Hattori laughed in satisfaction, greatly impressed by the young man's insight and skill.
"Get to work. I'll have Honda keep a close eye on Sotsu's progress. We absolutely won't drop the ball."
Nakayama Takuya gave a slight bow, opened the door, and left.
In the corridor, several Sega Galaxy employees hurried past with documents tucked under their arms, every face brimming with drive.
Nakayama Takuya stopped and looked out at Tokyo's bustling streetscape. Sunlight fell across his face.
The wreck of a ship that Bandai had once been so arrogantly proud of had begun to come apart from within.
Mitsui Chuta's defection was merely an appetizer before the main course.
Once the Sotsu acquisition was announced, it would be the final straw that broke the camel's back.
He had all the patience in the world now—coffee in hand, comfortably watching this grand show slowly build toward its final climax.
Nakayama Takuya pushed open the heavy wooden door to the Managing Director's Office and casually loosened his tie.
The central air conditioning's chill rushed over him at once, scattering the faint early-summer stuffiness he had brought in from the corridor.
He walked over to the broad leather office chair, dropped himself comfortably into its backrest, picked up the glass on his desk, and took a sip of water, letting out a contented sigh.
There came two neither-light-nor-heavy knocks on the door, striking with a strong sense of rhythm.
"Come in." Nakayama Takuya set down his glass.
Hisao Oguchi entered with a dark blue folder tucked under his arm.
He shut the door firmly behind him, walked to the desk, pulled out the chair opposite, and sat down. His movements were crisp and efficient, just like his usual manner.
"Managing Director." Hisao Oguchi opened the folder and handed it over with both