“Let’s go have lunch, Sorahiko”. Miyamura slams the documents he’s been screening on the table and rises with a grin. 

“We still haven’t outlined the details to finalize the deal with Minghyuan industries, Miyamura”. Sorahiko shoots him down dryly. “Please, return to your seat”. 

“We can do that later, can’t we?”. He grins shamelessly. “It’s lunchtime and I’m hungry. In fact, I’m starving so much I think my intestines are devouring my stomach”. 

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