"You have no idea, you wasted one minute of the police department's time, sixty people is an hour, Tokyo has 102 police departments, totaling 46,000 people, which adds up to seven hundred sixty-six hours, equivalent to you delaying a month!"
As Fushimi spoke, he stood up and positioned himself between the two of them, facing Minamoto Tamako, with his hands behind his back... The waiter glanced down and saw a ten-thousand yen bill between his two fingers, waving back and forth.
Minamoto Tamako thought this logic was very strange, clearly sophistry, she could see that Mr. Fushimi was acting suspiciously, hiding something from her.
"You've been acting weird since earlier," she squinted her eyes, scrutinizing the silly assistant, "Do you know that waiter?"
Fushimi's expression was naturally flawless, showing no lapse, and when the waiter took the money out of his hand, he explained, "I'm with you 24 hours, how could I have time to socialize?"
