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Foreign Affair 3/3 (ff)
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-FOREIGN AFFAIR-
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
By the time Amanda made it back to her room, showered and
then changed, it was ten to ten. She arrived at the conference
room only a few minutes before the meeting was called to
order.
"Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the breakfast
meeting this morning." Jim O'Rourke whispered to her as she
sat down next to him. "I told him that you were ill but would
be at this meeting in time. I was beginning to worry that you
wouldn't"
"Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it." She whispered back.
Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at the corporation.
Most of the men, and not a few of the women had taken a long
step away from her last year when she had gone public with her
lesbianism. Jim had stood fast, telling her that it was no ones
business who she shared her bed with.
The meeting progressed quickly. Every once and a while,
Wilson would send an angry glance in her direction. Finally,
Mr. Hitanuma took the podium and all eyes fell on him.
As his speech progressed, it became obvious that the trade
deal had fallen through. Amanda could feel the other members
of the delegation moving away from her in spirit if not in
fact. They all knew where the ax would fall.
"I think that maybe you'd better distance yourself as well,
Jim." She whispered to her friend. "I'd hate to take you down
with me."
"Sorry love," Came the reply. "I don't work like that."
Amanda smiled. If she could have ever been interested in a
man, Jim would've been a perfect choice. He was definitely
good people.
The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson made a beeline for
Amanda. The look on his face told it all. He'd do whatever he
had to do in order to salvage his career, no matter what the
cost to hers.
"We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San Francisco." He said
coldly. "See if you can try and be on time for that at
least."
With that he stormed out the door, followed by all her
associates except Jim. None of them would even make eye
contact.
"I guess that's it then, so much for the short great career
of Amanda McIntyre."
Jim muttered some words of encouragement and started to head
for the door. Amanda was about to follow when a familiar
figure in the far right of the room caught her attention. Her
face turned pale as she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko
Hitanuma. Had she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife? Had
she wrecked the negotiations after all?
"Jim," She said as she pulled him back into the room.
"Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? Is that his wife?"
Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across the room and shook
his head.
"Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious wife get within a
half mile of a business meeting. No Japanese husband would.
" Jim replied. "That's Mariko Takeshita!" He added as if
Amanda should know the name.
"Who?" She said hesitantly.
"Takeshita," He repeated. "You really have to pay more
attention to the briefings, and not just those about
corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is the daughter of Kiyoshi
Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi Industries. "
"Oh shit!" Amanda said to herself. "I didn't fuck the boss's
wife, I fucked his daughter!"
An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone in her room
packing. In her mind she was reviewing her options. There
didn't seem to be many.
"Too bad I'm not Japanese." Amanda said to herself. "They
have an old tradition here of seppuku - ritual suicide."
Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at her own bad jokes,
Amanda felt even more depressed. A soft knock on the door
interrupted her musings.
"Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." She thought as she
went to answer the door. "No one else wants anything to do
with me."
She was surprise when she opened the door. Instead of finding
the round middle aged Irishman she expected , Amanda found
herself standing face to face with a beautiful young Japanese
woman.
"Ms. McIntyre." The young woman said in perfect English.
"My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm the personal assistant to Mrs.
Takeshita. May I speak with your for a few minutes?"
"Of course." Amanda stammered, unsure what to make of this
sudden appearance.
The tall woman gracefully entered the room. Amanda put her age
at about 22. She had very short black hair and a nearly
classic figure. In another time and place, Amanda would've
found herself attracted to her. For now, her hormones had
gotten her in enough trouble.
"I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to you about a
matter that she feels needs explaining." Tamiko began in a
crisp clear tone. "You are most likely now aware of Mrs.
Takeshita's relationship to Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn
Hiraizumi Industries."
Amanda nodded accent, wondering where
this was leading.
"What you may not be aware of, because it is not greatly
publicized, is that for the last two years, Mrs. Takeshita has
been operating as the de facto Chief Operating Officer of
Hiraizumi Industries. Mr. Hitanuma occupies the position on the
board due to the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman in
a position of authority, but the real power rests with Mrs.
Takeshita. I wanted to make this clear to you before I go
on."
"I understand, please continue." Amanda lied. "What the
fuck is going on here?" She asked herself.
"The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson were totally
unacceptable." Tamiko continued. "As such, they were
rejected. Mrs. Takeshita is aware that Mr. Wilson plans to
place the blame for this rejection on your shoulders. In fact
he has already sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect."
Amanda just continued to nod, wondering where this was all
going.
"Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you yourself drafted a
series of alternate proposals. Proposals which she feels
would provide the basis for a new discussion of a possible
trade agreement. This belief has also been wired to your CEO,
along with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a
disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be placed in charge
of such an important mission."
"Wait a second......" Amanda cut in. "Those proposals were
never discussed outside this room. "How could anyone else know
about them?"
Tamiko hesitated for a few moments. She looked around the
room as if searching for someone. Then she continued.
"This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi
Industries." She said quietly. "There is little that occurs
within it that escapes Mrs. Takeshita's attention."
"Damn! The room is bugged!" Thought
Amanda as she repeated Tamiko's survey of the room.
Amanda's face flushed red for a second as she wondered if the
surveillance was limited to audio or included video. Her
thoughts were of the many nights she'd laid naked atop the
bed, masturbating herself to orgasm.
" Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that all of these
decisions were made prior to last night."
The young lady continued, ignoring the signs of Amanda's
embarrassment. "It is important to her that you understand
that these were all business decisions, and had nothing to do
with your, how shall I put it, ....liaison with her last
evening."
"She told you about that?" Amanda asked.
"There was no need to tell me." Tamiko replied. "I have my
own room in the penthouse, and I was at home last evening.
Rest assured that what happened between the two of you was a
genuine coincidence. Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing
that you would be out on the terrace when she went out for
some night air."
Amanda had a lot to absorb. From what she could tell, not
only wasn't she going to get fired, it was very likely that
Wilson would. Couldn't happen to a nicer prick. Yet right
now she was wondering something else.
"Tell me, Tamiko," Amanda asked, her
voice now once again filled with confidence. "Is it only the
Penthouse that you share with Mrs. Takeshita?"
Tamiko gave no reply, but from the
expression on her face, Amanda knew that this beautiful young
woman had also felt what it was like to lay naked beneath the
satin sheets of that colossal bed.
"Finally, I have been instructed to present you with this."
She said as she held out a small envelope. "In light of these
developments, we felt that it would be somewhat awkward for
you to return to San Francisco with Mr. Wilson and his
fellows this evening. Inside you will find a first class
ticket for tomorrow's mid-morning flight to San Francisco. I
hope this is to your satisfaction."
"I guess another night here wouldn't be so bad." Amanda
said. She pretended not to notice that Tamiko's references
had changed from "Mrs. Takeshita felt" to "we felt" to "I
hope".
"Wonderful!" Tamiko beamed, her face
coming alive for the first time. "I would hope that since you
will be staying this last night that you will allow me to take
you to dinner. Perhaps I can show you some of the Osaka night
life you might have missed staying in at night."
"Definitely video." Amanda said to herself as she watched
Tamiko's eyes light up when she mentioned that Amanda had
stayed in at night. "I wonder if I could get a copy of the
tape as a souvenir?"
"Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have a problem with
you and I....."
"Most definitely not." Tamiko interjected. "In fact it was
her suggestion that I ask you. She said that I would find
knowing you a unique and very rewarding experience."
Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached for her coat.
As they exited into the hall and Amanda locked the door behind
her, she turned to Tamiko and asked.....
"You don't happen to own a harigata, do you?"
END
Ann Douglas
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