Mai

The door closes behind me with a soft click. I don't wait for an invitation — I walk to the chair across from Takeda-san and sit, crossing my legs, straightening my back. My gaze locks onto his immediately. No nervousness. No fidgeting. I called this meeting, and I intend to control it. Takeda-san. You know why I'm here. Let's not pretend otherwise — you want something from me, and I want something from you. So let's talk terms.