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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
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FOREIGN AFFAIR
by Ann Douglas
Part 2
By the time Amanda made it back to her
room, showered and then changed, it was ten to ten.
She arrived at the conference room only a few
minutes before the meeting was called to order.
"Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the
breakfast meeting this morning." Jim O'Rourke
whispered to her as she sat down next to him. "I told
him that you were ill but would be at this meeting in
time. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't"
"Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it." She
whispered back.
Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at
the corporation. Most of the men, and not a few of
the women had taken a long step away from her last
year when she had gone public with her lesbianism.
Jim had stood fast, telling her that it was no ones
business who she shared her bed with.
The meeting progressed quickly. Every once
and a while, Wilson would send an angry glance in
her direction. Finally, Mr. Hitanuma took the
podium and all eyes fell on him.
As his speech progressed, it became obvious
that the trade deal had fallen through. Amanda could
feel the other members of the delegation moving
away from her in spirit if not in fact. They all knew
where the ax would fall.
"I think that maybe you'd better distance
yourself as well, Jim." She whispered to her friend.
"I'd hate to take you down with me."
"Sorry love," Came the reply. "I don't work
like that."
Amanda smiled. If she could have ever been
interested in a man, Jim would've been a perfect
choice. He was definitely good people.
The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson
made a beeline for Amanda. The look on his face told
it all. He'd do whatever he had to do in order to
salvage his career, no matter what the cost to hers.
"We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San
Francisco." He said coldly. "See if you can try and
be on time for that at least."
With that he stormed out the door, followed
by all her associates except Jim. None of them
would even make eye contact.
"I guess that's it then, so much for the short
great career of Amanda McIntyre."
Jim muttered some words of encouragement
and started to head for the door. Amanda was about
to follow when a familiar figure in the far right of the
room caught her attention. Her face turned pale as
she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko Hitanuma. Had
she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife? Had she
wrecked the negotiations after all?
"Jim," She said as she pulled him back into
the room. "Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma?
Is that his wife?"
Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across
the room and shook his head.
"Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious
wife get within a half mile of a business meeting. No
Japanese husband would. " Jim replied. "That's
Mariko Takeshita!" He added as if Amanda should
know the name.
"Who?" She said hesitantly.
"Takeshita," He repeated. "You really have
to pay more attention to the briefings, and not just
those about corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is
the daughter of Kiyoshi Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi
Industries. "
"Oh shit!" Amanda said to herself. "I didn't
fuck the boss's wife, I fucked his daughter!"
An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone
in her room packing. In her mind she was reviewing
her options. There didn't seem to be many.
"Too bad I'm not Japanese." Amanda said to
herself. "They have an old tradition here of seppuku
- ritual suicide."
Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at her
own bad jokes, Amanda felt even more depressed. A
soft knock on the door interrupted her musings.
"Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again."
She thought as she went to answer the door. "No
one else wants anything to do with me."
She was surprise when she opened the door.
Instead of finding the round middle aged Irishman
she expected , Amanda found herself standing face to
face with a beautiful young Japanese woman.
"Ms. McIntyre." The young woman said in
perfect English. "My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm
the personal assistant to Mrs. Takeshita. May I
speak with your for a few minutes?"
"Of course." Amanda stammered, unsure
what to make of this sudden appearance.
The tall woman gracefully entered the room.
Amanda put her age at about 22. She had very short
black hair and a nearly classic figure. In another time
and place, Amanda would've found herself attracted
to her. For now, her hormones had gotten her in
enough trouble.
"I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to
you about a matter that she feels needs explaining."
Tamiko began in a crisp clear tone. "You are most
likely now aware of Mrs. Takeshita's relationship to
Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn Hiraizumi Industries."
Amanda nodded accent, wondering where
this was leading.
"What you may not be aware of, because it is
not greatly publicized, is that for the last two years,
Mrs. Takeshita has been operating as the de facto
Chief Operating Officer of Hiraizumi Industries. Mr.
Hitanuma occupies the position on the board due to
the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman in a
position of authority, but the real power rests with
Mrs. Takeshita. I wanted to make this clear to you
before I go on."
"I understand, please continue." Amanda
lied. "What the fuck is going on here?" She asked
herself.
"The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson
were totally unacceptable." Tamiko continued. "As
such, they were rejected. Mrs. Takeshita is aware
that Mr. Wilson plans to place the blame for this
rejection on your shoulders. In fact he has already
sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect."
Amanda just continued to nod, wondering
where this was all going.
"Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you
yourself drafted a series of alternate proposals.
Proposals which she feels would provide the basis
for a new discussion of a possible trade agreement.
This belief has also been wired to your CEO, along
with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a
disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be
placed in charge of such an important mission."
"Wait a second......" Amanda cut in. "Those
proposals were never discussed outside this room.
"How could anyone else know about them?"
Tamiko hesitated for a few moments. She
looked around the room as if searching for someone.
Then she continued.
"This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi
Industries." She said quietly. "There is little that
occurs within it that escapes Mrs. Takeshita's
attention."
"Damn! The room is bugged!" Thought
Amanda as she repeated Tamiko's survey of the
room.
Amanda's face flushed red for a second as she
wondered if the surveillance was limited to audio or
included video. Her thoughts were of the many
nights she'd laid naked atop the bed, masturbating
herself to orgasm.
" Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that all
of these decisions were made prior to last night."
The young lady continued, ignoring the signs of
Amanda's embarrassment. "It is important to her that
you understand that these were all business decisions,
and had nothing to do with your, how shall I put it,
....liaison with her last evening."
"She told you about that?" Amanda asked.
"There was no need to tell me." Tamiko
replied. "I have my own room in the penthouse, and I
was at home last evening. Rest assured that what
happened between the two of you was a genuine
coincidence. Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing
that you would be out on the terrace when she went
out for some night air."
Amanda had a lot to absorb. From what she
could tell, not only wasn't she going to get fired, it
was very likely that Wilson would. Couldn't happen
to a nicer prick. Yet right now she was wondering
something else.
"Tell me, Tamiko," Amanda asked, her voice
now once again filled with confidence. "Is it only the
Penthouse that you share with Mrs. Takeshita?"
Tamiko gave no reply, but from the
expression on her face, Amanda knew that this
beautiful young woman had also felt what it was like
to lay naked beneath the satin sheets of that colossal
bed.
"Finally, I have been instructed to present you
with this." She said as she held out a small envelope.
"In light of these developments, we felt that it would
be somewhat awkward for you to return to San
Francisco with Mr. Wilson and his fellows this
evening. Inside you will find a first class ticket for
tomorrow's mid-morning flight to San Francisco. I
hope this is to your satisfaction."
"I guess another night here wouldn't be so
bad." Amanda said. She pretended not to notice that
Tamiko's references had changed from "Mrs.
Takeshita felt" to "we felt" to "I hope".
"Wonderful!" Tamiko beamed, her face
coming alive for the first time. "I would hope that
since you will be staying this last night that you will
allow me to take you to dinner. Perhaps I can show
you some of the Osaka night life you might have
missed staying in at night."
"Definitely video." Amanda said to herself as
she watched Tamiko's eyes light up when she
mentioned that Amanda had stayed in at night. "I
wonder if I could get a copy of the tape as a
souvenir?"
"Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have
a problem with you and I....."
"Most definitely not." Tamiko interjected.
"In fact it was her suggestion that I ask you. She
said that I would find knowing you a unique and very
rewarding experience."
Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached
for her coat. As they exited into the hall and Amanda
locked the door behind her, she turned to Tamiko
and asked.....
"You don't happen to own a harigata, do
you?"
END
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