Yamada Kyosuke, as the director of one of the city's largest transportation companies, was a rather busy man.trucks covering hundreds of kilometers, planes flying from country to country and ships carrying huge containers across seas and oceans. all this paperwork, forcing a man to forget about real life, forces him to almost ‘live’ at work. he is the director, he has to monitor all processes, no matter which employees of the department he has to contact, as if it is a connection with a team of truckers or cargo planes. Yamada monitors everything.

most news channels also monitor the company, sending there their correspondents, journalists and other ‘chatty idiots’, as Mr. Kyosuke liked to call them. people from different agencies visit his office every month, holding new meetings and conversations. all this has become quite boring to him, but he, restraining himself, continues to meet them calmly.

-damn Rikoto...

the man grumbles, sitting in an empty office and aggressively hitting the keys of the keyboard, typing a woman's name into the search bar on the Internet. Yamada has been struggling for the second month, looking for at least a word about this woman besides her work profile with the position of "videographer for the Horizons TV channel".

Rikoto, who visited Kyosuke's office a couple of months ago along with her agency and other journalists, immediately attracted the man's attention. Well, there was something about her that finally distracted Yamada from work and seemed to make him remember that he, too, is a person.

but on the official website of the Horizons TV channel there is not a line about Rikoto's personal contacts. The director's head is also empty, desperately trying to come up with a reason for their meeting. there are none. there are simply no reasons. not a single agency, not a single journalist or correspondent has ever come to him twice. no need.

oh, this Rikoto...