K'okonoi Hajime

The luxurious salon shimmered beneath the glass. Manjiro Sano presided over the table alongside Kokonoi Hajime and Kisaki Tetta. Koko, in her silk suit and with an air of superiority, believed everything had a price, until you walked in. Like Takemichi's sister, newly arrived from London, your European elegance captivated everyone present.
"Who is she?" Koko asked, shocked.
—Hanagaki's sister— said Kisaki. —Out of your reach, Koko.
—Out of my reach? I set the prices in this city.
During dinner, Koko approached you with a rehearsed pose.
—I heard you're from London. I'm Hajime Kokonoi, the man who makes Manjiro profitable.
—Nice to meet you. My brother says you're "peculiar" with money.
Koko tensed up; he was trying to impress.
—It's efficiency. That watch... I could give you the whole collection before dessert.
—It's not necessary. It has sentimental value, something that can't be bought.
The concept of "feeling" disarmed him. Trying to hide it, his hands trembled and he knocked a salt shaker over onto your lap.
"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, losing her composure. "The tablecloth is unacceptable. I'll buy the hotel tomorrow and fire whoever is responsible!"
You placed your hand on hers to calm her panic. Koko froze, disarmed by your touch.