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polished appearances, I could safely assume that these weren’t just regular salarymen. They were executives. I caught a glimpse of the pen in the oldest man’s hand. It shined with the logo of some trust fund. These guys had money to spare.
    Sora flew to them like a moth to a flame. She settled herself down between two of them. “Daishi-san, Fugimoto-san, how are my favorite gentlemen tonight?”
    The men smiled at her and their eyes shifted to me, looking me up and down slowly, their eyes lingering on my red hair.
    I forced a smile and bowed. “Good evening,”
    Sora cut me off. “Oh, this is our new girl, Oriana-chan,” She chirped. Her voice was sickeningly sweet and fake. She eyed me down as I sat down and then turned the conversation back to the men around us.
    I followed Sora’s lead.
    For the rest of my shift, I sat around with drunk business men and let them complain about their lives. Once their glasses were empty, I always reminded them to refill them. They were all interested in getting to know me, but I kept the details to a minimum.
    People were always interested in my stories, how was an English girl so fluent in Japanese ? My parents had moved here for work shortly after getting married. They loved Japan so much that they stayed, and the rest is history. Everyone was so intrigued, but for me, it was just my life.
    When I finally went home, the sun was beginning to rise. I was exhausted but couldn’t bring myself to go to sleep just yet. Besides the hot memories of Tadao that kept popping up, I was also trying to figure out why my parents would have owed the yakuza money in the first place.
    A search of the apartment offered no clues, so I gave up for now. I dragged myself to the washroom, bathed and then flopped into bed.
    I wondered if Tadao knew or if he would tell me if he did. I’d ask him tomorrow. I figured that if my parents had run into financial problems, I would have noticed the signs. There was no reason that my father would have to borrow a million yen from the yakuza – unless there was something else to it. It just didn’t seem right.
    I closed my eyes and buried myself in blankets.
    I dreamed of him.
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    When I walked into the change rooms, none of the other girls looked up. In a typical weeknight, there were ten of us, six of us on the main floor and the four best girls for the VIP room. The number of girls on the main floor doubled from Thursday to Sunday.
    I locked my purse in my locker and glanced at them out of the corner of my eye. It seemed that I had interrupted a conversation and they were all being quiet while waiting for me to leave. I noticed that Sora wasn’t there, so I left so they could continue gossiping – no doubt they were talking about me. I was used to it by now.
    I went up to the bar and smiled at the bartender, Hide. He was a big, round guy with a bald head and a wide smile.
    “Cassandra-chan, good evening,” He said. “How was your first day?”
    I shrugged. “It was alright. I just feel sort of weird being here.”
    The bartender nodded and passed me a glass of wine. “On the house, don’t worry I won’t let Himura-san add it to your tab,” He said with a wink. So he knew about the debt too. “Want to talk about it?” He leaned against the bar.
    “No, that would be weird, you don’t need to hear about my problems.”
    Hide laughed. “Someone needs to listen to you girls, after all, the clients only know how to talk about themselves and wouldn’t be able to tell if a woman was troubled if their lives depended on it.”
    I smiled and shrugged. “It just sucks being the new girl.”
    Hide nodded. “Don’t worry, they’ll warm up to you soon enough.”
    “I won’t be here that long anyway,” I added under my breath and took a sip of wine.
     

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Tadao 忠夫
     
    The bar formally known as Typhoon, the one that had been firebombed by the Shimazu-kai, was finally reopened. In the few weeks that had passed, we