Leaning back in her chair behind the office desk she sighed finally sending off the last response to the mountain of emails received in the day. They said it was a tough assignment but this was something on a level the American never expected. She let her blue eyes drift over to the edge of the screen, 8pm?! "Fuck!" The blonde said with a soft sigh of defeat. The last train had left and she didnt have a drivers license for this country yet. Kicking off her shoes under the desk she lifted a foot to rub her soles. With a few clicks she ordered a floor massager for her feet online. 

The company was very generous giving her a mini fridge and the office space. Her hair was an issue so they jumped at the chance, or it felt that way to have the American hire sealed away from the other office workers. Amanda was over the whole dying of hair routine from her teens and had no interest in redoing roots every two weeks to the conforming black. Her office had a large window and a view that over looked the ocean, if you had a set of binoculars. A fax /printer /scanner was in the corner as was a mirco single serving cappuccino maker she brought with her. The three screen set up was nice as it allowed her to multitask on her work. Keeping up with current trends and cultures was a full time effort and part of the marketing world. Her team was consisting of three different departments with five to seven people in each department. The all reported to her through the department heads with her being the filter between them and corporate. 

Turning off the computer and taking a piece of tape she covered the camera lens. Standing up from her chair she stretched her arms up to the ceiling. Letting them fall back to her side Amanda took off her jacket. She slipped her shoe back on and headed to the rest room to freshen up a little. In her bottom drawer she had placed emergency items. A small cup, tube of travel size toothpaste, and tooth brush, A wash cloth and soap, The blond moved to the bathroom. In the hall she could hear some voices in Japanese. 

"Was that your bra?"

The marketing director stopped in her tracks! She was in the dimly lit hallway and the question stopped her to a stand still! Nearly dropping the cup she whipped her head to the direction of the words. The door read, "Hanzo Logistics Director" in Japanese. She had heard this as a taboo in Japan and there was a mountain of steamy manga and books written to the subject but, here, really?! 

"Yes" Said a second voice. It seemed closer to the door leading into the hall. 

Were there two women having an affair in the Directors office?! Amanda felt her face blush. Were they cleaning staff it was late and the marketing director had no idea who was suppose to be in the office at this time. Were they secretaries in a forbidden love affair?! 

"I do this at home. I cant wear it all the time. Maybe your jealous?" The second voice giggled.

"Whatever gets you fired. My Hanzo wouldnt fall for that. He is married and likes smaller ...girls." Said the first younger sounding voice.

"You [i]are[/i] jealous! It's is okay to admit it. Not like a lolicon like you had a chance." The second voice said sweetly.

"Jealous of back pain and knocking things over with your huge front no thanks. Besides Mr. Hanzo prefers a strong work ethic and someone who is working long hours over how fat their chest is." Said the first voice. 

The sound of a zipper made the blond realize she had moved closer and her ear was against the glass door.

"Well I shouldnt want my skirt to wrinkle. It's unprofessional." Said the second voice, followed by a sound like a briefcase being opened. "A good secretary comes prepared. I'm sure with your wrinkled clothes you'll be sent home. That is what a 2 hour train ride, one way? I'll be sure to get ahead in your absence." 

The blond could hear rustling on a sofa. Then a soft sound of a zipper. 

"You cant! You didnt bring a change of clothes!" The second voice quietly hissed! "Seriously?! What if he comes in or wakes up early?"

Amanda was stunned to the point her cup fell from her hand to the wood laminate floor with a sharp sound! She panicked and grabbed the items and rushed down the hall as she heard the room go dead quiet!
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Hearing the cup fall and then a lot of footsteps going away from the door made both girls freeze in their banter! Yuki turned slowly to the door and with two fingers moved the blind covering the glass. The hall was dark, the damage done. Now someone knew about their plan. Someone in the office knew of their game of one upping for attention! In the dark office she smiled with her face hanging down. A hand over her heart as it raced. Things were getting interesting! Was it a lonely coworker she could threaten or ...seduce?

Misuki flopped into the sofa pulling the blanket over her head to hide as if she was seven all over again! It was bad enough her rival had goaded her into the argument but now someone might know that she was in her work shirt and panties?! Under covers on the sofa in her bosses office?! She thought Seppuku might be her only option at this point. 

Hanzo was fast asleep. Years of routine made office sleeping a pro skill. Like an ancient samurai the Director had sharpened his talent to a keen edge able to defeat even a janitor buffing the floors.
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Making it to the bathroom she leaned against the door short shallow breathing as her mind tried to calm herself. The director had two in his office at the same time?! "My Hanzo... Married?!" She thought replaying the conversation in her head as she walked briskly over to the sink to splash some water on her face. The makeup held. She was going to have to scrub a little. letting the hot water run for a bit Amanda stared at herself in disbelief even as she cleaned her face and noted to bring her kit next time. With the wash cloth she started to wipe her face clean from the day. Replaying the conversation over and over. "Mr. Hanzo..." She would remember that name.