Thursday Night-Early Friday Morning:

Ida returned to her table near the window in the French restaurant. Her party, some mobsters from the Yakuza, looked up at her. The woman cleared her throat.

“Sorry about that,” she said as she bowed her head. “An employee of mine called and said that she found some documents of mine.” The mobsters eyed her oddly.

“What did they say?” asked a guy with a scar under his right eye.

“Nothing much,” she replied. “Just that they found some inconstancies. I told them that I would take care of it.” She took her seat at the table. The guys didn’t like what they heard. Another woman at the table lowered her glass.

“And how do you plan to do that?” she asked. Ida flashed a small smile at her boss.

“I have a plan,” she said. “But I will need your help.”

“Oh really?” a thin man in black asked. The boss woman in red held up her hand to him.

“Izumi-san, please,” she cut in. The thin man calmed down some. The woman turned back to Ida.

“What exactly are you planning?” she asked. Ida sat up a bit.

“Well,” she said. “I’m inviting my three employees over to my beach house this weekend. While they are there, they’ll meet with a little accident and that’ll be that.”

“And?” scarred-face asked.

“I need your help,” she said. The woman leaned in close to the mobsters.

“I need you to help cause that accident,” she whispered. “Please?” The mobsters all thought about that request for a moment. Then, the boss held out her hand.

“We will see what we can do,” she said. Ida sat back with a smile on her face.

“I thank you,” she said as she bowed her head.

“Anything you like,” the boss said. The dinner meeting went on without anymore incident. Ida paid her portion of the bill and left when she was finished. Izumi turned to the boss once she was gone.

“What should we do, boss?” he asked. The woman in red finished her wine.

“Forget the three girls,” she said. “Kill Ida.” The boys gave her a shocked and confused look.

“Boss?” scarred face asked. The woman set down her chopsticks.

“She’s getting too careless and full of herself,” she reasoned. “Plus, I think she’s sleeping with my son.” The boys all went silent as they nodded. Nothing could be a mother’s love in the end. The woman in red gracefully put her slender hand in the hand.

“Check please!” she commanded. The mobsters all looked at each other. That serious, huh?

By midnight, Ida made it back to her house in Okinawa. She looked around the darkened rooms. The woman smirked as she built up her plan in her head.

Perfect!, she thought. Just get rid of those three and I’m in the clear! Ida unlocked her office and went inside. The woman sat down at her desk and pulled open her drawers to set everything in motion. However…

STAB! She didn’t make a sound. She just sat there at her desk with her eyes open. The ice pick went deep into an important vein. A black gloved reached forward and checked for a pulse. Mission accomplished. The hand pulled out the ice pick and left.

Yamamoto Ida was dead.