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[center][h2][color=black]Ayame Choko, “the Sewstress”[/color][/h2][/center]
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Ayame had spent the last week working tirelessly, almost doubling Zeno's efforts in order to get stuff in order. Just because she had commited a coup, didn't mean she could just do what she want. There was so much to do - that one person in the other village wanted a squad of shinobi to protect some valuables, then another squad had to be arranged for the guy with the sharingan trafficking, though luckily she just had to grant clearance to use some shinobi to Fujitora. He did the most work. Then, there was also the Akimichi barbecue that she hadn't been invited for. A subtle slight if anything, but one she didn't care about. She figured that Fujitora would've done his best to atleast ensure safety at the party using his 11th corps, since it was a big barbecue if her memory served correctly. 

She was still shoving papers around, signing some of them and reading others quickly while giving Fujitora the occasional sideways glance, annoyed at his antics as he was always playing around, even in times like these. [color=black][b]“It's okay. Not much different than when I was an assistant, since Zeno never did the paperwork. And yes, I suppose the 11th is like that. They're weird. The ones that stand guard in my office are often more like robots than humans. Like Asura.”[/b][/color] she said, looking at him a bit before looking back down at the paper in front of her, using her pen to sign it quickly and drag it to the side.

The entire office had undergone a refurnishment, with the normal setup being completely tossed away. Now, she had a desk that was facing towards the center, with the chair on the side of a wall. This was done to limit assassinations through the window, or any risk of an attack being limited this way. The window now had large blinds on them, pretty much always closed too. Then, there were large black cabinets lining the wall on the other side of the desk, which held a variety of items. Mostly they were used for paper filings. In the center of the room, there was a set of three chairs, comfortable and big, with a single table between them. They were arranged casually, and one was facing the desk now since Fujitora had been so free to adjust his seating. In the corner a coat rack stood, with Ayame's black coat hanging on it. 

[color=black][b]“Hai, the Uchiha's. I read. Interesting setup, I'll be reading it closely.”[/b][/color] she said, not even looking up because she just knew he'd be making stupid faces again. It was then that Tsukiko entered, causing Ayame to look up at him and her both, before standing up and pointing her open hand at a chair. When Tsukiko would move to sit down, Ayame would come from behind her desk and sit down as well. [color=black][b]“Thanks for coming, Tsukiko. I appreciate it. No task for you today I'm afraid, we're just here to discuss our future as friends together.”[/b][/color] 

Ayame didn't have to say a word before an 11th corps shinobi walked in with a wooden plate full of sushi and ramen bowls, with a second following closely with a glass of water, some wine and a very expensive, high class beer. Ayame would grab the wooden plate and place it down in front of them, then take the glass of water and put it before herself, with the wine being placed in front of Fujitora and the high class beer being put down in front of Tsukiko. [color=black][b]“I hope you like that brand, I had it specifically imported from Kirigakure, but I am not a beer lover. I figured I'd let you try it for me, see if you like it, and then make my decision on whether I want to import more for situations like these. You seem like someone that enjoys beer, Tsukiko.”[/b][/color] she said with a smile, a genuine one at that, but a smile that didn't tell much more about the situation even when it was clear that they weren't just going to discuss their friendship.

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[center][h2][color=9e005d]Reijo Minamoru[/color][/h2][/center]
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Reijo had been working on his large company, managing the multi million company he was running at this time. Only when he got interrupted he put down his pen and folded his hands together. [color=9e005d][b]“Enter, please.”[/b][/color] he said to whomever was behind the door. As soon as Shin would enter, Reijo would ofcourse realize what this was about. [color=9e005d][b]“Ah, hello Shin. What can I do for you today? Have you finally come around and decided to stop working for the police force? You can earn more money working here, you know that right?”[/b][/color] he said, pretending to be oblivious to what was actually going on here.