Morning light crept through the sheer curtains of the Harusawa living room, casting long shadows across the cold floor.
But inside, the air was anything but calm.
Satoshi paced, his jaw clenched, the sharp sound of his footsteps echoing against the walls.
At the nearby couch, Satomi sat stiffly, arms crossed, a scowl deepening on her perfectly made-up face.
The silence broke again.
"Where did he take her?" Satoshi growled under his breath.
"Fujiwara was furious. Furious."
Satomi's eyes flashed with rage.
"Just one more step, papa. One more—he would've gotten her alone."
Her voice trembled with pure frustration.
"That was it. That was the moment. We'd have secured the contract."
She looked up, seething.
"Now it's ruined. All of it. Because of him."
Satoshi's hand came down hard on the dining table.
He gritted his teeth.
"And your husband! Haruki—dragged her away."
Satomi stood.
"When they get home, I'm going to ask.I want answers."
Satoshi didn't respond.
