This is the Lexus, Takaba sama," To

This is the Lexus, Takaba sama," Toru replied and immediately looked at his partner. "Are there others?" Toru asked Ando.

Ando drove the vehicle out of the building. "Yes, Asami sama owned a black Lexus FLA."

Akihito grabbed a mineral water from his camera bag. "And, does it look less expensive than this model?" he asked and took a few gulps.

It was Toru who answered. "No, it's a sports car, Takaba sama."

"And its starting price is 38 million yen," Ando added helpfully.

Akihito nearly choked. "WHAT? That bastard is seriously crazy." He quickly replaced the cap before he spilled drinks on the expensive leather seat. He checked the time and cursed again. "I hope I can make it."

"Takaba sama, our ETA is twenty minutes," Ando said as he turned into a junction.

Nodding his head, the photographer tugged at his shirt. Despite two sizes larger than what he usually wore, it was smooth and cooling on his skin. Akihito couldn't remember the last time he wore a shirt this comfortable.

When did I buy this?

Akihito only realized that he had asked the question aloud when Toru answered him. "You did not buy that, Takaba sama. The shirt you are wearing is Asami sama's."

The photographer stared at his guard, unable to form a complete thought. Finally, after successfully closing his open jaw, the photographer asked, "Toru, did you just say that the shirt is Asami's?"

Still composed, the guard gave a backward glance at his master. "Yes, Takaba sama."

Beside Toru, Ando offered a wavered grin, then looked away as Akihito's displeased eyes flashed at him.

"What the hell?" Akihito cursed as he looked the shirt. Now that Toru had mentioned it, the shirt did resemble Asami's many other white shirts in the huge wardrobe. Shit, I should have realized that it was the wrong shirt!

"When did you notice it, Toru?" Akihito asked, his face flushed from the embarrassment.

Toru kept his attention to the front. "Since you walked out from the master bedroom."

Flustered by Toru's reproachful tone, Akihito said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I am not in a position to comment on your apparel, Takaba sama," Toru answered, his eyes fixed on the front.

"Ando, did you notice it?"

The younger guard shook his head. "I realized the shirt was a little large but it did not cross my mind that the shirt belonged to Asami sama."

"Damn it," Akihito cursed, "Ando, turn back to the penthouse. I'm going back to change."

Ando did not respond; he exchanged an uncertain glance with his partner. The lanky guard checked his time and did a mental calculation.

"Takaba sama, if we make a detour now, you won't be able to reach on time."

"But I can't go there in Asami's shirt!" The photographer protested. If Asami knew about this, I'll never live it down.

"No one would know that you are wearing Asami sama's shirt – apart from us," Ando said.

Akihito groaned. "Precisely; both of you do! He glanced at his guard, eyes narrowed into slits. "Toru, don't you dare text Asami about this." His voice was almost pleading when he said that.

"Understood, Takaba sama."

Leaning back against the expensive leather seat, Akihito crossed his arms. "Let's hope that the event will end quickly so I can get home before Asami."

Xx Business as Usual xX

Nearly two weeks off from work, Asami was ready to chew his subordinates alive for their poor performances. Nearly every top brass who went into the management meeting chaired by Asami trembled in their seats when they presented their reports orally.

Badly managed clubs, mismanagement, poor revenues and discrepancies were among the major problems Asami noticed in his two weeks of absence. Given that he was not feeling his best, the crime lord's mood was dark and unreadable, which gave more reasons for the men in the meeting to worry since Asami was known not to be very forgiving when it came to mistakes.

The hour-long meeting ended with every other top brass positively screwed for their incompetence, with two unlucky ones removed from their positions, permanently.

"Kirishima, inform the department chiefs to submit their reports to me by nine tomorrow," Asami ordered the minute he entered his office. "A minute later, tell Suoh to escort them out of the building."

"Very well, Asami sama," Kirishima said, scribbling the task on his note book.

Asami leaned his head against the head rest, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are there any reports that I should look at the moment?"

His secretary gave him a sympathetic smile. "Actually sir, there are a few," he said, pointing to a huge stack of files arranged neatly on the side of his table.

Asami usually wouldn't complain, seeing he was a self-proclaimed workaholic but at the moment, the urge to push the pile of reports aside was tempting. The annoying headache and chills he had since morning swept past him again. He closed his eyes.

"Asami sama," he heard his secretary asking. "Are you by any chance, unwell?"

Opening his eyes, Asami placed a finger around his temple, gently pressing it. "I have a headache, that's all."

Kirishima looked alarmed. "Would you like me to call Kanzaki sensei?"

"That won't be necessary." The golden eyes glanced at the pile of reports. "Reschedule the meeting at 8 this evening to tomorrow morning."

