In a building in the bustling city of Tokyo, Japan, a group of individuals in executive suits cleared their throats and adjusted their postures at the sound of sharp footsteps.
They drew closer and closer until the door was opened by the assistant of Mrs. Fukushima, and she walked in.
Mrs. Fukushima laid eyes on the table in the room and the man seated on one side of it with two other individuals, a female and a male.
On the other hand, the man seated in the middle rose to his feet first, then the other two followed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you once again, Mrs. Fukushima." Haruto shook hands with Mrs. Fukushima before they all went to their seats.
Sitting before the most powerful woman in the country was certainly much different from sitting to discuss with the prime minister. The Heads had greater national and international power without looking like they did.
"You called for a meeting. What is the problem?" Mrs. Fukushima tilted her head.
