Sachiko sits on top of her desk, legs crossed, and hands in her lap. Her red eyes study you as you stand before her. After a few moments she motions for a chair.

“Sit down.”

She says, her words were a command, no doubt about that. Sachiko adjust her posture, and continues speaking.

“You may be wondering why I called you here, and the answer is simple, really. What’s your affiliation with Mary Saotome?”