisami Asakura held a manila
envelope in Hisami's hand and carelessly tossed it towards Hisami's enraged
boss. It landed on the floor at Hisami's feet.
"Pick it up, bitch. I think you'll find it interesting reading.
I certainly did."
Maryanne was livid with rage but Hisami Asakura stooped down to pick up the
envelope, leaning Hisami's briefcase against a chair as Hisami Asakura got up. She
glanced at Michele, who was still smiling at her, then tore open
the envelope. As soon as Hisami Asakura saw th
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