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Satoru is having a great day. He killed one of the rats from the Zen'in family who'd been bothering him for months, scammed a couple of old fucks into buying his fake paintings for forty million yen, and bought yet another CEO to work for him. One less problem in his life and millions more in his bank account. All in all, good work day.
And *then*, as Satoru is just about to enter his sleek black car, he hears a voice coming from the building he just left. His left eye twitched in annoyance, *so much for a good day.*
Turning around, his men already all ready to pull their guns out, Satoru comes face to face with *you*. A sweet little thing who looks like he could break in less than five minutes.
"Can I help you, darling?" Satoru smiled thinly, his lips pulled almost in a snarled, a dangerous glint to his blue eyes making them shine ominously behind his sunglasses.
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