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Human Resources

Miyuri stood in front of a full length mirror, a crisp white Oxford, grey suitcoat, and matching skirt that complimented her dark tights and work heels. It surely was a fashion statement, but certainly wasn’t one of her own design.

“Undercover sucks.” She muttered under her breath as she finished fixing up her ribbon tie. About two days prior to this, she had gotten an insider tip from an informant at Shigure Financial, a quickly up and coming finance firm that had a meteoric rise as a major consultant for real estate firms in the city. Miyuri had reasoned that this had coincided with the rise in activities in pawn shops in the area that traded in pachinko tokens. After scouring the town recklessly for a few days asking around, she finally found an in with an intern at the company. The intern not only informed her of the suspicious behaviors of many of its executives, but even told her some of the account holders that were with the firm.

All of the pressure of this infiltration job weighed heavily on her shoulders, yet she felt a few pounds too light. Anxiously, she looked over to the blade placed carefully on the stand next to her dressing area in her room.

“Can’t take you with me, I’m sorry to say.” She whispered delicately to the blade. On other jobs, she’d never been let down, but what kind of business would just let someone walk in with a blade? Nervously, she readied a briefcase with a few burglary tools, picks, and a steel pen as an emergency weapon. No turning back now, she had already filled out the resume and application, and they scheduled her interview as soon as possible. Apparently, up and coming money laundering jobs were in high demand, and the business needed all the hands it could get.

With a heavily embellished work history document in her hand, she began to walk out her door, and hopefully, to an easy infiltration mission. The train came perfectly on time, the foot traffic was inoffensive, the neighbors were polite and the sun was beaming down the street as she stepped up to the office building, its bright glass and silvery steel look the epitome of near futuristic style the new firms all clamored to get for their massive high rises. With a deep breath, the now business-ready Miyuri climbed up the short staircase and into the main lobby.

What came next, she could not have been ready for.

“Hello! Are you here for the interview?” A friendly secretary wearing a carbon copy of Miyuri’s outfit said in an enthusiastic and cheery tone. Much to Miyuri’s dismay, this wasn’t the intern that told her she would be there.
“Um, yes, I’m here for… that. I-Is Haruko in?” Miyuri managed to stammer out.
“She’s unfortunately in a meeting with HR right now, please, right this way!.”

The cheery secretary wasted no time at all in pulling Miyuri into an empty waiting room off to the side. The green false tatami floor, fake traditional house wallpaper, and the faux natural light bulbs gave the room a false sense of comfort that the ceaseless ticking of the clock, and the dull melody of the corporate music dripping like sludge from the speakers immediately crushed.
“Cheery.” Miyuri thought as she looked over her paperwork. Her interview answers had been coached, her resume had been fabricated with dummy numbers that would work if called, and most importantly, she was keeping a close eye on things in case they got suspicious.

After what felt like a small eternity, and more than a few tiny cups of water from the water cooler in the room, a crackle from the speakers called out.
“Aomura Senko? You’re wanted in the interview room.” A placid and sweet secretarial voice called through the void. The sudden rush of blood to her head only accentuated the nervousness as she stood and began to walk to the room. As she stepped into the room, she was greeted with a pleasant sight. A simple room with two comfortable green chairs, a small coffee table with an assortment of refreshments and a tea set upon it, all with a bookshelf lined wall to the back of the simple room. Clear but warm lighting illuminated the space well, with its gentle green walls comforting the nervous Miyuri.

In one of the soft green leather chairs sat a nice looking gentleman with a classic all business haircut, square framed glasses, and a three piece suit, with a blue sport coat, white Oxford, and red tie. He gestured to the chair with the pen in his dominant hand as his other gently sipped on a cup of coffee in his left.

“Miss Aomura. I thank you for coming in today.” He spoke with a surprisingly smoky but still dulcid tone.
“I believe we’ve little need for formalities, please, have a seat, and help yourself to some refreshments. I believe the tea today is a relaxing blend designed to help with your blood pressure. I know how hard interviews can be.” He smiled as he poured a cup for Miyuri.

Relief washed over her as she smiled and grasped the teacup gently. She sat down and took a small sip before placing it gently down on the matching saucer on the table.

