Haruki sat at his desk fiddling with a pen in his hand while he listened a bit absentmindedly to what his secretary was saying. The was a strong feeling of restlessness that wouldn't seem to dissipate rather it was building up rapidly.
He had spoken to Ren just earlier about the assignment he gave him and Ren hadn't found the information yet but promised him that he would have part of his questions answered by dinnertime.
If it would take Ren more than twenty-four hours to find some answers, then he knew there was no one else who could give him answers in less time. It was torturing to patiently wait to conclude he had been the one in control of the chess and not a pawn.
What had just come to him as a simple passing thought stayed stubbornly on his mind and it only got worse the harder he tried to brush it off. He looked at the screen of the tablet before him when Satomi called out to him.
