Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

"Nh,... Nuguu.Gu, kuuuuhh...!

Gosh, fart!

It was Shigeru Sugiyama who shouted strangely.

She was taking a light nap in a beautifully bed-made bed, but she woke up shallow.

Jumped up with a strange noise, he stroked his face with his right hand and woke up in a place other than his usual room.I don't feel like I've slept well, and I feel a little tired in the back of my body.

After taking a shower, the head of the bush lying on the floor is stunning and falling asleep in a split direction.I scratched the forehair on my forehead with a hand comb and put in the lighting switch beside the bed while stretching.

Hmm? Morning...Nmmhh.... "

His face was dazzled by the sparkling ceiling lighting, and he crawled out of the bed and into the floor.The thin room clothes with the hotel logo rubbing against the body make a noise.

When the TV was switched on with the remote control placed on the side board, a wide show was flowing in the morning.

It is a business hotel that finally checked in late at night, but honestly, it is a normal business hotel.

TV, small refrigerator, single person hot pot, hair dryer, simple amenities.Guidance on wireless LAN and its path, and a description of the notebook PC lent at the front desk for 3,000 yen excluding tax.Excursions around the neighborhood and rates for hotel services.A4 paper with a copy of the newspaper's television column to guide you through the small and expensive pay channel.

Well, it's an ordinary business hotel.It was a hotel that I didn't mention at all.

"... Shit. If you stay like this, you'll sleep."

As soon as he crawled out to the floor for a few seconds, Mao, whose consciousness flew to the brink of lying face down on the bed sheet, woke up a lead-like body that was about to fall asleep with the voice of Wideshow in BGM and went to the shower.

Grab the bath towel on the way and disappear to the unit bus.

The clothes worn on the table and the chair in front of it are easily folded and hooked.

Smartphones and glass cables are connected to the charger and roll on the table, leaving little water in the pitcher and glass cup.

Arrangements for emergency exits and vending machines in the building were placed on the table, and only these were written with round arrows to confirm the position with a disposable ballpoint pen for filling out the room questionnaire.

In this situation, it is necessary to confirm the escape route in the event of an emergency.Nevertheless, it is important to check the escape route when something really happens during a hotel stay.

I think many people are still trying to do that, but at the very least you should look at the emergency route.

If you send a taka unless something like that happens sooner, it will panic in case of an emergency.It's a stick that doesn't fall.

Zaiiiiiiiiiiiiiing...

I began to hear the shower running through the unit bus door.

And the morning begins.

Each morning begins again today.

Now, at the same time as the bush rubs its sleepy eyes and crawls out of the bed in the yawn to start dressing in the morning.

However, this is the same time but “night”.

The location is a North American monastery that has travelled about half the way around the globe.A black-coated luxury car is slowly laid at the hotel entrance.

When the hotel doorman quickly moves to the luxury car, a man dressed in a neat suit disembarks from the rear seat even though it is too late at night.

Yugo Shiraishi, the man who only had one briefcase in his hand, entered the hotel as it was.

At that time, the discomfort felt only slightly was not sent out, and the expression remained on the iron mask.

(... you're probably a journalist.Are you saying you were posted here from the flight information?)

About thirteen hours on a flight from Japan to here.Including transportation to the hotel would add up a bit.In the meantime, I've been preparing and waiting for my stakeout.

While the political situation in Japan is becoming opaque, it is natural to assume that if Yugo Shiraishi, the head of a global company, visits the United States, someone will meet with leading American figures.

Some news outlets also reported informal talks with Prime Minister Yokozawa.

Well, it was the breathtaking mass media of the Shiraishi Group that leaked it, or the release of information by Yotsuda.

(Now, we have been allowed to play a role as a heavy stone in line with Prime Minister Yokozawa's intention.I'll let you do something about the move from here....)

It seems that there was no journalist who was familiar with Paparazzi as he entered the hotel.

I suppose you avoided the superb hotel security and agony.When I rub it in places like these for big people, I realize that it is mass media to have a bad tail turn afterwards.If there's more serious news, it's not a story, but it's not a mistake to keep it under surveillance from afar.

