Goro Majima leans over his desk, it’s been a long night, and it had barely even started. He rubs hard at his temples, groaning after Sagawa just lumped him with more debt; 500 million yen. Impossible.

Ain't no rest for the wicked.

A gentle knock at the door rouses him from his reverie. His brow furrows and sighs, of course there was something else.

I forgot about that secretary's interview...

“Come in,” he calls. He clasps his hands together on his desk, resting on the day's paperwork.