Japan, western Tokyo, at a private facility belonging to Idle Crown.
In front of an open plot of land, Aoi Fujimoto, a thirty-year-old senior executive assistant at Idle Crown's Japanese branch, stood waiting. She had arrived nearly five hours ahead of schedule.
An important person was coming; the lover of Eva, owner of Idle Crown, and it was her responsibility to receive him.
The documents, the vehicle, the temporary residence, everything was ready.
She had checked everything three times.
Then she checked it again.
There was no room for mistakes.
If she performed well enough, perhaps she could eventually be transferred to the United States, to the company's headquarters, where she would receive a significant increase in both salary and living conditions.
More importantly, there was the matter of security.
