Two weeks, two weeks of board meetings deadlines and scrambling to keep on top. Hanzo was the number two man for the western sector and he wanted to be number one. The job was twice as bad because where everyone else in the office had interns and secretaries, Hanzo had nothing but himself. It had to stop. Everything in the phones calendar would drain the battery on a daily bases. Aki knew every outlet carried a cord in his briefcase and a solar charger in a dire emergency. His salary was good except for the hotel stays and lunches. He swore if it wasn't for coffee he would have died by now. Two and a half days getting home Friday late in the evening. Where he would sleep until Saturday then fight until Monday where at two in the morning he would leave to catch a train back to Tokyo. 

Crammed in the train with other office workers each one smelling of fabric deodorizer and coffee. Each one looking like they ran a marathon in their suits. Hanzo was no different. Barely hanging on to the ring feeling the exhaustion of the last week taking its toll. just one night of sleep in his own bed and then the fight would begin. The thought alone made him smirk. This time he would lead the charge he needed an assistant someone anyone to just pour coffee on him while he worked to answer the phone to let him get a few more seconds to think. The latest blunder of calling to the Americas and so tired Hanzo spoke Japanese to the board for two minutes before they hung up on him. Then his boss came down to check on him and give his verbal wake up call. This week was the worst and according to Aki's boss the last wake up call he would receive. He had to "Get it together" or take a demotion. Aki knew he had to get some help. There was just no way around it. 

The train came to a stop and Hanzo's phone alarm went off telling him it was time to wake up and get off the train. Stepping onto the platform and taking a deep breath. The air was clean and made him relax. Hanzo walked up to his wife and kissed her cheek half asleep. getting into the car and off his feet felt great. The few minute drive and they were home. Aki failed to notice her hair down or that she wore makeup and the sun dress that was practically see through and so tight on her.

Miku wanted sex! It had been over a month and for the last two years was only after a major fight where she was pressed against him as they yelled back and forth. Miku occasionally sent a risky message to his phone only to get, at best, a link to shipping. He worked hard and Miku knew that but she didn't want him to stray. She wanted to feel close to him and to be a wife not just a roommate that saw each other occasionally. She had to be a professional the unflattering lab coat and her hair always up. it didn't help that Mitzumi would tell her about her weekend and try to get Miku to go to a bar as a wing-man. Miku's friend not only worked with her but lived really close to the office. Occasionally Miku would stay over at her place instead of driving back. One fight was when when Mitsumi took a picture of Miku half undressed on her couch asleep. She meant it as a sexy pic, but it turned into a fight and one of the louder ones. 

As they walked in Aki took off his shoes and gave his wife a kiss before heading off to bed. Aki was so tired he didn't notice the dinner or the candles. He didn't notice the flowers or the house was clean. Miku sighed and blew out the candles, put the food away and sent a text to her friend. "Hey wanna go out tonight?"

Mitzumi's reply, "I'll get ready! We can go to ARAKU, I heard they updated their Karaoke system." 

Miku turned out the lights and left locking the door behind her.