Detained in NYC
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Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - An artist is caught up in the dragnet.
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Wherever she was, whatever she was going through- was she in trouble?- he wanted to help her. He’d tried to before. There was the time she got her review for part-time work she’d done for a clothing designer. Everybody on the team had gotten one and we’d seen some of the others. Akemi tried not to let on that she was worried; probably no one else would have noticed but I did; We’d lived together long enough I was able to read the subtle signs; I could see her tension (slight tightening of her face, restricting her expression of other feelings as if to ensure that one not come one. When the report arrived, delivered like a canape at a party, it was in Japanese (the company was a small Japanese firm) and of course I couldn’t read much- Akemi handed the paper to me anyway, an unnecessary move possibly showing she was less in control than usual. I’d learned some but progress is slow in that difficult language. Mine had stalled. I’d given up for all intents and purposes.
I’d figured out that the key part of the performance review was at the very end, a summary, and took a look. There were words I recognized but not a lot. I knew Japanese is very indirect, especially for sensitive matters like this, where people’s feelings are involved. You have to sort of take in the whole and gather the overall effect, the gist, like looking through a hail storm and trying to make out shapes in the clouds- my experience, anyway, as a learner- native speakers’ must be very different. I could sense in this case the conclusion the report reached wasn’t good and when I asked Akemi she confirmed that. She was upset yet stoic. I tried to help but understood there was little chance of making a difference. She owns her feelings, is the best way I can put it, doesn’t let others in when she’s working them through, counts on herself only.
I went so far as to suggest misogyny was in play. The owners of the company, one man near us then- this all happened at a gathering to mark the end of a project long in the works- were gay, including or especially the guy in view, circulating now- he had come over to talk to Akemi, to make my acquaintance- good of him, treating Akemi his employee well. Tall in a cheerfully gray suit, cheerful but dignified, and fashionable (naturally; it was a clothing design firm); gray haired, older, maybe close to seventy, it was hard to tell, could also have been early fifties- I can’t read Asian ages. In my words to Akemi, I implied, no doubt unfairly, that he may have resented her because she was a woman and young and attractive- the critical review a case of “ijime” or bullying, apparently a fairly common thing in Japan, recognized as an intractable social problem. The guy was very gracious to me, by the way, and Akemi as open to him as to anyone; yes, she kept her feelings in check, behaved as the consummate professional,
“Maybe they” (that director and the others) are picking on you,” I said gently. Akemi wouldn’t consider the idea, stayed silent, refusing to deflect responsibility. She can be hard on herself, anyway has great integrity I admire. And of course I wasn’t able to evaluate the work she’d done at that job.