Chapter 13
Tokugen
Numataka stood in his plush, penthouse office and gazed out at the Tokyo skyline. His employees and competitors knew him a sakuta same –the deadly shark. For three decade she’d outguessed, outbid, and out advertised all the Japanese
competition; now he was on the brink of becoming a giant in the world
market as well.
He was about to close the biggest
deal of his life–a deal that would make his Numatech
Corp. the Microsoft
of the future. His blood was alive with the cool rush
of adrenaline. Business was war– and
war
was exciting.
Although
Tokugen Numataka
had been suspicious when the call had come three days ago, he now knew the
truth. He was blessed
with myouri –good fortune.
The
gods had chosen him.
* * *
“I have a copy of the Digital
Fortress pass-key,” the American
accent had said. “Would you like to buy
it?”
Numataka
had almost laughed aloud. He knew it was
a ploy.
Numatech Corp. had bid generously for Ensei Tankado’s
new algorithm, and now one of Numatech’s competitors was
playing games,
trying to find out the amount of the bid. “You have
the pass-key?” Numataka feigned
interest. “I do. My name is
North Dakota.”
Numataka
stifled a laugh. Everyone knew about North Dakota.
Tankado had told the press about his secret partner. It had been a wise move on Tankado’s
part to have a partner; even in Japan, business practices had become dishonorable. Ensei Tankado was not safe. But one false move by an overeager
firm, and the pass-key would be published; every software firm on the market
would suffer.
Numataka took a long pull on his Umami cigar and played along with the caller’s
pathetic charade.
“So
you’re selling your pass-key? Interesting. How does Ensei Tankado feel about
this?”
“I have no allegiance to Mr. Tankado.
Mr. Tankado was foolish to trust me. The pass-key
is worth hundreds of times what he
is paying me to handle it for him.”
“I’m sorry,” Numataka said. “Your pass-key
alone is worth nothing
to me. When Tankado finds
out what you’ve done, he will simply publish his copy, and
the market will be flooded.”
“You will
receive both pass-keys,” the voice said. “Mr. Tankado’s
and mine.”
Numataka covered the receiver and laughed aloud. He couldn’t
help asking. “How much are you
asking for both keys?”
“Twenty million U.S.
dollars.”
Twenty million was almost exactly what Numataka
had bid. “Twenty million?” He gasped in mock horror. “That’s
outrageous!”
“I’ve seen the algorithm. I assure
you it’s well worth it.”
No shit, thought
Numataka. It’s worth ten times that. “Unfortunately,” he said, tiring of the game, “we
both know Mr. Tankado would
never stand for this. Think of the
legal repercussions.”
The caller paused ominously. “What if Mr. Tankado were no longer a factor?”
Numataka wanted to laugh, but he noted an odd determination in the voice. “If Tankado were no longer a factor?” Numataka considered it. “Then you
and
I would have a deal.”
“I’ll be
in touch,” the voice said. The line went dead.
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