"Miss Kaioh, is it?"
"Yes, that's right," Michiru confirms, slipping out of the security guard's grip. Now that Haruka has left the stage, and the crowds have dispersed, Michiru doesn't feel that it is necessary for the burly guard to maintain his hold on her. "Am I free to go yet?"
"If you wish. But Ms. Tenoh has requested to see you in her private office. That is, if you're agreeable to that."
Michiru is surprised, perhaps pleasantly. "Can I bring my photographer?" she asks, gesturing towards Mamoru, who appears to be trying his best not to laugh at the situation.
"It'd be better if you didn't."
Looking over again at Mamoru, who is now making exaggerated shrugging motions and pointing at his Vancouver Post press pass to remind them both of the high stakes, Michiru finally nods and turns to follow the security guard to the next room. As they leave the auditorium and enter the main building of Tenoh Motors, Michiru can't help noticing the beautiful glass sliding doors, the contemporary artwork lining the halls, and the elegant wood and steel furnishings present in every office. Apparently luxury was not confined to the company cars.
"And I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" Michiru asks, her manners suddenly returning.
"You an call me Taylor," the large man offers, with a trace of a smile. "And Ms. Tenoh is waiting for you right through this door."
"Right. Thank you...Taylor."
The big man laughs at Michiru's hesitance. "Don't worry, little one, you won't get eaten. And someone will walk you to the front exit when your chat is over. All right? And Miss Kaioh?"
Michiru raises her eyes, not sure if she can be surprised by anything else that might be added to her current situation. "Yes?"
"I'm sure we'll be seeing much more of each other from now on."