Chapter Eight
Akira Comes Of Age
Birthdays are a very special time; a time of happy memories; a time of presents. And a very special gift indeed was to be young Akira’s marking the rite of passage on the day when the boy would become a man.
The private elevator glided up to the top floor in a whispered rush as Gresham managed to sneak a sideways glance at his attractive traveling companion — the tall good-looking blonde who stood perfectly still, facing the golden double doors. Her lean figure cut a neatly trim profile in that sharply-tailored business suit: her manner; calm, cool and collected as she clutched the briefcase holding her ever-present laptop with both hands held in front of her. If the woman was nervous she hid it well.
Gresham smiled to himself. He knew Kiyoshi-san would