Kirishima bowed. "Yes, Asami sama," he murmured and exited the room.

Alone, Asami took a file and flipped it open. Trying to ignore the headache, Asami began the grueling task of reading.

Xx Business as Usual xX

The charity event started and ended on time, which surprised Akihito; considering celebrities were known to be late comers, even for country like Japan where punctuality is strictly observed.

The photographer managed to snap the photos he needed and aside being teased by Mitarai for the nice threads he was wearing, everything went well.

He bumped into Sanada Hideaki as well, a fellow journalist from the entertainment segment covering the event. Sanada caught him kissing Asami at the Sky Bar some time back and it remained a miracle that Asami not only had allowed the journalist to escape unharmed, he even offered Sanada an exclusive job covering Setsuna's Tour.

Amidst the crowd and time constraints, Sanada managed to corner Akihito where he excitedly reported Setsuna's tour. Akihito always wondered what happened to Sanada after the incident but seeing his friend's eagerness in hunting entertainment news made him felt somewhat relieved.

"Toru, if Takeda hears from Mitarai about my shirt and decides that I deserve a pay cut for being overpaid, I'm going to be dirt poor," Akihito said as he settled at the backseat of the Lexus.

"I don't think that will happen, Takaba sama."

Akihito checked his cameras and offered a half smile. "You never know what Mitarai would do. His need to surpass me is unfathomable."

"The shirt did not attract as much attention as the celebrities, Takaba sama," Ando offered.

Akihito pondered for a while. "True," he said, replacing the cameras in the bag. "I don't think that leech would bother, seeing that he managed to snatch an exclusive interview with the actress."

"Takaba sama, would you like to stop by Marukoshi to get some ingredients for dinner?" Toru asked but his hands were already programming the mart's location in the in-build GPS of the car.

Akihito looked at his shirt again before letting a long sigh. "Might as well. I ran out snacks anyway."

Toru nodded. "Ando, we'll stop by Marukoshi before going back to the penthouse."

"Roger that," the younger guard grinned and drove away.

Xx Business as Usual xX

For Akihito, shopping at Marukoshi had never been pleasant. Before the mart became his, the stuck up sales personnel would openly sneer at his torn jeans whenever he visited the mart. Now that Asami had bought the place, not only the staff treated him like royalty, he even had the entire fleet of staff following him around like obedient pets.

Two polar opposite attitudes with a thing in common – they both annoyed the hell out of him.

"Suzuki san, there is no need to follow me around. I'm sure you have things to see to," Akihito said politely.

"Oh, no. It's no trouble at all, Takaba sama. Your shopping takes precedence over other matters," the middle aged manager replied almost too enthusiastically. "We haven't thanked you enough for saving the store. Your quick and brilliant moves save Kobayashi san!"

Akihito didn't know whether to punch or thank Suzuki for that remark. Save the store he did, but quick and brilliant moves weren't what Akihito would use to describe his unheroic actions.

"Suzuki san, please – it is embarrassing." Akihito meant every word he said. He moved to the snacks section.

The manager pushed the cart behind Akihito and Toru. "Takaba sama, that is not embarrassing at all!" He protested.

