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If all else fails, I believe that section has been milked quite for some time. For now, it would probably be best to tone down the sales in the area for a while and start preparing for a shift toward Eastern Europe. I leave that choice up to you. Spain, though, is essential still as a portal although I really would encourage you to open up the Netherlands route more if you plan to follow through with the shift."

"Well. The main problem is the Peruvians and Colombians have not been on good terms with our contacts in Nigeria, and along with Bolivia, those three are the key suppliers into Africa. But as you said, Eastern Europe is a very viable market."

Asami sighed. Just why was it that people didn't know how to keep a handle on their own suppliers?

"Nigeria is something you will have to cope with, I'm afraid, for many years to come. But what about the heroine import-export?"

"We're still building our trade relationship with Afghanistan and Pakistan although Iran has been getting rather out of hand. Their heads are getting big with the whole nuclear crisis."

"Of course their ego's grown." What were you expecting? "They've been inflating it for the past few years." Asami could hardly hide his irritation at this man's incompetence. He wondered if the man even kept up with international politics at all.

"But I assure you, Mr. Asami, that the amphetamine and ecstasy routes with Poland and Czech Republic have been on the very fluid."

"But that's only within Europe. If you don't maintain your international, cross oceanic contacts, I'm afraid there is so much leverage I have over the South American countries." It was partly true, but in the long run… it was not so.

"Of course, I had no intention of letting those go to waste."

Asami smirked over his glass of scotch; perhaps this alliance might turn out better than he imagined. Mr. Merrett seemed like a man out to please at whatever cost, and such men were always easy to maneuver. After all, they wrapped around his fingers out of their own volition. As of now, he had a hold on the routes to Europe but few in Europe itself. He had purposely come almost a week in advance to personally deal with business, put the real, tangible faces to the men he dealt with on a regular basis.

The talk lasted another two hours before Mr. Merrett finally said, "But enough of the serious talk, Mr. Asami. Perhaps you would like to know what we have in store for the events?"

"Go ahead."

"Excellent. Next Monday afternoon, a photograph exhibit will open. Do you enjoy photography?"

Asami winced but quickly hid it nonchalant nod.

"Oh, good. He's a brilliant young man, the photographer that is. Monday evening, there is a special performance of Les Miserable, the musical. Do you fancy musicals, Mr. Asami?"

Do I "fancy" musicals…never really thought about that one. "I've attended a few."

"It's truly a work of art, I assure you." This man seemed to be assuring Asami of many things uncertain, and Asami raised an eyebrow. Mr. Merrett did not seem to notice the annoyance and carried on.

"The all-important dinner party is on Tuesday evening at the Ritz hotel, where you are staying. And last but not least, the London Symphony Orchestra will hold a concert on Thursday. If you wish, I can provide you with an excellent guide during the daytime."

"I'm quite sure I'll find my way through the city well enough." Asami had brought with him four of his men just for security measure.

"I see." The Englishman nodded curtly, "Well then, I believe we have everything in order by now. If there's anything else you need, feel free to contact me."

Like I need you to tell me that.

"Seamus, the butler, will lead to out."

Sure enough, the butler was standing outside the door with two of Asami's men. Asami was rather glad to leave; it had rather aggravating talking to the overly perky individual. The man was desperate to flatter.

He was led down the hallway, which was lined with stuffed heads of deer and antlers as well as old portrait paintings. Some people just had no sense of décor. Even Akihito could have had better sense than put antlers and portraits from the 18th century together.

There he went again, letting his thoughts stray to useless things. He had been doing that lately, sometimes sitting at his desk for hours lost in contemplations, most of his thoughts centered on Akihito. If he were the planets, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto…wait no, they took that one off the list…then Akihito was still the sun, sending out flares to scald him.

The fierce, golden eyes, the ferocious temper, the absolute and resolute stubbornness in the boy he could never forget. He had come to accept that part of Takaba's leaving had been his fault: eight months was a long time, and Takaba was not blessed with the virtue of patience.

There was little he could have done at the time.

Around the time that Akihito left, Tokyo underground probably had been at its worst. Unbeknownst to the upper world, several key players had been assassinated along with their families. It had been kept low-profiling, paying off the police to keep it hidden.

