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The sterile, waxed floors gleamed under the morning sun as it streamed through the expansive windows of the mansion. It was another day at the luxurious estate, where the air was thick with the musky scent of wealth and privilege. Amidst the extravagance, a young Japanese girl, Aiko, was tasked with the mundane chore of cleaning. Her mop dragged listlessly across the marble, leaving a trail of sudsy water in its wake.
Aiko, barely out of her teens, was a picture of delicacy – petite frame, porcelain skin, and almond-shaped eyes that had seen more hardship than they should have. Her uniform, a frilly black and white maid’s dress, was too big for her slender figure, the fabric billowing around her limbs. The frilly apron barely reached her mid-thigh, exposing the length of her lissom legs.
As she worked, the sound of shuffling papers and low voices from the study caught her attention. Curiosity piqued, she tiptoed closer, her heartbeat quickening as she pressed her ear against the heavy oak door. The voices grew more distinct, laced with a tension that made her skin prickle.
“Another setback,” a deep, authoritative voice grumbled, “The sanctions are crippling our expansion plans.”
Aiko recognized the voice as Mr. Tanaka, the master of the house and a powerful businessman. She held her breath, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping on what was clearly a private conversation.
“I’m afraid so,” another voice replied, “The competitors are circling like vultures, waiting for us to drop. We need a breakthrough in R&D to stay afloat.”
Aiko’s brows furrowed in confusion. R&D? Whatever could they be talking about? Her musings were interrupted by the sound of a heavy object being thrown against the wall, followed by a string of expletives from Mr. Tanaka.
Unfazed, the other man continued, “I have an idea, Mr. Tanaka. A calculated risk, but one that could turn the tables in our favor.”
Intrigued, Aiko could no longer resist the urge to peek. Silently, she cracked open the door, just wide enough to get a glimpse inside. The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn to shroud the先生 Operating Room. 1O.country by
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