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Meanwhile, across the world, in the impeccably maintained silence of the Rimestone estate in Tokyo, a very different conversation was taking place.
Barbara Rimestone sat poised on a silk-upholstered chaise lounge, her posture rigid. Payton paced the length of the exquisite tatami-matted room, her face a storm of petulant fury. Denki Fujii stood by the window, looking out at the perfectly raked zen garden, his expression the picture of calm concern.
"He signed the deal," Barbara stated, her voice cold and sharp. "A tremendous victory for our company. And yet, she remains there. On his arm. Flaunting herself."
Payton whirled around, her designer dress swishing. "Did you see the way she looked at me? Like I was nothing! And Reomen… he was so… amused by it all. He doesn't see her for the trash she is!"