“Oh, why thank you, Mr… Oh I’m sorry, we’ve yet to be acquainted!” Miyuri caught herself before simply being informal.
“You may call me Mr. Minamoto. Now I’ve taken a look at your resume, and it seems like you’re just the candidate we’re looking for.” He smiled broadly while flipping through his papers.
“Thank you sir. I saw that this firm was not only looking for more employees, but had great success in overseeing the accounts of many of the developers of land in my town. I would like to be an asset to the company, and I hope to work hard here if you will accept me.” The purple headed girl spent a whole night coaching herself on getting that one right, and wasn’t about to slip up on the first line.

“Oh, I’m certain you will be. Tell me a bit about yourself, I’m excited to know what got you interested in our company.” His smile remained easy, but if Miyuri had kept better attention on the man, she would have noticed his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Well, it was just so exciting, it’s not everyday a company from your ward becomes one of the largest managers of land development in the city.” Miyuri said confidently.
“Indeed. I think you’re who we’re looking for, and I want to congratulate you on getting this far.” He raised his coffee up. “A toast, to your new position?” He offered.

“Of course sir.” She picked up the teacup and cutely clinked it against his black coffee mug before finishing it off.
“Now, let’s get you to a better location for what you’ll be doing. Right this way, miss.” He gently wrapped his arm around the girl and began escorting her out of the office towards her presumed new workspace. His pace was uniform, quick, and without breaks. The walk was brutal in heels. Miyuri had no idea how she was to keep up the facade of being an office worker for more than a few days, but she figured she would learn to manage. Eventually, they came to an unmarked black door in a mostly empty hallway near the center of the building.

“This area is one of our HR offices. I think we’ll get you set straight in here.” He pushed the door open and led Miyuri into the room. Almost immediately, Miyuri noticed the figure sitting in the chair opposite to the door, bound and groaning under a mail bag hood. The next thing she noticed was the sound of the door behind her closing, and finally, but too late, she noticed Minamoto quickly sliding behind her and pulling her arm up and torquing it.
“We have just the place for you, Miyuri.” He whispered into her ear with a breath like hoarfrost crackling. He quickly turned the shoulder touch into a brutal headlock, and while Miyuri felt her adrenaline kick in, no strength would come to her limbs, and her frame began to waver.

“W-what the hee-aaghh!!” She screamed as the air was cut off from her by the strong arms of Minamoto.
“Relaxing tea, isn’t it? Certainly helps me do my job.” The man cracked a smile as he tightened his grip. From behind a storage shelf an even larger man in a black three piece suit stepped out, zipties in hand. Quickly, the large man grabbed Miyuri by the legs and threw her shoes to the side and stripped her tights off before applying the zipties to her ankles, below the knees, and thighs. The poor girl could do little but watch as her legs were secured, and then shortly thereafter, her wrists as well. As soon as she was rendered immobile, she realized why her tights were taken as the big man stuffed the wadded up ball of nylon into her mouth and clamped a hand over it while Minamoto began to wrap her hands in brown packaging tape.

“You really didn’t find it suspicious that an accounting firm would invite you in a day after your application?” He chuckled as he pulled the mail bag off the head of the seated woman. Before Miyuri sat bound and gagged with silver duct tape, Haruko, her soft eyes and face pleading to Miyuri apologetically.
Miyuri realized at this point what had happened. It didn’t take long for the higher ups to figure out Haruko’s leak, and it only took a few hours of torment to get the name out of her as well. After that, it was easy pickings setting up an obvious window to snatch the would-be infiltrator.

“Yhh lhhht hhr ghhh nhhh!” Miyuri protested and shouted.
“I don’t believe you’re in a position to make demands, girl. You’re lucky my employer doesn’t wish you dead yet, or else this wouldn’t have been so nice.” Minamoto scolded as he began to wrap black electrical tape around her mouth.
“Hhh’ll ghht yhhh!” Miyuri screamed as she was further silenced by the stern looking man.

Her resistance and defiance was rewarded by a swift return to the choking grip of Minamoto. She weakly thrashed, groaned and mewled for a moment before being briefly cowed by the man. Over where she couldn’t see, the shaved headed man had fashioned a makeshift blindfold out of one of the nylon stockings Harkuo wore to work today. The other was already on its former wearers eyes again. Quickly, before she had time to get her bearings after being punished for her insolence, Miyuri found herself in the dark from a blindfold. The renewed attack on her personal freedoms reawoke her fighting spirit as she bucked under Minamoto again, only to have her face buried in the carpet floor. The strong hand remained there until her struggling weakened, tired, and fell off.

