Idol Dreams
Idol Dreams The desk in front of him appeared to be the wooden monolith from that American movie he could just barely remember from when he was a child. It had been imported from Europe, with the wood a dark mahogany. He knew that it was meant for him to be intimidated. The owner of the company looked at him as if he were a bug that he hadn't decided to let outside or crush. Hisato fixed his tie, a nervous twitch before he bowed. The owner was a god in the company, able to choose...