Tora stared out the window at the black limousine in the driveway. "You could it be?" he thought to himself. His thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Me, Sir." Maki answered.
"Come in," he said, "what do you want?" His back turned to Maki.
"There is someone downstairs asking to see you."
He turned around and faced the vice president, "Who?"
"They didn't give me their name." Maki said slightly embarrassed.
"You didn't ask?" Tora was getting annoyed.
"No, Sir. I am sorry." He felt his cheeks burning.
"It's fine," He massaged his temples, "I don't want to see anyone right now."
"Alright, I will go tell her." Maki replied.
Tora's eyes widened and his voice became anxious, "Her?". He heard the door shut behind Maki. His question was left lingering in the air.
In the lobby...
"I am sorry, Miss," Maki reentered the room,"he isn't taking any visitors right now."
"That's a shame," Ariella said disappointment appearing in her eyes, but was only there for a moment. She reached for her purse, remembering the letter.
"Here," she handed Maki the letter, "give him this."
"Will do," Maki accepted, "by the way, what is your name?"
She laughed, "He'll know."
"Huh?" He asked in confusion, but she was already out the door.