90-Day Geisha: My Time as a Tokyo Hostess by Haywood Chelsea

Author:Haywood, Chelsea [Haywood, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781453217696
Publisher: Pegasus Books
Published: 2011-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

EXACTLY THE HALFWAY POINT

I could feel the liquid build-up under my left eye as the noise assembled into words, loud and fast. My mind was shocked into consciousness, the music mingling with the low buzz of an electric razor and the acute pounding in my cerebral cortex. Oh God. 50 Cent, shut up. I like you, but honestly, now is not the time. My body was stuck to the mattress like poured cement. Soon Matt was smooching my face, telling me I had to get up to finish shaving his head. ‘C’mon, I gotta go to work soon.’

‘Just a minute, please. Chotto matte kudasai!’ Give me one second to scrape myself into something that resembled an actual living organism. So he turned up the volume and sat on the edge of the tub, talking about some custom rims on a something-or-other car he saw somewhere. I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention. All I could think of was getting back to sleep. I mean, fifteen hours? That wasn’t enough.

As soon as the door closed, my eyes were shut.

I wonder what Yoshi is doing. It would have been compulsory for him to show up to the office this morning, all Valentino suit and Armani tie. I bet he’d felt terrible, and without a doubt he’d be on something, but he’d look impeccable. The crazy bastard. I wonder when he’ll call again. He’d left massive latitude for variation over lunch in Kyoto. Something about a really busy week ahead. No, he’d said incredibly busy. An unprofitable golf course outside Barcelona was having major employee problems, and since he’d been there three months ago to try to iron things out, the situation had only got worse. Yoshi hated the whole thing, but as an obligation of his father’s it meant that he, the dutiful son, had to sort it out. Of course he blamed the Spanish and their laziness for the golf course’s problems, but he obliged his familial contract. Yoshi was a good boy, and he loved his mommy.

The phone rang. ‘Hey, you awake?’ It was Matt. ‘What does Yoshi look like? I think he’s sittin’ right next to me. He wears Armani, right?’

‘Yeah, sure, but so do a lot of Japanese. What kind of criterion is that?’

‘I don’t know. I’ve just got a sixth sense it’s him. Small glasses?’

‘Yeah, he has little eyes, small glasses, receding hairline but slick hair. His watch is a Rolex GMT Master II, the one with the red and blue bezel. Can you see it? What else? Let me think … perfect shoes? Does he have a tiny phone?’

‘A what? Tiny phone? No, it’s not tiny. Yeah, I think it’s him. He’s sittin’ with a Japanese girl in Starbucks, but he’s inside and I’m outside.’

‘I don’t think it would be him. I doubt Yoshi’s interests lie in Japanese women, or that he’d take them to Starbucks. He’s probably still at the office. He is Japanese.’

‘Hmmm, he’s tanned, like dark Japanese, with small, brown-rimmed glasses …’

‘Yeah maybe.

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