At a point, Akihito got tired arguing with Suzuki. He figured that there was no way Suzuki would remove himself if he continued to speak politely. Placing a few items in his cart, the photographer turned to the manager. Using his most authoritative tone, Akihito said, "Suzuki san, I want you –"he said and was interrupted by someone calling the manager.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Đây là Lexus, Takaba sama,"Toru trả lời và ngay lập tức xem xét đối tác của mình. "Có những người khác không?" Toru hỏi Ando.Ông đã lái xe ra khỏi tòa nhà. "Vâng, Asami sama sở hữu một Fla Lexus đen"Akihito vồ lấy một nước khoáng từ túi máy ảnh của mình. "Và, nó trông ít tốn kém hơn so với mô hình này?" ông hỏi và lấy một vài thở.Nó là Toru người trả lời. "Không, nó là một chiếc xe thể thao, Takaba sama.""Và của nó bắt đầu từ giá là 38 triệu yên," ông nói thêm helpfully.Akihito gần như nghẹn ngào cuối. "NHỮNG GÌ? Thằng khốn đó là nghiêm túc điên." Ông nhanh chóng thay thế nắp trước khi ông đổ thức uống trên ghế da đắt tiền. Ông đã kiểm tra thời gian và nguyền rủa một lần nữa. "Tôi hy vọng tôi có thể làm cho nó.""Takaba sama, ETA của chúng tôi là hai mươi phút," ông nói như ông trở thành một đường giao nhau.Nodding đầu của mình, các nhiếp ảnh gia tugged tại áo của mình. Mặc dù hai kích thước lớn hơn so với những gì ông thường mặc, nó được mịn màng và làm mát trên da của mình. Akihito không thể nhớ lần cuối cùng ông mặc một áo sơ mi này thoải mái.Khi tôi mua này?Akihito chỉ nhận ra rằng ông đã yêu cầu các câu hỏi aloud khi Toru trả lời anh ta. "Bạn đã không mua mà, Takaba sama. Áo sơ mi bạn đang mặc là Asami sama."Các nhiếp ảnh gia stared lúc guard của mình, không thể để hình thành một ý nghĩ hoàn chỉnh. Cuối cùng, sau khi thành công đóng mở ông hàm, các nhiếp ảnh gia yêu cầu, "Toru, đã làm bạn chỉ cần nói rằng áo của Asami?"Vẫn còn bao gồm, bảo vệ đã lạc hậu trong nháy mắt tại chủ của mình. "Vâng, Takaba sama."Bên cạnh Toru, Andō cung cấp một grin wavered, sau đó nhìn xa như mắt của Akihito chịu nhảy vào anh ta."What the hell?" Akihito nguyền rủa khi ông nhìn áo. Bây giờ mà Toru có đề cập đến nó, Áo đã làm tương tự như của Asami nhiều khác trắng áo sơ mi trong tủ quần áo lớn. Chết tiệt, tôi cần phải có nhận ra rằng nó là áo sơ mi sai!"Khi bạn có nhận thấy nó, Toru?" Akihito hỏi, khuôn mặt của mình đỏ ửng từ bối rối.Toru giữ sự chú ý sang phía trước. "Kể từ khi bạn đi ra từ các phòng ngủ."Flustered bởi giai điệu của Toru reproachful, Akihito đã nói, "Tại sao không bạn nói với tôi?""Tôi không thể nhận xét về trang phục của bạn, Takaba sama," Toru trả lời, đôi mắt của ông cố định ở mặt trước."Ando, đã làm bạn thấy nó?"Bảo vệ trẻ lắc đầu. "Tôi nhận ra áo sơ mi là một chút lớn nhưng nó đã không vượt qua tâm trí của tôi là áo sơ mi đã thuộc Asami sama.""Khỉ thật," Akihito nguyền rủa, "ông, quay trở lại để penthouse. Tôi sẽ trở lại để thay đổi."Ông đã không đáp ứng; ông đã trao đổi một nháy mắt không chắc chắn với đối tác của mình. Bảo vệ lanky kiểm tra thời gian của mình và đã làm một tính toán tinh thần."Takaba sama, nếu chúng ta thực hiện một đường vòng bây giờ, bạn sẽ không thể để đạt được về thời gian.""Nhưng tôi không thể đến đó trong màu áo của Asami!" Các nhiếp ảnh gia phản đối. Nếu Asami biết về việc này, tôi sẽ không bao giờ sống nó."Không ai sẽ biết rằng bạn đang mặc áo sơ mi Asami sama-ngoài chúng tôi," ông nói.Akihito groaned. "Chính xác; cả hai của bạn làm! Ông glanced tại guard của mình, đôi mắt thu hẹp vào khe hở. "Toru, không bạn dám văn bản Asami về điều này." Tiếng nói của ông gần như cầu xin khi ông nói rằng."Hiểu, Takaba sama."Nghiêng quay lại chống lại ghế da đắt tiền, Akihito vượt qua cánh tay của mình. "Chúng ta hãy hy vọng rằng sự kiện này sẽ kết thúc một cách nhanh chóng vì vậy tôi có thể nhận được nhà trước khi Asami."XX kinh doanh như bình thường xXGần hai tuần ra từ công việc, Asami đã sẵn sàng để nhai cấp dưới của mình còn sống cho biểu diễn nghèo của họ. Gần như tất cả đồng thau đầu người đã đi vào cuộc họp quản lý chủ trì bởi Asami trembled ở chỗ ngồi của mình khi họ trình bày báo cáo của họ bằng miệng.Câu lạc bộ nặng được quản lý, quản lý kém, nghèo doanh thu và sự khác biệt là một trong những vấn đề lớn Asami nhận thấy trong hai tuần của ông vắng mặt. Cho rằng ông đã không cảm thấy tốt nhất của mình, tâm trạng của tội phạm Chúa là tối và không thể đọc được, mà đã cho các lý do khác cho những người đàn ông trong cuộc họp để lo lắng vì Asami được gọi không phải là rất khoan dung khi nó đã đến những sai lầm.Cuộc họp kéo dài kết thúc với mỗi đồng thau đầu khác tích cực hơi say cho không đủ sức của họ, với những người kém may mắn hai loại bỏ từ vị trí của họ, vĩnh viễn."Kirishima, thông báo cho trưởng vùng để gửi báo cáo của họ với tôi bởi chín ngày mai," Asami đã ra lệnh phút ông tham gia vào văn phòng của ông. "Một phút sau, cho biết Nanano để hộ tống chúng