"I've been expecting you, boss.It's been a long time. "

The man who was in contact in the hotel lounge greets Yugo.

A 50-year-old man of African descent wearing a slender length and a sleek luxury suit.

Yugo gripped back the hand he was offered.

"I'm not your boss anymore.It's been about three months since I've been face-to-face.You look great, Martin. "

Yugo smiled at his mouth, and the man called Martin showed a smile that made me feel good.

I smiled at you, and you have bright white teeth.

"No, for me, Hugo Shiraishi will remain the boss even if the relationship breaks down.You, your stepfather, and MJ are the hall of hall men that I should respect forever. "

"It hurts to overestimate.That's a pleasure, but first things first.... I don't know who you are, but where are your guests?

Yugo says Martin takes two card keys out of the inner pocket of her jacket.

Yugo follows Martin as he walks toward the elevator to lead.

Polished marble floors and leather shoes play the sound of shoes for two.

Arriving at the elevator hall without further notice, the two head towards a single base that is separated from the three that the average guest boards.

There was a hotel staff standing in front of the elevator, and Martin and Yugo looked down.Martin moves to the front of the elevator without worrying about it and talks to Yugo.

"I have prepared a room for you to rest on the 32nd floor.... the guest is waiting on the 30th floor under the second floor.... I'm sure you're tired. "

Out of the two cards taken out, Yugo handed the card key to the floor on the 32nd floor, and Martin handed the remaining card key to the authenticator placed at the entrance of the elevator for VIP.

Pooh, when the elevator opens with a sound, the two of you get in.Slowly the door closes and the elevator rises without pressing anything.There are buttons for opening/closing and emergency contact, but there are no other buttons that should be on the floor.

It is a specification that can only be passed through an authenticator at the elevator entrance, and those without a card key cannot move to that floor.

It's a perfect place to tell a secret story.

"I don't mind. Thank you for arranging this in less than a day.... Martin, my older daughter entered college this year, and if I remember correctly, my younger daughter's birthday was last month, right?I've caused trouble with this incident.Late for the celebration.I want you to accept it "

When I was alone in the elevator, Yugo also opened the briefcase and took out the two small bags that were at the top.

In front of Martin, when I offered it, it was like before, but I had a faint smile floating around my mouth and eyes.

"... you don't have to be so careful."

"Sex. I just couldn't talk to my wife because it wasn't convenient.It's the accessory I chose for my hobby.It may smell like jiji to my younger daughter.It's not that expensive and if you don't like it, please let me know.Next time, I'll let my daughter choose. "

Martin shook his head to Yugo in a quiet state.

"No, my daughters are also a fan of yours, so don't worry about it.Besides, Miss Miyuki and I can talk about it that much now.

"Ever since Seajack the other day.... it may be careless, but it's the only thing that's unfortunate. "

Pooh, the elevator signals the arrival, but the door opens.

Yugo, who took a step forward, was exposed to a reckless gaze from the moment the door opened.

There are only three rooms on this floor.In front of the deepest room, there are two nice men with tights wearing sunglasses who think they are probably SP.

A man dressed like a sentinel was walking in the hallway.

"... the guests are in the back room.I'll keep the bag. "

Hand over the briefcase to Martin and Yugo walks out.

I can see the SP in front of the door contacting me with a microphone placed on the wrist of the suit.

Guests across the door, that will be Yugo's biggest opponent tonight.

"I'm sorry for the night.Anyway, it's risky to see you in private. "

"Yes, I'm sure it is for you.... it's a little unexpected that you're coming out. "

To show our willingness to lose to the man who shook his hand a little stronger than usual, he held his hand back.

Due to his strength, a man with a soft smile greeted Yugo who had entered the room at the entrance and guided him straight to the table.

The luxurious, fluffy carpet completely absorbs the footsteps.My feet were so fluffy that I couldn't calm down.

"Well, please sit down, Mr. Shiraishi.It wouldn't be interesting to meet such a cute guy in a sashimi after a long flight. "

"No, I'm very satisfied that you're there and that you're doing your best.... I'll think of something extra to thank Martin. "

Yugo sitting at the table and a nice white man in front of him.