“I think you’re exactly what this company needed, Miss Miyuri. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your tenure working for us. You’ll be interning with us full time.”

Miyuri was quickly hoisted up over the shoulder of Minamoto and carried down what she thought were several hallways until she was roughly sat down in a chair and strapped into it. Soon thereafter, a gloved hand removed her blindfold and before her in three chairs sat three figures. One, a tall man with a short ponytail in a wine red suit with dark pinstripes, the next to his left, a shorter man with a fauxhawk and modern, frameless glasses in a vest and tie. To his right sat a woman with perfectly straight bangs, a steely gaze, knee length high heeled boots, tights a pleather pencil skirt, and a black all business blazer with a tight fitted Oxford underneath.

The ponytailed man spoke first. “You’re the little rat who thinks she can just sneak in on my operation and get away with it?” He scoffed. “What a joke. If it weren’t for my sweet Asako here, I’d have you strung up like the rest of the wise guys who think they can muscle in on my cash.” He looks to the stern woman and then back to Miyuri, who at this point is wavering in spirit.
“I’m a nice enough guy. I won’t kill ya. On two conditions. The first is that I never see your face down here again when we’re through with you. The second…” He turns to look at the stern woman, who curtly nods then looks at the bound Miyuri.

“The second is that you’ll be my property until I deem you appropriately trained. Failure to complete this task within six weeks is grounds for immediate… termination.” She spoke the last word with an amount of calculated cruelty that Miyuri knew meant business.

“Do you understand, my new intern?” She smiled slightly, with a cold malice behind her gaze at the bound girl. All Miyuri could do was nod and hope for the best as the secretary walked forward, putting a pair of black leather driving gloves on before stepping up to Miyuri. With methodical precision, she pulled a tenugui cloth from nearby and pressed it into Miyuri’s face. The noxious and saccharine smell permeated Miyuri’s nostrils, and began to make her feel light headed as Asako’s second hand clamped behind Miyuri’s head. All the now captured snoop saw as her vision faded was the frigid and calculating gaze of her new “employer.”
“This wasn’t how I wanted to meet with the boss…”

Description
Human Resources

Miyuri stood in front of a full length mirror, a crisp white Oxford, grey suitcoat, and matching skirt that complimented her dark tights and work heels. It surely was a fashion statement, but certainly wasn’t one of her own design.

“Undercover sucks.” She muttered under her breath as she finished fixing up her ribbon tie. About two days prior to this, she had gotten an insider tip from an informant at Shigure Financial, a quickly up and coming finance firm that had a meteoric rise as a major consultant for real estate firms in the city. Miyuri had reasoned that this had coincided with the rise in activities in pawn shops in the area that traded in pachinko tokens. After scouring the town recklessly for a few days asking around, she finally found an in with an intern at the company. The intern not only informed her of the suspicious behaviors of many of its executives, but even told her some of the account holders that were with the firm.

All of the pressure of this infiltration job weighed heavily on her shoulders, yet she felt a few pounds too light. Anxiously, she looked over to the blade placed carefully on the stand next to her dressing area in her room.

“Can’t take you with me, I’m sorry to say.” She whispered delicately to the blade. On other jobs, she’d never been let down, but what kind of business would just let someone walk in with a blade? Nervously, she readied a briefcase with a few burglary tools, picks, and a steel pen as an emergency weapon. No turning back now, she had already filled out the resume and application, and they scheduled her interview as soon as possible. Apparently, up and coming money laundering jobs were in high demand, and the business needed all the hands it could get.

With a heavily embellished work history document in her hand, she began to walk out her door, and hopefully, to an easy infiltration mission. The train came perfectly on time, the foot traffic was inoffensive, the neighbors were polite and the sun was beaming down the street as she stepped up to the office building, its bright glass and silvery steel look the epitome of near futuristic style the new firms all clamored to get for their massive high rises. With a deep breath, the now business-ready Miyuri climbed up the short staircase and into the main lobby.

What came next, she could not have been ready for.

“Hello! Are you here for the interview?” A friendly secretary wearing a carbon copy of Miyuri’s outfit said in an enthusiastic and cheery tone. Much to Miyuri’s dismay, this wasn’t the intern that told her she would be there.
“Um, yes, I’m here for… that. I-Is Haruko in?” Miyuri managed to stammer out.
“She’s unfortunately in a meeting with HR right now, please, right this way!.”

