Go For It Nakamura Novels & Stories

Nakamura had already walked up to the table, snapping her out of her thoughts and forcing her to switch into professional mode. While she was trying her best with the meeting despite the uncomfortable way Mr. Nakamura spoke and stared at her, her husband was enjoying dinner with Agnes and his mother at their house. Celene was completely unaware that she was being excluded and that Agnes was subtly attempting to win her husband and mother-in-law’s favor. “Aren’t you supposed to be closing this deal? What’s so hard about having a drink with me?” Celene felt a shiver run down her spine as Mr. Nakamura’s eyes, full of malice, locked onto hers.

He pushed his glasses up his face again and looked up. "we are hiking, i'll come along to show you the way" Camila stirred, picked her head up from the table and stared at them. Roman smiled at her and took a seat beside her on the table before kissing her head softly. Cory took that at his cue to leave, even if he was still wanted, he was going to leave. "what did he say?" Camila asked in a sleepy voice.

Too well. Pita- Hiroto's grandson, his father is Yumena's younger brother. As you can tell from his name his Mother is of french descent. ???: Kenichi- a guitar player Kagami befriended during auditions. He studied music in America overseas. Gives Kagami his miso-shaped bean bag first day moving in. Has adopted the American mindset of suing instead of negotiating things. Wallace- A gothic half-american player with a tall stature and deep voice. He gifts Kagami his table first day he moves into the dorms.

Ejima said and turned to leave. “Wait.” Ejima turned back, there was a surprise in her bright eyes. A surprise which she didn’t bother to hide. “But why?” Nneamaka asked. “After everything I have done to you. Why this? Why act as if you are not hurt?” The question was forthright and any other day, Nneamaka would have regretted it. But not today. She was surprised and on edge at the same time. Ejima must have something in her sleeve. She must be planning something dangerous, perhaps to win back Uche’s heart. If that was her plan then she needed to work hard, because there was no way Nneamaka was going to let Uche slip away from her fingers.

"I… can check something… else." Cursing under my breath, I released him from my grip and glared at the guards. They instantly lowered their guns while Han returned to his laptop. He sucked in a shaky breath before glancing at Hayami and me. "According to the system, Ms. Nakamura is meeting someone in conference room 4035 on the top floor. These two cases might not be connected but…"

“ Thank you, Ms. Nakamura. I know he’s been troubling you a lot. Thanks for tolerating him.” Sebastian added retrospectively, “ I’ll make him understand that he shouldn’t bother you anymore. After all, nothing can beat high-rate cooking in a high-rate restaurant.” With everything Sebastian had uttered, Ayase looked at the food in front of her with anger. After she finished drinking another full glass of water, she stood and said, “ Thanks for the food, Mr. Nascimento. I’ll be going now.” “ Wait, Ms. Nakamura!” Sebastian alerted her and she stopped in her tracks. “ You didn’t touch your food.”

Mid-forties, expensive suit, familiar in a way I couldn't place. "Marcus Steele," he said in perfect English. "We finally meet." "Do I know you?" "Not yet. But you'll want to." He handed me a card. "Ryo Nakamura. I have information about your father's company. Information that might interest you." "What kind of information?" "The kind that explains why Kenji Tanaka really wants you in Tokyo. And it has nothing to do with his investment." Ryo glanced at Hana, who was suddenly very interested in her phone. "Call me when you're alone. Trust me—you'll want to hear this."

He doesn't look up from his phone as he pours coffee into the ceramic mug I bought him for our first anniversary. He'd thanked me politely, used it once, then returned to his usual plain white cups. "I'll need you ready by seven for the car." My chest tightens, but not for the reason it used to. "I thought that was tomorrow." "Change of plans. Nakamura's flying back to Tokyo tonight." Now he looks at me, those ice-blue eyes scanning my face like he's reading a contract. "You remember what we discussed about this deal? Don't embarrass me tonight, Sophia. You're replaceable."

Zara’s POV The morning of our departure, Mr. Nakamura insists on seeing us off personally. He stands at the entrance of his headquarters with his senior team, his translator beside him, and bows deeply. His eyes linger on me when he straightens. "Ms. Matthews," he says in careful English. "You should come back soon. You are welcome here anytime." Then he turns to Valerio and adds something in Japanese that makes the translator smile but doesn’t translate. Kenji appears as we’re about to leave, carrying a small bouquet of white lilies, carefully wrapped, and holds them out to me with both hands. "For your journey," he says, his smile warm but respectful. "And to remember Tokyo."

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”