Douglas van Zenelloid.

This man is one of the policy brains of the current American administration, who sees the tea served by a secretary and a woman she thinks is in the back.

He was a person with a considerable say in European policy, particularly in Eastern Europe, and even a member of the group to which the current president was financed in the last presidential election.It's not just the rich.

The conglomerate of his military complex can sometimes change a country's political guidelines 180 degrees.

Sometimes, as an adversary to Douglas' group, and sometimes as a tag partner, the head of the White Stone group was pushed into disbelief.

Martin, who looked a little evil, entered Yugo's sight.

(... when I tried to move, I found an unexpected big fish.... it's a strange situation)

Martin Kingston has been an outstanding employee and trusted business partner of Yugo Shiraishi in the past.That is also evident from the fact that he was crushed three years ago into expanding the share of the White Stone Group in North America and that Yugo had appointed him president of Shiraishi America as a price for it.

It is true that Yugo has been in contact with each other over the phone since Martin left the president of Syracuse America to step up and was invited to be one of the external advisors on the current administration's economic policy.

This meeting in the United States using the handler should have settled down a little bit more.

If you try to eat at a restaurant of just the right level, can you say that the main dish was a huge sum of money?

"... this time, Mr. Shiraishi was supposed to meet with my associate, but I said I couldn't, so I gave up my seat.Things are getting crowded. "

Really?... you may be lucky to have the opportunity to speak with Mr. Douglas here with me.... I was wondering how long it would take me to get up there. "

Yugo signaled Martin with his hand to bring the briefcase.

I was easily checked for hazardous materials before entering the room, but there was no manipulation to check the contents.

Yugo Shiraishi and Douglas van Zenelloid both wanted to avoid a first touch that would upset their mood.

Yugo thanked the guests who had gone out, but Douglas couldn't do it because of the loss.

"... merchants are similar to those in the public sector.I really don't like it, I... "

As Martin stood beside Yugo, I heard a voice coming from a couch a little away from the table.With a stunning voice tone, he speaks out loud and deliberately sounds, and finally sighs loudly.

Yugo was unaware of it, even though he was in a distant position and had dropped the lights a little.It's because I didn't feel like I was there at all, but apparently I've been there ever since I entered the room.Yugo couldn't hide his upset when he didn't realize that he was alert to the surroundings under these circumstances.

The Lord of the Voice, who was turning his back on us, lined up several empty bottles at the table placed in front of the sofa, and whispered amber liquid with a round glass of ice in his hand.

I knew it was an expensive Irish whiskey from the bottle label, but if it was empty by itself from the quantity in the bottle, it would certainly exceed the threshold for people's alcohol intake.

What's even more peculiar is that everyone, including Yugo, looks like a suit, but it's a very rough look called a black hoodie.Put on your hood, you can't see your face from where Yugo is.The discomfort glowed strongly at one point.

"... Mr. Shiraishi. Actually, there's someone else I'd like you to meet.Well, maybe you've seen it before. "

As Douglas spoke, the black hoodie stood up with a glass in his hand.The opposite of the hand holding the glass is grabbing something rod-shaped.

No, as long as it's Japanese, I can tell right away.It was a sword with a scabbard.

The black hoodie fills the glass and empties out just a few drops of amber.

And look back.

"... this is Mr. Douglas.I'm more surprised than you. "

"Whoa...That's a big merchant in the corner.I don't think that's going to work.For people, there are attractions.Ku, Ku Ku Ku Ku Ku!!!

The black hoodie smiled funny.

Moreover, it is not “Japanese”, which is supposed to be his native language.The black hoodie laughs funny in “English” that everyone here understands.

He has spoken to Yugo not in Japanese, but in fluent “English” as well as in Douglas.

And as he approached, he took off the hood.

Yugo's face is right there.

"The first time I saw you, Yugo Shiraishi.I'm called "Skeleton Warrior" in the alley.However, if you call me.... "

A pure white hipster in a suite of ultra-luxury hotels in the United States with VIPs only, talked joyfully to Yugo.

(... I'm really, really sorry, boss...)

In his heart, Martin repeatedly apologized deeply and deeply to Yugo.