Chapter 2: Hikaru
"What do you mean the demo didn't arrive today?" He damn near yelled into the phone.
His brother was going to fucking kill him. Honestly, he should be used to it by now. He was "killed" every other week if things didn't go according to plan.
"We have a debut party scheduled for Saturday. You guys were supposed to have mailed it so it would be here by now." He yelled into the phone. Jiro was losing his temper. The stupid people at the factory were supposed to ship the new demo, Play Platform 5, their newest gaming system. This would be the best system since the Play Station. This system came with surround goggles so that the player felt like they were in the game; it was as close to virtual reality as they could get with the technology available. The player would be able to feel what was happening because there was also a leather vest that the player would wear that sent different electrodes to the body giving different sensations to make the player believe that they were touching something or that they were being touched. It was the perfect game system, they were going to make millions of dollars, maybe even billions but only if Jiro could get the damn system here in time for the party.
How was he going to tell his older brother about this? This wasn't technically his fault; it was the people at the warehouse. "Fucking Chinese factory." He sent them orders over a month ago. Jiro stepped off the elevator and walked through the glass doors that said Ayumoto Co. the name of the company, at one time it had been their father's company but the old man had retired so they took over. They had expanded the company to great heights. Jiro was head of the Technology department making television, gaming systems, phones, and anything that dealt with technology.
The company also was a record company that produced some of Japan's finest talent, and the reason this company is what it is today is because of the clothing line "Black Butterfly." All clothes were designed by Hikaru.
Jiro thought about his brother as he walked down the long hall to his death. Hikaru had never been the same since she left. He was arrogant, he had always been arrogant but now he was just a fucking pain in the ass. That woman had stolen his heart and Jiro wished she would give it back because he had to work with that cold-hearted bastard every single day. He opened the door to Hikaru's office. Hikaru was sitting behind his silver desk, plaques and awards were plastered all around the white walls. Hikaru had on his rimless Prada reading glasses writing something down. Jiro took a deep breath.
"What did you do?" Hikaru said not looking up from his work.
"Why do you always think I did something wrong," Jiro complained.
"Because I know you, normally when you come into my office you talk nonstop," he told his little brother. "So what did you do..."
Silent etched the room for what seemed like years.
"Ani, Gomenasai," he said, "The warehouse still hasn't sent the demo for the debut." Jiro quickly said to Hikaru.
"Jiro," Hikaru said pinching his nose
"Hikaru calm down." Jiro begged.
"Jiro," he said again you could hear the anger in his voice
"Hiki-Chan," Jiro said pleading to his bro. Hikaru took off his glasses and looked at Jiro.
"I'm going to KILL YOU," he spoke to him
"I don't understand why you have to threaten me all the time," Jiro whined.
"You don't understand why I threatened you, you always mess things up, you better fix it. I don't care how you do it ...just fix it." Hikaru yelled at him.
"Beep" the intercom chimed.
"Mr. Ayumoto your 3 o'clock is here."
"Um okay, I'll be down." Hikaru stood up and buttoned his suit jacket "Let's go. I expect you to fix it" he told Jiro taking off his glasses he folded them up and put them back into their cases, placing the case on the desk.
Both Ayumoto brothers walked down the hall in unison they physically looked so much alike. Even though Hikaru was two years older they could pass as twins both had raven black hair that was cut short. Hikaru's hair was gelled to perfection no strain out of place. Jiro's hair was slightly longer his hair cut into the latest Japanese fashion. Hikaru on the other hand preferred to keep his hair shorter to give a more professional look. They both wore matching black suits with red ties. The trademark colors of the company.
"Hikaru," a female voice called out. Hikaru and Jiro both turned around it was Maiko. She kissed Hikaru on the lips "Baby I wanted to take you to lunch."
Hikaru mentally sighed. "I can't go to lunch I have so much work to do right now."
She gave him a seductive face and toyed with his tie.
"But how about Dessert?" she asked him. Jiro rolled his eyes he wished that girl would die. He just didn't like her something about her twisted his guts. "I can't," Hikaru told her once more.
"I'll see you later Maiko, it's very important that this night goes well for me. Maiko's smile turned into a frown. "I know she said, I just haven't seen you lately." That was an understatement they hadn't slept together for a month. Sometimes she just felt alone. She sighed in defeat. She turned around a headed to the car.
"Madam where to?" the driver asked.
"Just take me back to the mansion," she said not caring. He was her fiancé but Maiko wondered if their marriage would be worse. But she really did love him.
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