Enjoy!
~Serenity
Andoisamu, Incorporated
Copyright © 2012 by Serenity King
Hiroto
Andoisamu was sitting in one of his favorite restaurants waiting on his brother,
Atsushi, and his three cousins, Akio, Daichi, and Katsumi to arrive. All of
which were business his partners, a part of Andoisamu, Incorporated. They were
all meeting to discuss their latest assignment.
Andoisamu,
Inc. consisted of several different business ventures. One of which was the
restaurant he was sitting in now—Kisumu, located in midtown, New York. Kisumu
specialized in Japanese and American cuisine. The only person in the restaurant
that knew that he was the owner was the manager, Soko. Hiroto preferred to keep
it that way. He owned the restaurant in name only the operation of the
restaurant was under the sole leadership his manager.
Hiroto
looked around the establishment. The place was already filling up. He knew that
the restaurant was by reservation only, and some reserved months in advance for
dinner—although they took reservations for lunch there was usually enough
seating to accommodate patrons without reservations.
The
conversations were energetic…not overly rowdy. One could still carry on a
conversation with a companion and be heard. The people that patronized this
established ranged from the businessmen and women, to actors, actress, and even
some reporters. Hiroto’s musings were interrupted by a rather obnoxious group
of young men sitting at a table across from him.
“Hiroto,
how long have you been waiting?”
Hiroto looked up into the smiling face of his
cousin, Daichi. “Not long,” he responded and watched as Daichi took a seat
directly in front of him.
“Good.
Akio and Katsumi will be here in a minute. Where’s Atsushi?”
“I
don’t know. He said he would be here after made sure everything was secured,”
Hiroto said with a shrug of his shoulders. “It is not like him to be late and
not call. I will wait for the…”
Hiroto was interrupted from what he was about
the say from a loud noise at the table across from them which held an obnoxious
group of stock brokers. He knew that they were brokers just from the
conversation they were having—at least most of them were. The table sat 10
people.
“Hmmm,
maybe they should slow down on the nihonshu,” Daichi scowled.
“I
think so too,” Hiroto commented his left eye twitched something it often did
when he was annoyed. He didn’t care for the conversation the young men were
having. From the corner of his eye he noticed Soko walking briskly towards the
group of men. Hiroto visible relaxed as he watched Soko handle the situation.
“Uh
oh. We may have trouble, Hiroto,” he heard Daichi say his voice full of humor.
“What
kind of trouble?” Hiroto answered, his gaze following in the direction of
Daichi’s. There was their assignment sauntering proud, as if she were walking a
runway for a Ms. America contest, could towards them. Shoulders straight, hair
pulled away from her caramel face in a clip, black leather dress, and the sexiest
pair of black stilettos. Hiroto eyed her from head to toe. She was a sight to
behold—a sight that was not supposed to be here.
“Hm,
wonder what she did with Atsushi?” Daichi chuckled.
Hiroto
had a headache right between the eyes. This was turning out to be one of the
worst assignments they’d taken on yet. Kamora Coleman was turning out to be a
pain in his ass. How one woman managed to evade most of his team was beyond
him. There was only one thing he could do to keep her safe—guard her himself.
Hiroto
braced himself and waited for her to approach their table.
“Hello
gentlemen,” Hiroto heard the rich sound of her voice and looked her straight in
her beautiful rich brown eyes—eyes that held challenge as she glared at him.
“Where
is Atsushi, Kamora?” He asked quietly, noticing the two men that came into the
restaurant just as Kamora entered. They’d followed her he knew. Hiroto could
tell by their gestures. The fact that they sat down at the table with the rowdy
bunch made him uneasy.
“How
should I know, Hiroto? He’s your brother. Now if you gentlemen will excuse me,
my table awaits. Tootles,” she whispered, wiggled her fingers and went to move
past him. Hiroto wasn’t having it. He was out of his seat and grabbed her by
the hand before she could move past him.
“Daichi
fill the others in. I have to get her out of here,” he said, then spoke to him their
native language—advising him to watch the two gentlemen that had just walked
in, as he swiftly led Kamora out of the restaurant.
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