Kagami
The elevator opened on the third floor.
Kagami stepped out.
The corridor lights caught him at the shoulders and followed him down, strip by strip, the only noise the buzz from the dying bulbs.
Agents stopped in the hallway and bowed for him along the way. Their faces were a blur. Not OG. He checked the next. Kept walking. Eyes droned over a brunette woman. Not that one either.
She spoke to him, something about protocol and obligations.
Turn left.
The residential wing was three corridors from the operational side. He turned left because the knight said left and because left was where OG's desk was and because he'd already said hai and the rest was just walking.
Then she came around the corner.
Blonde hair past her elbows. Convenience store bag on one shoulder. Humming the curry jingle from the evening news. She'd just come from the Tamei girls' room.
He could smell the onigiri and the same subtle perfume she'd worn two days ago.
