He could not believe it! He had only gone for a week to take care of finally cutting the last loose ends tying him to his estranged lover and that amount of time was apparently enough for his father and his goons to apparently sell the family's company, Takahiro's company, now, to the wolves! No longer was Yokokawa Corps his, all his efforts and plans going down the drain as his Board of Directors somehow smoothly merged Yokokawa Corporation with the ever growing might of the Sakagami business empire. The last blow to his pride? He was no longer the CEO, but instead the new Vice CEO of the new company. He was no longer in control, and Takahiro, thirty three years old magnate, hated feeling so helpless as he glared at the unrepentant faces of those who were once his Board. “I hope you are satisfied, gentlemen, for you just sold your tainted souls to the devil with this act.” His tone was level, yet the hatred in his eyes and the slightly erratic way he breathed in and out between each words told an entirely different story, as did his white knuckle grip on the merger's file. Turning his back on those vipers, ever for a second, was a mistake that he would not do a second time. He would make sure of it. Worse was yet to come, however, for he had to meet the new CEO in a few moments, and as he dismissed his traitorous former staff, the dark haired businessman made his way as calmly as he could to the new company's headquarters, stepping out of the hotel where he was told about the last week's events and into the rainy embrace of the city of Tokyo. Not bothering to hide from the pelting rain common to monsoon season, he made his way to the car that was waiting for him and silently took his place in the leather covered backseat. It had been a long day already, and it would get only longer before all was done and accounted for, Takahiro could feel it. Looking absentmindedly through the heavily tinted window beside him, the young former heir to the now defunct Yokokawa company tried to calm down and think about what he would say when he met his replacement and new boss for the first time. Many scenarios passed through his head, but none appeared to be the right one by the time the car stopped and the chauffeur announced they had arrived. Closing his amber-colored eyes for a moment and exhaling slowly, the Japanese man steeled himself for what was to come. When he felt properly centred, he exited the car and quickly made his way inside the building ant towards the first available receptionist he saw, quickly getting a run down of where to go and how to get there. Stiffly thanking the woman, he made his way towards the elevators and awaited his turn, his conflicted thoughts invisible to all save for a tightening of his eyes and mouth. It was ten minutes later that he quickly knocked upon a carved cherry door and entered the vast office within, not acknowledging the secretary present beside a quick nod as he made his way to the second set of door where his mysterious usurper dwell. Not letting the man beyond the time to prepare, he entered the office, as silent yet stormy as the calm before a thunderstorm.