Shut up, you know very well that if

Shut up, you know very well that if we managed to sell the tender to Toudou, we'll be rich! Three million yen, a million each!"

It took Akihito no more than a few seconds to understand that he overheard two employees engaged in white collar crimes. From what he had heard and understood, Fukada and Kawamura intended to sell information of a huge tender project to a rival company.

A million a person; that means there's another person involved. Akihito thought.

"So, have you transferred the funds to my account?" Fukada asked, calmer now.

"What money?"

"God, are you the fucking Finance Manager or what? I ought to drop you from this. The fake invoice we created for the purchases of pharmaceutical goods! The check has already been issued and cleared right?"

"Don't threaten me, Fukada." Kawamura warned. "You don't know how much trouble it took me to persuade Kirishima to get the boss to sign the check. Kirishima is already suspicious about the invoice."

Fukada kicked one of the cubicle doors opened, and Akihito jolted. "Fuck. If Kirishima starts to suspect something amiss, we better lay low for a while. That man never misses anything!"

Another door slammed open. Akihito felt fresh bead of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't believe he was hearing this in Sion. Akihito might not know how Asami ran his legitimate business but he doubt it would be any different from his illegitimate ones. Never in his life would he have thought someone, employees of Sion nonetheless, dared to steal from the yakuza.

Akihito brought a hand up to his mouth and clamped it shut, in case he was breathing a little too loudly. He wondered if the men could hear his heart beat beating rapidly or if they could sense company in the restroom. He prayed silently that his phone wouldn't choose this crucial moment to ring or beep.

And it happened. His phone rang, causing all three men in the restroom to jump in shock. Akihito recognized the ring tone – Asami.

"Who's there?" Fukada asked, pushing the doors open one by one.

Without thinking, Akihito removed his employee tag and threw it into a corner, hoping that someone would pick it up and send it to Asami if he didn't make it out alive. He took a deep breath and pushed the door before stepping out of the cubicle.

"Who the hell are you?" Fukada asked.

"A new employee," Akihito answered bravely, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. He had a good look at the two traitorous individuals. Both men looked like they were in their late thirties. For some unknown reason, the man whose voice Akihito recognized as Fukada had a meaner look.

"How much did you listen?" Fukada growled, advancing towards Akihito.

"Fr – from the start!"Akihito took a step backwards and found his back touched the wall. There wasn't any place to run, considering he was hiding in the last cubicle.

"What do we do with him? Should we inform - "

"No!" Fukada cut Kawamura off. "We'll deal this on our own. Remember what we did to the bitch who eavesdropped on us?"

Akihito ordered himself to calm down as he tried to think of a way to escape both advancing men. He thought of using the same trick he did with Oda's bodyguard – kicking the men in their nuts but he wasn't sure if he could pull it off successfully, considering he was outnumbered.

"You are cheating the company's money. If the boss knows about this – "

Kawamura laughed. "The boss? You are really new around here; aren't you? Everyone in Sion knows what sort of business the boss is doing. He earns billions from his underground business. What's the harm in taking a little?"

I know that better than you do, bastards. I literally slept with him. Akihito refrained himself from bursting out at that thought.

"That doesn't mean you can leech it off him," Akihito raised his voice.

Fukada shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. Now that you know about us, we cannot let you go… alive." The man gleamed as he cracked his knuckles.

For the moment, it was silent in the restroom; no one spoke as they tried to anticipate each others' move. It was the call from Asami that triggered action. The minute the phone rang; Akihito crouched and sprang, trying to push his way through the men. His attempts were futile, Kawamura managed to send a kick at Akihito's stomach.

Akihito's body registered by falling backwards and slamming his back against the wall. Akihito let out a scream as he fell on his knees, clutching his own stomach. Before he had a chance to recover, Fukada grabbed his collars, pulled him up and dragged him to the middle of the restroom. Akihito tried to resist by fighting blindly, throwing aimless punches at his attackers.