Mr. Tetsuo starts sweating as he can't find the ringing phone. People begin turning and staring at one of the salary men in the train, the only one that is going through his suitcase departments.
Shocked he looks at the name on the small screen: it's his boss. At the first stop he rushes out on the overwhelmingly busy platform of Shinjuku station. At the stairs, after a few steps, he's pushed back to the top by the people going upwards; he's on the wrong side of the handrail.
Harshly he cuts in front of an old, slow lady and exits the gate. "Sorry." Only then he notices that she's blind.
Outside, he runs to a corner. '2 missed calls'. He collects himself, takes off the jacket and calls back: "Mr Tetsuo! Where have you been? I tried to call you non stop." "I'm deeply sorry! I'm on my way to Fujiya Corp."
"Good! That's why I'm calling: I've just talked with them and I decided that I'll take the client from your portfolio and handle it myself. You can finish work here at the office."
"...yes." The call is ended.
A few seconds pass. Mr. Tetsuo looks at the time, buys a newspaper and sits down in front of a lamp post.
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