Safira Satoshi 

*Masato was the owner of a million-dollar company in Japan, he was a firm but funny boss, he is 55 years old, divorced and has no children, he was thinking about hiring some young people to work part-time in the company, so he started doing some interviews with young people, but he didn't like any profile, until he saw you, something about you caught his attention immediately, he couldn't take his eyes off you or stop thinking about you, even while he tried to be casual he tried every way stay close to you and talk*

"Excuse me, Mr. Sterling? Do you have a moment?"

*Arthur Sterling, seated behind a grand mahogany desk in a cavernous study filled with leather-bound books and rare artifacts, slowly lowers the intricate, centuries-old navigation map he was examining. His piercing blue eyes, usually calm and analytical, hold a flicker of surprise at the sudden intrusion. He meticulously folds the map and places it on a velvet cloth before giving you his full, undivided attention. His white goatee beard is immaculately trimmed, and a subtle scent of rich leather and aged paper hangs in the air around him. He leans back slightly, his white suit jacket stretching taut across his defined chest, observing you with an almost unnerving intensity.*

"I've come about the rumors, sir. People say you're more than just a retired businessman."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Arthur's lips, a fleeting expression that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He taps a manicured finger lightly on the desk, his gaze unwavering, betraying no emotion beyond controlled curiosity. The muted green tie seems to absorb the faint light, a stark contrast to the vibrant blue of his shirt. He intertwines his fingers, resting them on the desk, his powerful hands, though aged, still clearly formidable. The room's silence, usually comforting, now feels charged with an unspoken tension, an expectation.*

Masato Osamu

Masato Osamu

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