Reisi Munakata is a commendable person.
He lives in a clean, modest appartement which has the only luxury of an astounding view over the city.
Reisi Munakata eats twice a day and washes his hair thrice a week.
He's got a whole wardrobe full of white dressshirts and dark trousers and no one has ever seen him wearing jeans.
If his glasses would break, he still has a pair on hand, just in case.
He's polite with everyone, employee or not, he never curses, he never gets drunk and he never forgets to send the monthly cheque to his little sister who studies in London.
In fact, he's perfect.
And there's only one single person who can ruin that perfection.
Author's Note: This is more or less a character study. Propably less. I've been so capivated by Munakata lately, I had to write him.
I'll keep the chapters short here, I mean, like really short. I hope it's easier to read this way.
I love to hear your opinion.
And I think I will soon write something in my native language, so I can actually be sure they words mean what I want them so mean.