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If all else fails, I believe that section has been milked quite for some time. For now, it would probably be best to tone down the sales in the area for a while and start preparing for a shift toward Eastern Europe. I leave that choice up to you. Spain, though, is essential still as a portal although I really would encourage you to open up the Netherlands route more if you plan to follow through with the shift.""Well. The main problem is the Peruvians and Colombians have not been on good terms with our contacts in Nigeria, and along with Bolivia, those three are the key suppliers into Africa. But as you said, Eastern Europe is a very viable market."Asami sighed. Just why was it that people didn't know how to keep a handle on their own suppliers?"Nigeria is something you will have to cope with, I'm afraid, for many years to come. But what about the heroine import-export?""We're still building our trade relationship with Afghanistan and Pakistan although Iran has been getting rather out of hand. Their heads are getting big with the whole nuclear crisis.""Of course their ego's grown." What were you expecting? "They've been inflating it for the past few years." Asami could hardly hide his irritation at this man's incompetence. He wondered if the man even kept up with international politics at all."But I assure you, Mr. Asami, that the amphetamine and ecstasy routes with Poland and Czech Republic have been on the very fluid.""Nhưng đó là chỉ châu Âu. Nếu bạn không duy trì quốc tế của bạn, vượt qua đại dương địa chỉ liên lạc, tôi e là đòn bẩy rất nhiều tôi có trên các quốc gia Nam Mỹ." Nó là một phần sự thật, nhưng lâu dài... nó là không nên."Tất nhiên, tôi đã không có ý định để những người đi đến chất thải."Asami cười trên của ông ly scotch; có lẽ liên minh này có thể bật ra tốt hơn hơn ông tưởng tượng. Ông Merrett có vẻ như một người đàn ông ra để xin vui lòng lúc chi phí bất cứ điều gì, và như vậy người đàn ông đã luôn luôn dễ dàng để cơ động. Sau khi tất cả, họ bọc xung quanh ngón tay của mình ra khỏi tự nguyện riêng của họ. Như của bây giờ, ông đã có một giữ trên các tuyến đường đến châu Âu nhưng ít ở châu Âu chính nó. Ông đã cố ý đến gần một tuần trước để cá nhân đối phó với doanh nghiệp, đặt thực, hữu hình khuôn mặt để những người đàn ông ông xử lý trên một cách thường xuyên.Nói chuyện kéo dài một hai giờ trước khi ông Merrett cuối cùng đã nói, "nhưng đủ của các nghiêm trọng nói chuyện, ông Asami. Có lẽ bạn sẽ muốn biết những gì chúng tôi có trong cửa hàng cho các sự kiện?""Đi trước.""Tuyệt vời. Tiếp theo thứ hai buổi chiều, một triển lãm ảnh sẽ mở. Bạn có thích nhiếp ảnh?"Asami winced nhưng nhanh chóng giấu nó nonchalant gật đầu."Oh, tốt. Ông là một người đàn ông trẻ rực rỡ, các nhiếp ảnh gia là. Buổi tối thứ hai, đó là một hiệu suất đặc biệt của Les khổ, vở nhạc kịch. Làm bạn thích nhạc kịch, ông Asami?"Làm tôi "ưa thích" âm nhạc... không bao giờ thực sự nghĩ về điều đó một. "Tôi đã tham dự một vài.""It's truly a work of art, I assure you." This man seemed to be assuring Asami of many things uncertain, and Asami raised an eyebrow. Mr. Merrett did not seem to notice the annoyance and carried on."The all-important dinner party is on Tuesday evening at the Ritz hotel, where you are staying. And last but not least, the London Symphony Orchestra will hold a concert on Thursday. If you wish, I can provide you with an excellent guide during the daytime.""I'm quite sure I'll find my way through the city well enough." Asami had brought with him four of his men just for security measure."I see." The Englishman nodded curtly, "Well then, I believe we have everything in order by now. If there's anything else you need, feel free to contact me."Like I need you to tell me that."Seamus, the butler, will lead to out."Sure enough, the butler was standing outside the door with two of Asami's men. Asami was rather glad to leave; it had rather aggravating talking to the overly perky individual. The man was desperate to flatter.He was led down the hallway, which was lined with stuffed heads of deer and antlers as well as old portrait paintings. Some people just had no sense of décor. Even Akihito could have had better sense than put antlers and portraits from the 18th century together.There he went again, letting his thoughts stray to useless things. He had been doing that lately, sometimes sitting at his desk for hours lost in contemplations, most of his thoughts centered on Akihito. If he were the planets, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto…wait no, they took that one off the list…then Akihito was still the sun, sending out flares to scald him.The fierce, golden eyes, the ferocious temper, the absolute and resolute stubbornness in the boy he could never forget. He had come to accept that part of Takaba's leaving had been his fault: eight months was a long time, and Takaba was not blessed with the virtue of patience.There was little he could have done at the time.Around the time that Akihito left, Tokyo underground probably had been at its worst. Unbeknownst to the upper world, several key players had been assassinated along with their families. It had been kept low-profiling, paying off the police to keep it hidden.