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help.”
    Sora’s enthusiasm faded away. “Oh, I see. What’s the problem?”
    “There’s a girl who’s going to start working her to pay off some debt,” I said quietly, so no one overheard us. “I just wanted to ask you to keep an eye on her, ok? She won’t be here too long, but she needs a friend while she is. She’s going through a bit of a… rough time.”
    Sora considered my request and then shrugged. “Alright, I’ll do it for you.”
    I knew the women who worked here were competitive. Never getting too close to one another, at risk of losing out on their trade secrets or most lucrative clients. But Oriana wasn’t here for that. A few weeks to pay off a debt and she’d be a memory.
    “Thank you, Sora-chan. I’m going up to the office right now. Please send her in when she gets here.”
    “Wait, what’s her name? How will I know who she is?”
    I chuckled. “Oh, you’ll know.”
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    Shortly before nine o’clock, there was a knock on the office door.
    I closed the files I had been going through. “Come in.”
    Sora-chan swung open the door. She looked less than pleased. “Good evening Himura-san,” She said with a bow. “Your new girl is here.” She spat the words like acid.
    I gave her a hard look, but she turned on her heel and left without another word. I would have to talk to her after, something had upset her. It was impossible to miss. My concern took a back seat when Oriana peeked around the doorframe.
    “Come in,” I waved her inside.
    Oriana stepped into my office timidly, carefully shutting the door behind her. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress. Her fiery red hair had been tamed into an elegant bun on the top of her head. She wore makeup, not too much not too little, a beautiful shimmering gold. She walked gracefully in towering high heel shoes.
    My breath escaped my body. She was made for this. She looked like a goddess. I stood as she approached the desk. “Good evening, Oriana.”
    Oriana bowed her head to hide a smirk.
    “What’s so funny?”
    Oriana looked away. “Nothing, just how you say my name,” She motioned to tuck hair behind her ear, but found her fingers empty and let her arm fall down to her side. Must have been a habit, meaning she normally wore her hair down.
    “What do you mean, how do I say it? Oriana?” I asked.
    “You say it with a Japanese inflection,” The redhead explained. “It’s O-RYAH-nah, not O-ri-ya-na.”
    “ Oriana ,” I repeated. “Better?”
    She nodded. “It’s not a big deal anyways,” She clasped her hands at her waist. “I’m used to it.”
    “No, thank you for correcting me. We can’t be in business together if I can’t even say your name right,” I said. “Now, back to the matter at hand. I trust you had no problem finding the place.”
    Oriana shook her head. “No, it was easy. It’s such a nice club,” She trailed off. She looked as if she felt bad for doubting me. She motioned to her outfit. A gold bracelet on her wrist glittered in the light. “Is this alright? I don’t have much of anything else.”
    I used the question as an excuse to let my eyes travel up and down her body once more, slower and allowing myself to take in every inch of beauty that was standing in front of me. She was truly a piece of art. When it came to women, I didn’t take every scrap that was thrown at me like some of the other kyodai. I waited until a true rarity walked by and then I made it my mission to ensure that she would be shown something she would never forget.
    “You look perfect,” I said and she blushed. “But if that’s all you have we will need to make sure that you have more outfits. Clients will notice if you repeat too much.”
    Oriana looked down at her dress and smoothed the skirt as it rode up her hips.
    “I trust that Sora-chan has introduced herself to you?” I asked. When Oriana made a small affirmative noise, I could tell that the meeting was probably quite brief. “I asked her to look out for you,