And what a job, too!
Who'd have known all these years of study would actually pay off! Well, it seems as if they have, and you're just about to start! You virtually bounce through the very bottom doors of a bulding it hurts your neck to see the top of, called "Mitsumoto Ltd" among a sea of Japanese. You'd heard about how other westerners had gone through hell trying to work in Japan, but you've been here 2 days and have loved every minute. You thank your lucky stars you went through your Japanese degree classes with some productivity.
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After meeting with the president (Mr. Miyato), vice-president (Ms. Delporte), and other board members, you're introduced to your immediate superior. At first, you weren't quite sure about how to go about it, but Ms. (Aeri) Namura was, well, really something. You didn't know whether it was the perfectly lean figure, the distinctly un-Japanese long legs, flawless yet pretty face (and neatly held back sleek striaght black hair), or the heaving bust, or everything put together. Her expression could have been a light-year or so friendlier, though. |