Suo Nagamoto, a programmer at , has had ups and downs in the past four years. But now, at the request of Takashi Nishiyama himself, he has been tasked to iate a sequel for the game Street Fighter. Ironically, this is something he hesitates to do. The waters seem murky as Lux ics, the pany, only sent a letter asking for the game's profits. Now, as a major video game produ house, ID Software, Suo is skeptical about the iation, a se tradicted by Takashi, who uands the capitalist nature of the pany, always iing in various industries.

  Takashi, a Japanese man who migrated to America for work, a highly educated individual, as reflected in his words and calm demeanor, and with skills that don't o be funted, entrusted Suo with this task.

  -All iations are already pleted. I spoke personally with the CEO, and she will receive us week. - said Takashi calmly, pausing his words. - Brih Killian to be part of the meeting; he o gain fidend experien these business matters. - said the head of the creative department a few days ago.

  Here were Suo Nagatomo, Seth Killian, and Joey Crismon, the pany's wyer, a small group of novices unfamiliar with iations.

  It was so surprising that they arrived unprepared before the pany's teddy bear, Raimon Green. He could only be sidered the great game creator for the pany. He had spent a week chatting on the phoh all his friends about a possible sequel to Samurai Jack. Billy's ph so many times that he answered it and chatted for a while despite his insistence.

  Once again, Raimon with a tie had disappeared. He was wearing a Lion King t-shirt, Lion King shorts, and explorer-style boots, giving him an explorer-like appearance. His beardless posture caused Rachel to hit her forehead at how ridiculous he looked. She noted in her agenda her pn to propose a dress code at the pany, highlighting neon yellow, shorts, and short pants, with a prohibited symbol.

  -The folks have arrived. - said Dave from the door.

  -Sure, give me a sed. - said Raimon, cheg Billy's stocks oable along with other folders, numer ptforms, the video game franchise, and Luxtoons, the V el.

  -Go now. You'll check that ter. - said, Rachel.

  Raimon turned his chair and made a foolish face, which he only did for Rachel, attempting to imitate his brother. -You're an idiot. - said Raimon, just as his brother used to say, only to receive a flying tape that hit him in the neck.

  -Watouth; I tolerate your ridiculous pants, but no one calls me stupid. - said, Rachel.

  Words that fell on deaf ears as she had already left the room. With the fear of another retaliation from Rachel, who had risen, breathing heavily, her hair was now disheveled.

  All of this was observed by Felicity Thompson, who was rarely found in the office. -You two have a lot of built-up sexual tension. - said Felicity, sarcastically.

  -Sorry! - said Rachel, softly, totally embarrassed, her colorful state now due to Felicity's words.

  -You know how to hit where it hurts. - said Felicity.

  Rachel's heart sank to the floor, sitting down robotically, causing some happiness in Felicity.

  Raimon ran quickly around the er, almost crashing into Mr. Cloud, who was holding some files. -This is not elementary school, Raimon, you don't have to run. - said Mr. Cloud, following his path.

  -Everyone is crazy today. - whispered Raimon, walking to the gss office, despite the numerous scoldings he had received. Although he had only brought the outfit to annoy Rachel, he felt that luck had not been on his side. Perhaps ime, a hoodie would be a better choice.

  As Dave mentioned, Raimon could see at the other end, three men in suits waiting. This brought him joy; people always went crazy when they saw his way of entering. As long as the other party hem, he could dress however he wanted. Passing the long corridor, he ehe gss room, the room par excellenportaings. He pulled the curtains on one side, cutting off the view of the workers, and shook hands firmly with the people.

  -It's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Raimon Green, the pany's Director of Operations and in charge of the video game sector. - said Raimon.

  For Seth Killian and Suo Nagatomo, it was exasperating to see this man fidently in such attire. But for Joey, it was an insult. As a traditional wyer, he wao escape the moment he saw the other party enter.

  Seth Killian, much more detail-oriented, noticed that it was the pany's new movie, The Lion King, but those outfits he hadn't seen on the market.

  -Pleasure to meet you, Raimon. I'm Suo Nagatomo, in charge of the previous Samurai Jack project. -

  -What a pleasure and what a great job! - said Raimon, shaking his hand again.

  Joey's throat clearing woke everyone from their reverie. He wao leave as soon as possible.

