105 Chapter 105
◎It started on the day I lost my memory◎
Chapter 105 [Starting from the Day I Lost My Memory]
"Hanami-sama, this is your office. The view is very wide. With the telescope, you can see the whole of Tokyo."
My wife Sayuri was led by Hamanaka So to the top floor of the entire office building. According to the elevator's floor display, this was the 64th floor.
The building is 330 meters tall, and Agatsuma Sayuri's office is located on the top floor. If a severe earthquake, fire, or other emergency were to occur and the elevator were disabled, the only way to escape quickly would be by parachute.
This is a height that even a fire ladder cannot reach.
Hamanaka Sou continued to introduce the company in a serious manner. "...The company's detailed documents are all on your desk. This desk is made of ebony, which is wear-resistant and insect-resistant, and very solid. We also have alternative materials such as cypress and cherry wood. If you are not satisfied with the style and color, you can change it..."
An overly detailed introduction can easily distract people. My wife, Sayuri, seemed to be listening intently, but in reality, she had already turned her attention away, taking in the office's surroundings.
Compared to the area of the entire floor, there are too few things in the office, and it is so empty that even talking echoes.
"What's the area of this floor?" Agatsuma Sayuri asked casually.
It had only been a short while since Hamanaka So had introduced this data, and he quickly replied, "4,500 square meters."
If you are trapped here and cannot go out, just walking around the room normally every day can ensure you get enough exercise every day.
To ensure the temperature here is suitable, the amount of electricity consumed every day is astronomical for ordinary people.
What a luxury!
But the better the conditions were, the more confused Agatsuma Sayuri became about why the boss would hand this place over to her so easily.
So she interrupted Hamanaka So's long but meaningless introduction for the second time, "What was the order you received? How did you introduce me?"
Bin Zhongcao hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief again. The handkerchief was obviously soaked with sweat and became limp.
"I have been ordered to brief you on the current status of the group. From now on, I will follow your instructions."
"Didn't you tell me who I was?"
"That's all I can say about you being 'Hanamizu'-sama.'"
Agatsuma Sayuri tapped the tabletop several times with her index finger, doubts accumulating in her mind.
"I understand. I'll look at the documents first and call you if I need anything."
Perhaps because he had fallen into a familiar rhythm, Binzhong Cao was much calmer. "Okay. If you need anything, just press the call bell and the call will be connected to the secretariat."
My wife Sayuri is not used to this rhythm yet. When she wants to find someone, she doesn't call the target person directly, but asks the secretary to convey the message.
Seeing Hamanaka Sou leave, it was not only Hamanaka Sou who breathed a sigh of relief, but also Agatsuma Sayuri.
She pulled over the boss chair and sat down, her whole body immediately sinking into the soft wrapping feeling.
The person who was just about to start "working" at the table stood up again.
She couldn't tell if she wasn't used to the chair, or if it was just too fancy. Sitting in it, she couldn't even concentrate, let alone work, and immediately felt sleepy.
What’s the difference between them and cows and horses that start yawning as soon as they sit at their work posts?
If you want to do anything serious, you absolutely cannot sit on this chair.
Agatsuma Sayuri looked at the leather-covered chair as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
She walked half a circle, picked up the file from the other side of the desk, and leaned over it to read.
The first page is the company name and address, followed by business scope, registered capital...
Until she saw the name "Sayuri Agatsuma" listed in the shareholder's name column, Sayuri Agatsuma was still not sure that she had really become a shareholder of the company.
However, on the desk were also written documents such as the share transfer agreement and the company shareholder change registration application. Each one was personally signed by my wife Sayuri.
She herself had no recollection of signing it.
"Was it signed by a clone? What a shame! If I could sign it myself, every stroke would be filled with a sense of accomplishment." Agatsuma Sayuri couldn't help but think so.
However, when the clone that signed the signature disappears, Agatsuma Sayuri will also gain that memory and sense of accomplishment, so she doesn't have many regrets.
Even with these documents, my wife Sayuri still felt unsafe, so she went to the company's website and the registration website's public announcement interface to look for relevant content, and even the company's stock dynamics column became the target of her investigation.
My name is displayed everywhere...
[The organization, no, the boss is actually serious? ]
[Did he really make me a major shareholder of the Karasuma Group? ]
Agatsuma Sayuri felt an inexplicable sense of confusion in her heart, and was also worried about the strange developments and the fate of the world that deviated from the original world line.
Putting down the documents, Sayuri Agatsuma silently sent her findings to the Agatsuma family via email.
[From Agatsuma Sayuri: I am already the largest shareholder of the Karasuma Group, holding 67% of the shares.]
After watching the email sending animation finish, Agatsuma Sayuri turned her gaze back to the thick pile of documents.
Now that she was already here, she decided to learn a little more about the company.
But before that...
She pressed the call bell on the phone.
The call was picked up on the first ring.
