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Mikio paced the floor behind the sofa as he flipped through the blue-backed pages of the contract. He’d gone over them a couple days ago, and everything seemed to be in order. All of the noted addendums had been added to the final draft, and it was ready to be signed and filed. “Hai,” he replied, glancing over at the television.