
"No guests here, Nanao?" I'm now interested in scraping a little.
"Guests?" Nanao nodded at my question.
"Mister's girlfriend?" I whispered to him.
"Ohhh... Um. I've never seen her, miss. At all, you never brought a woman here. Except for the old days, Mr. Misako's fiancee, she used to come here."
Um so he did bring someone who was approved and known to the family to his house.
"Setsuko-san doesn't want to be Master's girlfriend?" Nanao's words made me choke.
"Nanao, I'm just his companion, it's Nanao's job, I'm paid to be an escort. I can't mix work and feelings..."
"Come on, I think Mister is very good with Miss." She smiles.
"Your Master's soul mate will be someone like his old fiancee, a certain family with a respectable name Nanao, not me..." If Mr. Yamada finds out I used his kindness to pick up his granddaughter. Not only am I the one who got the bad name, okiya Bibi will also get into trouble at Gion.
"Is that so Miss?"
"Yes, don't let her boyfriend know I live here sometimes. Let's just say I'm the employee who needs to be prepared here. If there's anything I left behind while you're cleaning up the room you should keep it so there's no misunderstanding."
"Ohh so Setsuko-san, alright, I will remember that."
I can't bear the consequences like that. I have to take care of myself and my own behavior.
"Hisao, what meeting is this? Who do I have to meet?" I asked after we got in the car.
"The meeting this time was with Uncle, this gathering was like a special meeting but I brought you so that I wouldn't be bothered. But this is an organizational meeting. You only come with me as a companion but I won't introduce you and you can talk to other women later in the other room, when you get there. You're forbidden from discussing your status with others for this one." It may be a special meeting.
"understand." I now realize this may be an encounter with Oyabun. It is rumored that Mr. Yamada has a relationship with the Yakuza.
"The women there may be a little expressive. Get used to it, just let them."
"Expressive?" L saw. I thought before I asked again. "You mean like Aoki..."
"Hm. Just tell me you're my personal assistant, they won't nosy ask..."
Go us with me following him in a black official suit. This time do not hold him but walk behind him.
"Good."
And we arrived at a restaurant building with a seven-story luxury pub and karaoke in Shinjuku. We entered through a back road guarded by several black-clothed guards. It also appears to be a building owned by one of its members. The tables were filled with guests, there were probably 20 men there.
Some beautiful women accompanied them to eat and drink. The restaurant also runs host*ss club as well. I was taken by Hisao because with me behind Hisao, those expressive women would not dare to be too expressive of him and I distinguished Hisao rank by bringing his own woman.
Expressive, they are h*ost, those are exact words, like Aoki. They comforted these eating and drinking guests. I deliberately noticed some of the men, some of them had their pinkies cut off and were wearing artificial pinkies. This is a sign that they have ever made some kind of apology if someone makes a big mistake.