Mitsui Chuta swallowed hard, picked up a red pen, and drew a glaring red circle around Takano's name on the list.
"President, Director Takano is a veteran who served under two presidents. Back then, he helped the old president build the company from the ground up. If we investigate him directly, those old fossils on the board will probably raise hell—"
"Bandai will soon bear the Nakayama name. What board is there left?!" Yamashina Makoto slammed his hand onto the desk, jolting coffee out of the cup. "Do it! If you find any problems, don't report back. Hand him directly over to the Metropolitan Police Department!"
Mitsui Chuta was so shaken by that killing intent that he hastily agreed again and again.
He had never expected that, just as he was planning to offer up his pledge of allegiance and become a turncoat, Yamashina Makoto would beat him to it.
Yamashina Makoto leaned back in his chair and took a sip of coffee.
Sega's terms were clear: after the merger, Bandai could retain only its executive functions, while all decision-making power had to be surrendered.
If Yamashina Makoto wanted to secure his footing in the new structure and avoid being kicked aside by Nakayama Takuya, he needed enough bargaining chips in hand.
The dirty accounts held by those old men were the finest tokens of allegiance he could offer Sega in exchange for power!
Those ambiguous old accounts that everyone had once tacitly agreed to muddle through had now become the knives in Yamashina Makoto's hand.
Whoever dared drag their feet over the merger, he would use those old accounts to cut them open and crush them to death.
So long as there was the slightest issue, he would immediately blow it out of proportion, classify it as occupational crime,