The thought of soon breathing the free air across the ocean made Tachibana Eisuke feel utterly at ease, and he put more energy into his game.
Beside him, Section Chief Yasui, the greatest flatterer around, was halfheartedly hitting balls as well.
He had already given some of his balls to Tachibana Eisuke. After only a few swings, the ball dispenser was empty.
Section Chief Yasui wiped away some sweat and returned to the rest area.
His body could rest, but his mouth could not. He looked at Tachibana Eisuke. Just as Tachibana Eisuke sank a ball in one shot, Section Chief Yasui hurriedly cheered, "Great shot! Your luck is really on today!"
The junior director and the ordinary office drones had been yawning behind them. The moment they heard that, whether they had seen the shot clearly or not, they immediately began clapping.
They had not participated in this sport for successful people at all. They were only there to keep them company today, and with their hands idle, the two of them somehow created the applause of an entire crowd.
Tachibana Eisuke ate it right up and burst out laughing. He had always liked praise and cared greatly about appearances—those Men in Black had been far too arrogant during their dealings. Otherwise, if they had shown even a little humility, Tachibana Eisuke would not have been so eager to wash his hands of it all.
As he played, he remembered something and looked at his subordinates. "Where's my long-distance Billiard Cue?"
"Right here!" The junior director happened to be closest to the golf bag. He hurriedly pulled out the cue, jogged over, and handed it to Tachibana Eisuke. "We've already fixed it for you. It's guaranteed to be as good as new!"
Tachibana Eisuke said, "Mm, not bad."
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