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Years of financially advising Japan's oldest and wealthiest families could not have prepared him for this. Looking down, Kyoya rubbed the bridge of his nose before pushing his glasses upward, intent on making this new client understand. With a deep breath, he smiled, addressing the client from across the wide, polished desk.
"Right now, this is more than you need. Far more. My advice to you would be to distribute what you have."
"No."
"It's too much."
"I disagree."
Kyoya laughed at the client's resolve. This wouldn't be easy.
"You need to distribute what you have. You can't keep it all. If certain people find out about this, all of it will be taken away."
Suddenly, a break in the façade.
"All of it?"
"All of it."
The client let slip an agitated sigh. "Okay. What do I need to do?"
"Well, for starters," Kyoya motioned to the pile in front of him, "You need to divide this up into equal portions."
"And just how am I supposed to do that?"
Kyoya raised an eyebrow at the client's growing impatience.
"Sorry. How do I do that?"
"Make three piles, all the same size."
Following directions, the client looked at Kyoya, expectantly.
"Now what?"
"Now, you keep one, and give the rest to me."
"What?!"
"Part of it I'll set aside in a special fund. For you. The rest is mine."
Horrified eyes bulged across the desk, but Kyoya simply shrugged.
"You wanted my help, you got my help. But you should know that I don't come cheap."
Gathering up the remainder of what belonged to him, the client stood up and headed for door, slamming it on the way out.
Kyoya picked out a cookie from one of the two piles. Blue frosting, the confection cut into the shape of a star. Biting into it, he smiled.
"Oh, Ryo-Chan. You are stubborn just like your mother."