ra khỏi tòa nhà.""Rất tốt, Asami sama," Kirishima nói, scribbling nhiệm vụ trên cuốn sách lưu ý.Asami cúi đầu với phần còn lại đầu, pinching cầu mũi của mình. "Đang có bất kỳ báo cáo rằng tôi nên nhìn vào thời điểm này?"Thư ký của mình cho anh ta một nụ cười dễ thương. "Thực sự thưa ngài, có là một số ít," ông nói, chỉ vào một ngăn xếp lớn tập tin sắp xếp gọn gàng ở mặt bên của bàn của mình.Asami usually wouldn't complain, seeing he was a self-proclaimed workaholic but at the moment, the urge to push the pile of reports aside was tempting. The annoying headache and chills he had since morning swept past him again. He closed his eyes."Asami sama," he heard his secretary asking. "Are you by any chance, unwell?"Opening his eyes, Asami placed a finger around his temple, gently pressing it. "I have a headache, that's all."Kirishima looked alarmed. "Would you like me to call Kanzaki sensei?""That won't be necessary." The golden eyes glanced at the pile of reports. "Reschedule the meeting at 8 this evening to tomorrow morning."Kirishima bowed. "Yes, Asami sama," he murmured and exited the room.Alone, Asami took a file and flipped it open. Trying to ignore the headache, Asami began the grueling task of reading.Xx Business as Usual xXThe charity event started and ended on time, which surprised Akihito; considering celebrities were known to be late comers, even for country like Japan where punctuality is strictly observed.The photographer managed to snap the photos he needed and aside being teased by Mitarai for the nice threads he was wearing, everything went well.He bumped into Sanada Hideaki as well, a fellow journalist from the entertainment segment covering the event. Sanada caught him kissing Asami at the Sky Bar some time back and it remained a miracle that Asami not only had allowed the journalist to escape unharmed, he even offered Sanada an exclusive job covering Setsuna's Tour.Amidst the crowd and time constraints, Sanada managed to corner Akihito where he excitedly reported Setsuna's tour. Akihito always wondered what happened to Sanada after the incident but seeing his friend's eagerness in hunting entertainment news made him felt somewhat relieved."Toru, if Takeda hears from Mitarai about my shirt and decides that I deserve a pay cut for being overpaid, I'm going to be dirt poor," Akihito said as he settled at the backseat of the Lexus."I don't think that will happen, Takaba sama."Akihito checked his cameras and offered a half smile. "You never know what Mitarai would do. His need to surpass me is unfathomable.""The shirt did not attract as much attention as the celebrities, Takaba sama," Ando offered.Akihito pondered for a while. "True," he said, replacing the cameras in the bag. "I don't think that leech would bother, seeing that he managed to snatch an exclusive interview with the actress.""Takaba sama, would you like to stop by Marukoshi to get some ingredients for dinner?" Toru asked but his hands were already programming the mart's location in the in-build GPS of the car.Akihito looked at his shirt again before letting a long sigh. "Might as well. I ran out snacks anyway."Toru nodded. "Ando, we'll stop by Marukoshi before going back to the penthouse.""Roger that," the younger guard grinned and drove away.Xx Business as Usual xXFor Akihito, shopping at Marukoshi had never been pleasant. Before the mart became his, the stuck up sales personnel would openly sneer at his torn jeans whenever he visited the mart. Now that Asami had bought the place, not only the staff treated him like royalty, he even had the entire fleet of staff following him around like obedient pets.Two polar opposite attitudes with a thing in common – they both annoyed the hell out of him."Suzuki san, there is no need to follow me around. I'm sure you have things to see to," Akihito said politely."Oh, no. It's no trouble at all, Takaba sama. Your shopping takes precedence over other matters," the middle aged manager replied almost too enthusiastically. "We haven't thanked you enough for saving the store. Your quick and brilliant moves save Kobayashi san!"Akihito didn't know whether to punch or thank Suzuki for that remark. Save the store he did, but quick and brilliant moves weren't what Akihito would use to describe his unheroic actions."Suzuki san, please – it is embarrassing." Akihito meant every word he said. He moved to the snacks section.The manager pushed the cart behind Akihito and Toru. "Takaba sama, that is not embarrassing at all!" He protested.At a point, Akihito got tired arguing with Suzuki. He figured that there was no way Suzuki would remove himself if he continued to speak politely. Placing a few items in his cart, the photographer turned to the manager. Using his most authoritative tone, Akihito said, "Suzuki san, I want you –"he said and was interrupted by someone calling the manager.