| [Mar. 2nd, 2008|01:37 pm] |
"Sumire-san," Arakaki said. An acknowledgment of her presence and nothing more. "Sit please." He continued to look over the document in his hands a moment longer, reached for a large silver fountain pen and signed it, then set it aside and picked up a deep green folder that Sumire would surely recognize at a glance. Her own personnel folder. He read that silently for several moments, turning pages, seeming utterly absorbed in it. It almost seemed he'd forgotten the woman he'd summoned, the very subject of that dossier, was right there in the room.
At last he looked up. "Will you have some tea?" he asked, and took off the reading glasses he'd been wearing, setting them on his desk with a sharp click that sounded loud in his silent office. "I'd like some tea." He pressed a bell to summon Himuro back, requested two teas, and waited silently for them to appear. When Himuro had gone again, leaving behind to gently steaming ceramic cups on lacquer saucers, Arakaki looked at Sumire at last.
"You are an excellent Intelligence operative, Agent Murakami. Perhaps you'd like to tell me why you are here." |
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