The cheery secretary wasted no time at all in pulling Miyuri into an empty waiting room off to the side. The green false tatami floor, fake traditional house wallpaper, and the faux natural light bulbs gave the room a false sense of comfort that the ceaseless ticking of the clock, and the dull melody of the corporate music dripping like sludge from the speakers immediately crushed.
“Cheery.” Miyuri thought as she looked over her paperwork. Her interview answers had been coached, her resume had been fabricated with dummy numbers that would work if called, and most importantly, she was keeping a close eye on things in case they got suspicious.

After what felt like a small eternity, and more than a few tiny cups of water from the water cooler in the room, a crackle from the speakers called out.
“Aomura Senko? You’re wanted in the interview room.” A placid and sweet secretarial voice called through the void. The sudden rush of blood to her head only accentuated the nervousness as she stood and began to walk to the room. As she stepped into the room, she was greeted with a pleasant sight. A simple room with two comfortable green chairs, a small coffee table with an assortment of refreshments and a tea set upon it, all with a bookshelf lined wall to the back of the simple room. Clear but warm lighting illuminated the space well, with its gentle green walls comforting the nervous Miyuri.

In one of the soft green leather chairs sat a nice looking gentleman with a classic all business haircut, square framed glasses, and a three piece suit, with a blue sport coat, white Oxford, and red tie. He gestured to the chair with the pen in his dominant hand as his other gently sipped on a cup of coffee in his left.

“Miss Aomura. I thank you for coming in today.” He spoke with a surprisingly smoky but still dulcid tone.
“I believe we’ve little need for formalities, please, have a seat, and help yourself to some refreshments. I believe the tea today is a relaxing blend designed to help with your blood pressure. I know how hard interviews can be.” He smiled as he poured a cup for Miyuri.

Relief washed over her as she smiled and grasped the teacup gently. She sat down and took a small sip before placing it gently down on the matching saucer on the table.

“Oh, why thank you, Mr… Oh I’m sorry, we’ve yet to be acquainted!” Miyuri caught herself before simply being informal.
“You may call me Mr. Minamoto. Now I’ve taken a look at your resume, and it seems like you’re just the candidate we’re looking for.” He smiled broadly while flipping through his papers.
“Thank you sir. I saw that this firm was not only looking for more employees, but had great success in overseeing the accounts of many of the developers of land in my town. I would like to be an asset to the company, and I hope to work hard here if you will accept me.” The purple headed girl spent a whole night coaching herself on getting that one right, and wasn’t about to slip up on the first line.

“Oh, I’m certain you will be. Tell me a bit about yourself, I’m excited to know what got you interested in our company.” His smile remained easy, but if Miyuri had kept better attention on the man, she would have noticed his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Well, it was just so exciting, it’s not everyday a company from your ward becomes one of the largest managers of land development in the city.” Miyuri said confidently.
“Indeed. I think you’re who we’re looking for, and I want to congratulate you on getting this far.” He raised his coffee up. “A toast, to your new position?” He offered.

“Of course sir.” She picked up the teacup and cutely clinked it against his black coffee mug before finishing it off.
“Now, let’s get you to a better location for what you’ll be doing. Right this way, miss.” He gently wrapped his arm around the girl and began escorting her out of the office towards her presumed new workspace. His pace was uniform, quick, and without breaks. The walk was brutal in heels. Miyuri had no idea how she was to keep up the facade of being an office worker for more than a few days, but she figured she would learn to manage. Eventually, they came to an unmarked black door in a mostly empty hallway near the center of the building.

“This area is one of our HR offices. I think we’ll get you set straight in here.” He pushed the door open and led Miyuri into the room. Almost immediately, Miyuri noticed the figure sitting in the chair opposite to the door, bound and groaning under a mail bag hood. The next thing she noticed was the sound of the door behind her closing, and finally, but too late, she noticed Minamoto quickly sliding behind her and pulling her arm up and torquing it.
“We have just the place for you, Miyuri.” He whispered into her ear with a breath like hoarfrost crackling. He quickly turned the shoulder touch into a brutal headlock, and while Miyuri felt her adrenaline kick in, no strength would come to her limbs, and her frame began to waver.

