;;;I don't know what set me off first but I know what I C A N ' T S T A N D Everybody acts[knows]like the fact of the matter is I can't add up to what {♚} can------------>>
>>---playful-shadow, delusive-affection, & eclat-du-destin entered your office.
{ Masaomi as 89% sure that he had a broken rib, maybe two. But he couldn't get a hold of Shinra and didn't feel like going to a hospital and being asked awkward questions, so he wrapped his chest, tried not to move a lot, made himself a cup of coffee and sat down to get some work done. }
{ He was halfway through an in-depth search he was running on the VIP clientele list of his current employers most prominent competition--the one they wished to knock back a block--when his office door was opened. He wished, for about the millionth time, that he had a secretary to handle appointments for him, so people wouldn't just visit when they felt like it, or he could at least have some slight warning. }
{ Wincing slightly to himself he stood from his desk to greet the intruder with a smile. } "Welcome. How can I help you?"