  -Of course, let's start with the iation. First and foremost, I want to say on behalf of Lux ics that we regret having ed the retionship. But the boss has been very busy; panies have beeed, projects executed, and of course, it's that we're ung a television el. Even from the meeting's scheduling, I thought about a sed game. I did a field study on all the advantages and disadvantages of the previous game, Samurai Jack. - said Raimon, handing out a folder, one for each party.

  -Does that mean you're willing to tinue trag with ? - said Suo, seeing the willingness of the parties.

  -Of course, as long as we handle simir terms to the previous tracts. - said Raimon.

  -Meaning 25% of profits, an iment of two million dolrs, and assistan advertising. - said Suo.

  -Correct, correct. Furthermore, we hope you improve the 2D graphics, so the iment of four million is at your disposal. Of course, as long as you take into at the details in the folder I just handed yarding the gamepy of the game. - said Raimon.

  Suo nodded, reading, to read, what was a series of reviews, graphieer articles, and finally, a summary. - This is iing, but it's very scattered information. If we focus on so many things, the game may lose the satisfa of the first one. - said Suo.

  -I uand; they are just suggestions. But now that you mention it, it boils down to three important points. The game must follow the same open-world format, sedly, the 2D dungeon gamepy must remain the same, simir to the Megaman franchise. And thirdly, I would like to implement Street Fighter-style fights against bosses at the end of levels. This st one was requested by Billy himself. - said Raimon.

  -That sounds more logical; I'll take note of the points you just mentioned. With the iment provided by you, I think we rea agreement. - said Suo.

  -Yep, by the way. - nodded Raimon, remembering. - You create aname; we're talking about Toy Story and Hercules, pany movies. We hope you open up to basiats. - said Raimon.

  -Ohhhh. - said Suo.

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  Thomas breathed calmly from his chair, the evident dark circles in his eyes showed clear signs of ck of sleep. But he swallowed it all and focused on his work and his home. He found no opportunity to calm his mencholy other than with sips of love, in the nights or afternoons of refle in his armchair, with a beer in hand.

  -Sir, your wife is in the living room. - said Yamile, the assistant, for quite some time now.

  -Bring her in. - said Thomas, somewhat tired of the Branovien's drama.

  There was Ivanovna Branovich, with her chubby belly, looking u, and disfort evident in her walk. Even before she murmured something, Thomas closed her off with his hand, and the woman stopped everything she had in her heart.

  Thomas finished anizing his papers for ahirty minutes, while Ivanoved in her seat. For the st four months, she had only dreamed a cigarette, something that diminished now when the cigarette smoke made her vomit breakfast, lunch, and dinner in one go. But there was still that feeling of reproa her heart, of smoking a cigarette, like a memory that soothed her ay from a young age.

  -You did what I asked. - said Thomas, as mandatory as ever.

  -Yes, I found some nice houses, but they are of a high price. There's a somewhat distant suburb, but it meets all the requirements, a citadel of houses, security, and five bedrooms. - said Ivanova.

  Currently, the Carsons live in Willow Glen.

  -Money is not a problem; the house is not for me, it's for Billy. We'll settle in Willow Glen, as we always have. I'm not leaving this house, Livy; it's for my son. - said Thomas.

  -Why do you want such a big house? - asked Ivanova.

  -It's security, Livy, the most important thing is security. - said Thomas.

  -Calm down. - said Livy.

  -I didn't find anything remarkable, but there's a building in Satana Row. - joked Livy.

  It wouldn't be a bad idea. - said Thomas.

  -Why would you want a building, Carson? Wake up. - Livy told him, from her seat.

  -Well, it's not all for Billy. We bought the building o; there's a store on the ground floor for rent. We make a penthouse; the lower floors be luxury apartments. The area has started to gain some exclusivity; let's make the area even more exclusive. - said Thomas.

  Livy loved seeing that decision, the decision to take charge.

  -It's not rushed. - said Livy.

  -There's nothing rushed. Call the real estate agent; I want the building by tomorrow. - said Thomas.

  The order awakened primal instincts in Livy. Could it be the hormones?

  -My love, I'm pregnant. - said Livy, moving her hips towards Thomas' table, eager to start the libertihat had them both trapped.

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