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hostess clubs in Shibuya. I’m sure that a beautiful foreigner like yourself could make money fast.”
    Oriana’s face went red. “I’m not a Gaijin! I was born here. My parents are English. I’m just as Japanese as you are.”
    “Well, your accent is perfect,” I muttered with a shrug. I wasn’t going to get into an argument with her over the difference between citizenship and descent. I tried to get the conversation on track again. “A redhead who can speak perfect Japanese. That debt will be paid off in a week. So, do we have a deal?” I offered my hand to her.
    The girl hesitated. She kept one arm across her chest and shook my hand with the other. “Deal.”
    I reached into my blazer pocket and pulled out a business card. “Great, you can start tomorrow night.” I tossed it to her and she caught it with surprising grace. “Do you have any outfits for this sort of thing?”
    Oriana looked away, blushing deeply. “What kind of girl do you think I am? I’m not some deviant who dresses up like characters for fun.”
    I laughed, shaking my head. “No, it’s not a themed bar. It’s a high-class place,” I nodded to the card in her hand and she looked at it closer. “It’s a black-tie only hostess club. Did you think I was going to put you in some maid café?” I chuckled.
    Oriana tightened her hand around the business card. “No, I guess not,” She said softly. “I might have some stuff that’s appropriate.”
    “Well, bring them tomorrow. When you get to the door, ask the bouncer for Tadao, and we can get you set up,” I looked her over. Her hair was still soaked and the nervousness was shining in her green eyes. I pitied her for a moment, but let the feeling pass. If I was to prove that I was just as effective as the other kyodai, I had to see this through.
    “Ok, then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    I didn’t miss her tone. She was politely asking me to leave. “Yes,” I said. My eyes lingered over her once more and then I bowed. “I look forward to working with you. Let’s get this taken care of so you can go back to your normal life again.”
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    RE: Our Trip to Washington
    I scrolled through the email my brother had sent me. This was their fifth day on vacation. Tomorrow they were doing a small western-style marriage ceremony with Cassandra’s family and then going to go on a road trip to visit the wineries in California. In every picture, they looked so happy. Kenichi looked younger almost, having the stress of his daily life momentarily put on hold.
    Not on hold, maybe, just transferred to me.
    My mind wandered to Oriana.
    Somehow, I highly doubted that a woman in her situation had anything nice enough to wear to be a hostess. Which should have been the least of my worries. What if she didn’t even show up? Then I would have to go after her – or send someone else to do the dirty work. She had just accepted everything too easily. Would she try to run for it? Or would she hold up her end of the deal?
    “Himura-san, you’re here early.”
    I looked up from my phone. “Sora-chan!” I stood up.
    The hostess club didn’t open until nine o’clock but the staff started trickling in around seven-thirty to prepare for the night. It was Sunday, but that didn’t stop business from booming. Men who were willing to pay a hefty premium for beautiful, well-versed women’s company didn’t care what day of the week it was.
    “It’s nice to see you, Himura-san,” Sora said with a smile. She was one of the most beautiful women who worked here and was very popular with the staff. She had acting as a hostess down to an art and brought the club in unbelievable amounts of money. I would miss her when she eventually retired – this was a very short-term job.
    “Sora-chan, I was actually waiting here for you.”
    “Ooh, what’s up?” She asked with a delightful twinkle in her eye.
    “Just business,” I said. “We have a new girl starting today and I was wondering if I could get your