Without hesitation, she ordered, "Please give me a chair suitable for work."
It seemed as if this requirement had been stated countless times before.
The staff arrived as quickly as if the next second, and they even moved several chairs of different styles for my wife Sayuri to choose from.
After creating a comfortable working environment for herself, the girl sat down at her desk again and picked up the documents.
This time, she read the entire document from beginning to end.
There were so many documents that she lost track of time. The secretariat called her and asked if she was dining out or needed lunch delivered to the office.
My wife Sayuri quickly checked the time and found that it was already 12:30 and she didn't feel hungry at all.
"I'm going out to eat." After refusing the food delivery service, my wife Sayuri closed the documents and prepared to pack up and go out.
During this simple action, she suddenly noticed the heading of the rules and regulations document. At the top of each rule and regulation was the person who drafted the document, the drafting time, the edition, the date of the first edition, and the date of this revision.
The date displayed in the "Date of this revision" is the beginning of my wife Sayuri's memory, which is the day when she lost all her memories of the past.
At that time, she must have been alone and helpless on the streets of Tokyo, unable to even fully understand what others said, and was in a state of confusion.
"No, that's not right. These documents were all signed by my clone. So, my clone has been the absolute controlling shareholder of the Karasuma Group for over a year now?"
So, what exactly has this clone been doing for over a year? Why hasn't he just made the organization disappear?
During the operation of my wife's family, they did not feel that the organization had let them off the hook, nor did they feel that the organization was wary of them.
But if Agatsuma Sayuri puts herself in his shoes, will she really not interfere in the affairs of the organization at all after she is able to fully control the operational direction of the Karasuma Group?
Even if I could just save the Miyano family...
[Could it be that... the Miyano couple didn't die, but were saved by this clone? ]
This idea is like a flame, burning through every cell in the body, making both the body and mind feel comfortable.
Ever since she'd jokingly proposed acquiring the Karasuma Group and received approval, she'd been plagued by doubts and anxieties. As time passed, she didn't solve the mystery, but these emotions turned into pressure, becoming even more depressing.
The sudden idea became the needle that pierced through her repression, allowing her to break free from the terrible thoughts.
She had wondered why my wife's family had been able to remain hidden for so long and why they believed in themselves so much.
If Agatsuma Sayuri in the past had been as wise and resourceful as a beacon, and as calm and intelligent as a guiding light, then it would be understandable that everyone would trust and rely on her.
It sounded like she was praising herself, so Agatsuma Sayuri laughed at herself and continued her plan of going out to eat.
This time, she called Kenji Hagiwara, who was waiting nearby: "Hagiwara, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'll be right there."
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Agatsuma Sayuri picked up a piece of pizza, trying her best to prevent the cheese from escaping to the other slices, and listened to Hagihara Kenji's analysis and summary.
"So Kosayuri became the absolute controlling shareholder of the Karasuma Group a year ago? Then who has been running the company for this entire year?"
Kenji Hagiwara took off his suit jacket and even untied his tie, wearing only a thin shirt. He picked up a fried shrimp with a relaxed expression and ate it whole in one bite.
"Are there professional managers? I haven't seen that part yet."
"Don't major decisions require the signatures of shareholders?" He picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and devoured it in one gulp.
"Ah...but the original share transfer contract was signed by the clone. Letting the clone continue...huh?"
"That's impossible. If Sayuri's clone is always in the company, there's no way the employees wouldn't know you."
"It's also possible that the clone doesn't look much like me." Sayuri Agatsuma was referring to the clone she created when she was wearing imitation makeup. At that time, the clone could even change gender.
"That's even more wrong. Changes in shareholders require verification of one's identity."
The two men picked up adjacent pizzas and engaged in a cheese war in between serious conversations - naturally, it ended with Kenji Hagiwara offering the spoils.
"This doesn't explain why the boss handed the Karasuma Group over to you, nor does it explain who has been controlling the Karasuma Group for the past year."
Because they were too close to the office building of the Karasuma Group, and he was afraid that there were employees of the company dining nearby, Hagiwara Kenji lowered his voice.
My wife Sayuri bit off a piece of dough filled with stuffing, and her face was almost wrinkled with endless thoughts.
Perhaps because she had tasted the delicious part, a light bulb suddenly flashed in her mind, "Could it be that?"
She gestured, almost unable to speak clearly in a hurry, "Do you remember, I have been wearing cosplay makeup for a while."
In fact, there is no need for others to remember that my wife Sayuri often wears heavy makeup now.
But wearing heavy makeup frequently and wearing makeup that makes it difficult to see your face are two different things.
"Hagiwara, you once asked me to stop wearing makeup and be natural for a while. Why?"
"...Um, didn't you say that? If you wanted your memory to recover quickly..."
"That's what 'the me who didn't lose my memory' said," Agatsuma Sayuri said firmly.
Hagiwara Kenji's silence expressed his assent.
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