章節 3: Chapter 3 - Mei Fujiwara
School had just finished and I just started walking home. As said previously I've decided to act how I normally would, and seeing as I have a lot of experience acting normally this was almost as easy as breathing. While I was in class I had some time to work out a rough plan for my investment company, rough might not be the right word for it seeing as it's pretty in-depth.
The one area I'm lacking at the moment is knowledge of possible investment opportunities as I've just recently come up with this plan and haven't had time to research it.
Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention; It was a lady dressed in business attire, seemingly drunken, as they were staggering and holding a can of beer in their hands. Being somewhat bored, I decided to help her out. Boredom has always been my weakness, a bad habit of mine you could say.
"Hello miss, do you need any help getting home?" I asked in a polite tone. She looked at me and I got the chance to get a good look at her. Beneath the black bags under her eyes, the dishevelled hair and the mascara running down her face, she was a fairly attractive woman. She looked to be in her early thirties and fit the stereotype of how a Japanese woman looks pretty well.
"Oh how I envy the youth, so lively and full of energy. You're pretty handsome, I bet you've got a couple of girlfriends, but here I am a 29-year-old and 35-month-old woman, and I'm still single and jobless *sniff*. Why, why is life so unfair." She took hold of my arms and started shaking me, her eyes started to water up and it looked like she was about to start crying, seemingly not the first time today.
"So, do you need help or not? I'd rather not leave you here alone in case someone takes advantage of you. I can just accompany you home if that's okay with you?" I asked, not getting a yes or no from my first question.
Whilst not the most ideal candidate, I think that she could be a good face for my company. Even though a woman is less respected in the world of business, especially in Japan with the stereotype that women should be housewives and mothers. But having an attractive face can also help, seeing as businessmen are more likely to listen to an attractive woman, and all I need is for investors to listen to my business pitch for them to invest heavily in this project. Something I'm very confident in is my intelligence, in any field I know I'll succeed. This isn't arrogance as I can back it up, unlike others.
"*Sniff**sniff* when was the last time someone was so nice to me, I'm... I'm in a hotel at the moment, so we can just go there. It's only a 10-minute walk from here, I hope I'm not too much of an inconvenience to you."
"It's alright, I'm the one who went out of their way to help you anyway."
"Well then thank you umm, I didn't get your name, my name is Mei Fujiwara."
"It's Raito Yagami, Miss Fujiwara."
"Well then thank you Raito-Chan" she said and then pulled my face into her chest, showing her 'gratitude' I guess.
After that, we started walking in the direction of her hotel, even though it was in the opposite direction of my house. She wasn't very stable so I offered her my shoulder. Even though the body I'm in is only twelve, I'm still pretty tall for my age, standing at around 5,6; I'm a little bit taller than her.
While we were walking I occupied her with conversation, getting to know her a little better, and to say I'm pleased is an understatement. I learned that she graduated from the University of Tokyo and has a bachelor's in business management. Some may wonder why she is still unemployed then, well the reason is pretty simple actually, insubordination. She claimed that she's underestimated and nether given a fair chance to show her full capabilities, so she doesn't always follow orders that she deems beneath her.
She seems like the perfect fit for my plan, now I just need to mould her into the perfect subordinate. After dropping her off at her hotel room, I asked if I could have her phone number. Whilst she may have refused if she was sober, seeing as I'm in the body of a twelve-year-old, she was not sober. She agreed pretty easily, just giving me her phone to insert my number; and while I was doing this she was taking off her clothes and getting into bed.
Not wanting to create some kind of misunderstanding, I quickly left the room and started walking home.
'Today was surprisingly productive. And fun. Maybe it's nice to not always be on edge. This is kind of like a vacation, well a vacation in another world.'
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