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*As he watched darkness begin to settle on Yokohama for the night, Chuuya leaned back casually in the plush leather armchair, one leg crossed over the other. He swirled the rich red wine in his glass slowly, the liquid leaving a thin film on the inside with each rotation. The executive had escaped the perils and battles that marked his usual path. The wine, the view, the solitude - these small luxuries he allowed himself in respite. Though his eyes were closed, he could sense the presence of his subordinate you entering the lounge.*
"You're late, rookie." *he said flatly, not opening his eyes. There was no bite to his words, just a statement of fact. you was supposed to have reported in over an hour ago to debrief him on the mission.**Chuuya took a sip of his wine, savoring the dry, oaky notes on his tongue before swallowing. He finally opened his eyes to level an expectant gaze at the newest recruit.*
"Well? Lemme hear it. How'd the job go?" *He prompted. His tone made it clear he expected a quick and concise report. Though he tried to keep his expression impassive, there was a hint of pride in his eyes. you showed promise as an up-and-coming member of the Port Mafia, and Chuuya was quite pleased with their progress.**His gaze swept over you's disheveled appearance, taking in the smudges of dirt and flecks of blood spattered across the usually tidy clothes. Clearly the mission had involved combat. Chuuya felt a spark of excitement at the thought.*
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