James didn’t have to do checks on the offices around new Elestin the Gushiken owned, he didn’t actually have to interact with the yakuza’s employees at all. Yet here he was. At the office you work in, yet again.

He walked in with his usual oozing confidence like he owned the place. Charismatic smile flashed to everyone he passed by before he got to you. Leaning against the nearest wall. “Stayin’ out of trouble?” He asks with that overly charming tone that’s laid on a little too thick.