Being a playboy millionaire had its moments, but this was not one of these moments. Running a business wasn't all it was cut out to be.

[color=orange]"We have a problem at our eastern manufacturing center, we've had defects in our new SUV models and the brakes aren't functioning properly. The public is expecting the new shipments by the end of this week and we need them fully functioning."[/color], was what Takashi's second-in-charge babbled to him, Himato. He was an older gentleman, balding, a bit on the larger side, and had a temper when it came to things not working out right in the business. He acted like he owned it sometimes, and it aggravated him that a 23 year old was head of this whole corporation, and was just fresh out of college. 

[color=Cyan]"Himato, for the last time, everything is going to be fine. I ordered a new shipment of brakes that I imported and they're top of the line. They get here by tomorrow, we install them to all the new models, and we're ready by the expected due date."[/color] Takashi sighed as he spun slowly in his chair behind his large desk. His office was quite large, what used to be his father's, it was basically the penthouse of the headquarters. All windows, statues and awards lining the only non-windowed wall, expensive furniture. And you couldn't forget the large desk with a state of the art desktop and the spinny chair. Oh how Takashi loved his spinny chair...

[color=Cyan]"You may leave now Himato, unless you have anything else you would like to say?"[/color] Takashi turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. Himato's face got red with anger and was about to say something before he bit his tongue. [color=orange]"This is very serious business Takashi, I hope you know what you're doing."[/color]. And with that he left the office through the door a few meters behind the chair, passing the secretary who has her desk right outside. The secretary was a pretty woman, always very friendly and was a great friend of Takashi's father; she was almost like an aunt to him.

[color=Cyan]"Sakura, I will be departing to my home now. It's getting a bit late, and I don't think I have anything else to do here. If anybody calls tell them I will get back to them in the morning."[/color] Takashi says on his way out the door as well, putting on his suit jacket and holding his briefcase in his free hand. [color=pink]"Yes sir, will do. Would you like me to send the cleaning crew in and lock up the place?"[/color] Sakura asked, looking up from her computer. [color=Cyan]"You read my mind."[/color] Takashi smirked, giving a little wave as the elevator door shut.

About an hour later he had pulled into his mansion and slid his nice, exotic cars into a garage full of them. There were about 20 in total, all made from his company with the famous "X" logo on the hood. After all, what kind of CEO would you be if you didn't drive your own cars? They just happened to be the nicest and most expensive. But it didn't even compare to the home itself, with a gated entrance, 20 car garage, a marvelous front yard garden kept up by the groundskeeper. There was a very large pool out back, a volleyball court, basketball court, a patio with a grill. And the inside of the house was just beautiful, three floors, interior decorating, several bedrooms and bathrooms. Everything a man could want. 

And yet... He wasn't happy. Not in the  slightest. Takashi was lonely for the most part at home, besides the maid who cleaned every so often. All this, and nobody to enjoy it with. The one thing that did bring him some joy was his beloved game. Takashi got out of his work clothes and slipped into some pajama pants, escaping to his large basement that was sort of a man cave. He relaxed himself on a beanbag chair and hooked himself up the the neuro linker. Takashi closed his eyes, and let himself be immersed into the game.