いとしいこと

Previous   TOC After seeing the note on the clinic door confirming that Ochiai’s house was empty, Nishida ordered the yakuza to break the sliding door's lock. He then forced Yamamura and Hirokuni into the house. Despite the circumstances, the electricity was still running, and the lights flickered on. Nishida, without bothering to remove his shoes, climbed into the house and used some towels and shirts he found lying around to bind Yamamura's hands and feet. He then dumped him on the living room floor like a piece of luggage. "Hiro has nothing to do with this. Let him go home," Yamamura pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. Nishida didn’t bother to respond. He sat at the low table, tapping away on his phone, and then, with a jerk of his chin, he ordered the younger yakuza, "Tie him up too." This was a side of Nishida that Yamamura had never seen before—cold and ruthless. Hirokuni stood his ground, glaring defiantly at the younger yakuza. Though he di...

Previous   TOC   Next On a Wednesday at the end of September, as soon as he arrived at work, Yamamura was summoned by his supervisor. Ever since the incident with Nishida, his work performance had been in a slump, but yesterday he had finally managed to secure a contract. Compared to the previous month, his results weren’t great, but among the fifteen salespeople, he was still in the upper half. He wasn’t late, and his appearance was decent enough. He couldn’t find any reason why he would be called in just to get reprimanded. When Yamamura stood in front of the desk, the supervisor, wearing a sour expression as though he’d just swallowed a bitter pill, began to speak. "You, about half a month ago, you got an order from that old lady, 'Himeto Nobue,' didn’t you?" "Yeah, she was a real talkative grandma. She’s seventy-five, so I really had to push to get the loan approved, but is it turning into a problem? Or is she complaining about something? She didn’t seem like...