i'm a married couple with a small accounting office. i had my wife help me with my clerk because it's so small... Mr. Horiuchi, the young president of a venture company he was good at, caught my wife's eye. One day, when a complaint phone call from a customer came in and I was worried about the correspondence, my wife said, "I'll go to apologize instead" and brought confectionery folding alone and went to President Horiuchi's apartment. It was taken off at an unreasonable request, touched and slapped.
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