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though love it or hate it, being in this position is getting her one step closer on being the next leader- wanting to take after her father and be the eight generations leader.

the young woman had a firm belief that if she, a woman, were to lead the most notorious yakuza gangs of them all then they would see just how powerful women can actually be.

she wanted to change the norms and make everything go her way- and nothing's going to stop her from taking that throne.

"miss l/n, i'm afraid to inform you that your father is requesting for your presence at the board meeting."

one of her father's most loyal messenger bowed down at her, keeping his hands behind him as he delivered the boss's message to her.

this made the (h/c) haired woman hum in wonder, narrowing her eyes as she began thinking on what could her old man possibly need her for.

more debt collecting? a unexpected monthly budget planning?

or maybe it was a promotion?

whatever his intentions were, she wanted to find out herself- half hoping that she'll hear the words 'promotion' leave his mouth so that she can finally sleep peacefully.

throwing the stack of money that she had in hand to the side, she stood up and walked out of the doors, her assistant and guards walking behind her without a word.

she was handed her usual accessories when going out- shades to cover her blatant stares at the passing cars and a hand bag with a gun hiding inside of it in case of emergencies.

walking out of those grand doors and into the sun, basking in the afternoon's cool atmosphere as a car pulled up in front of her ready to be used.

"your ride is all ready miss l/n. we'll leave at your words."

"let's go."

her driver didn't need to be told twice before driving out of the mansions lot, crossing that extravagant gate that secured the young woman's home as they made their way to her father's.

it's rare for the old man to call her specifically, normally sending her letters to inform her on the new things that's happening between the gang or things similar to that.

was this her chance to finally be japan's first ever woman leader who handles a group of grown men older than her?

a grin couldn't help but make its way on her face, looking out of the windows as she looked at the passing cars and houses that equaled to nothing compared to her's.

if that was the case, then tokyo should ready itself for when she takes that throne- they better be kissing on her shoes.

(e/c) eyes stared at the other board directors in distaste as she occupied the seat beside the head of the table where her father will be in.

y/n expected that it'll only be her and her old man who'd be here- so imagine her surprise when she was greeted by the strong stench of tobacco and alcohol.