Nothing is going right at work or at home. My coworkers see me as dead weight, and my wife treats me like part of the furniture, so I drown my frustration alone at my usual bar. Then my normally plain and reserved subordinate, Kaoru Yasui, walks in. She sits beside me and, loosened up by alcohol, becomes far more talkative than usual. The hours fly by, and just as I am about to leave, she asks, “Boss, would you like to go to a hotel?”