An understated Lexus cruised along the elevated highway. Betraying the car's sturdy exterior and conservative style, the driver was a woman.
What's more, she was a woman in a white business suit.
The Kyoto night was calm, a sea of lights from countless homes below, the roads woven with streams of traffic.
Zhou Cha, who was usually so busy she'd never been off work at this hour, was driving with her best friend, heading for a celebrated restaurant.
It was a rare day off for her.
"That surgeon is amazing. You can't get an appointment with him without connections. He's the one who did my father-in-law's surgery a few years ago. His case was pretty similar to your husband's, but for Dr. Ji, it was no problem at all. You can relax," said her best friend from the passenger seat, preening in the mirror.
"As long as he's reliable. Once we get through this, I can go back to focusing on work."
