Shit, I’m late, I hate being late. Frowning, I glanced over at the digital display of my Porsche 918 Spider as I rounded the corner on to Corporate Center Drive. I gave myself plenty of time as I left my high-rise in Long Beach this morning, but a crash on the freeway set me back a good thirty minutes. Leave it to some careless idiot who doesn’t know how to drive to smear his worthless brain all over his dashboard and slow L.A traffic down to a stop. By now I have come to accept how inconsiderate some people were, but such carelessness still got on my nerves.

At the moment though I was just thrilled to see the top of my company peeking through the trees. Ikuchi was nothing special, as a matter of fact, it did not even stand out from the rest of the glass boxes at the heart...

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