“W-what the hee-aaghh!!” She screamed as the air was cut off from her by the strong arms of Minamoto.
“Relaxing tea, isn’t it? Certainly helps me do my job.” The man cracked a smile as he tightened his grip. From behind a storage shelf an even larger man in a black three piece suit stepped out, zipties in hand. Quickly, the large man grabbed Miyuri by the legs and threw her shoes to the side and stripped her tights off before applying the zipties to her ankles, below the knees, and thighs. The poor girl could do little but watch as her legs were secured, and then shortly thereafter, her wrists as well. As soon as she was rendered immobile, she realized why her tights were taken as the big man stuffed the wadded up ball of nylon into her mouth and clamped a hand over it while Minamoto began to wrap her hands in brown packaging tape.

“You really didn’t find it suspicious that an accounting firm would invite you in a day after your application?” He chuckled as he pulled the mail bag off the head of the seated woman. Before Miyuri sat bound and gagged with silver duct tape, Haruko, her soft eyes and face pleading to Miyuri apologetically.
Miyuri realized at this point what had happened. It didn’t take long for the higher ups to figure out Haruko’s leak, and it only took a few hours of torment to get the name out of her as well. After that, it was easy pickings setting up an obvious window to snatch the would-be infiltrator.

“Yhh lhhht hhr ghhh nhhh!” Miyuri protested and shouted.
“I don’t believe you’re in a position to make demands, girl. You’re lucky my employer doesn’t wish you dead yet, or else this wouldn’t have been so nice.” Minamoto scolded as he began to wrap black electrical tape around her mouth.
“Hhh’ll ghht yhhh!” Miyuri screamed as she was further silenced by the stern looking man.

Her resistance and defiance was rewarded by a swift return to the choking grip of Minamoto. She weakly thrashed, groaned and mewled for a moment before being briefly cowed by the man. Over where she couldn’t see, the shaved headed man had fashioned a makeshift blindfold out of one of the nylon stockings Harkuo wore to work today. The other was already on its former wearers eyes again. Quickly, before she had time to get her bearings after being punished for her insolence, Miyuri found herself in the dark from a blindfold. The renewed attack on her personal freedoms reawoke her fighting spirit as she bucked under Minamoto again, only to have her face buried in the carpet floor. The strong hand remained there until her struggling weakened, tired, and fell off.

“I think you’re exactly what this company needed, Miss Miyuri. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your tenure working for us. You’ll be interning with us full time.”

Miyuri was quickly hoisted up over the shoulder of Minamoto and carried down what she thought were several hallways until she was roughly sat down in a chair and strapped into it. Soon thereafter, a gloved hand removed her blindfold and before her in three chairs sat three figures. One, a tall man with a short ponytail in a wine red suit with dark pinstripes, the next to his left, a shorter man with a fauxhawk and modern, frameless glasses in a vest and tie. To his right sat a woman with perfectly straight bangs, a steely gaze, knee length high heeled boots, tights a pleather pencil skirt, and a black all business blazer with a tight fitted Oxford underneath.

The ponytailed man spoke first. “You’re the little rat who thinks she can just sneak in on my operation and get away with it?” He scoffed. “What a joke. If it weren’t for my sweet Asako here, I’d have you strung up like the rest of the wise guys who think they can muscle in on my cash.” He looks to the stern woman and then back to Miyuri, who at this point is wavering in spirit.
“I’m a nice enough guy. I won’t kill ya. On two conditions. The first is that I never see your face down here again when we’re through with you. The second…” He turns to look at the stern woman, who curtly nods then looks at the bound Miyuri.

“The second is that you’ll be my property until I deem you appropriately trained. Failure to complete this task within six weeks is grounds for immediate… termination.” She spoke the last word with an amount of calculated cruelty that Miyuri knew meant business.

“Do you understand, my new intern?” She smiled slightly, with a cold malice behind her gaze at the bound girl. All Miyuri could do was nod and hope for the best as the secretary walked forward, putting a pair of black leather driving gloves on before stepping up to Miyuri. With methodical precision, she pulled a tenugui cloth from nearby and pressed it into Miyuri’s face. The noxious and saccharine smell permeated Miyuri’s nostrils, and began to make her feel light headed as Asako’s second hand clamped behind Miyuri’s head. All the now captured snoop saw as her vision faded was the frigid and calculating gaze of her new “employer.”
“This wasn’t how I wanted to meet with the boss…”