“You’ve got a nice company here, and it’s in an attractive neighborhood. As such, I’d like to buy if from you”

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Fukuzawa sat in his office, across a table from the Anerican Francis Fitzgerald. Behind Fitzgerald stood two of his associates; Lucy Maud Montgomery and James L, meanwhile Fukuzawa was only accompanied by his clerk, Naomi. Fitzgerald opened a case, revealing millions of dollars worth of USD bills. Fukuzawa didn’t bother to look down, not interested- he simply let the blonde man continue on Fitzgerald: “Don’t misunderstand, it’s not the building I’m interested in… I want your gifted business permit.” Fukuzawa’s eyes widened, a look of annoyance overtaking his usually strictly stoic expression. Naomi, in the background, set her jaw, also notably annoyed by the fact Fitzgerald: “You see, for an organization of ability users to function, they need permission from a certain branch of my ministry of home affairs… those fools are about the only ones you can’t buy with money. We are a secret society that officially doesn’t even exist!” Fitzgerald remarked, crossing his legs. Despite the fact that he was proposing the end of the Armed Detective Agency, he was still as laidbacksicle as ever Fitzgerald: “If we’d like something in this city, we’d rather not rile the ministry while we’re at it. The permit would allow us to-“ Fukuzawa: “I refuse.”