Hello, everyone. They're not good people, and neither am I.
My dad isn't a good person, and neither is my mom. That's one of the reasons I became an adviser to a delinquent biker gang that's on the verge of being promoted to a criminal organization.
The short boss looked at me with his big, dark eyes and said, "Eiko, there's always an impulse in my head telling me to destroy everything..."
I smacked my fist into my palm. "That's great! Tomorrow, I'll send you to Okinawa to take down the human trafficking ring."
It'll boost the gang's reputation and help us become a legitimate organization sooner, while also taking down criminals. It's a win-win.
We'll just need to send someone with a long hook to fish the half-dead traffickers out and deliver them to the police.
The male executive whose real name I don't care to remember, the one called Coco, looks down on me. He keeps saying I've cut off his source of income and that I'm far too concerned with making money through certain channels.
I slapped my palm down on his desk. The expensive piece of fine wood cracked under my hand. "Do you know how much effort it takes to launder that money? Do you know how hard it is to pay taxes on it?"
He rolled his eyes at me and went back to his reports. I decided to give the accountants two days off and let him do the math himself. It took less than two days for him to surrender.
Hah. What a fool, with his head stuck in money.
The red-haired druggie looks down on me even more. Every day, he thinks about how to shoot me dead.
I laughed and pointed at his nose. "If you want to keep popping pills so you can get it up when you're fooling around with your girlfriend, then keep at it. If the pills don't kill you, I'll hold your head down and smash it against the desk."
He fell silent, and I was pleased.
All in all, the road to making Toman legitimate is bright, and I'm very satisfied.
Theme: Live well and be happy every day.
