Prologue
The neon signs of Shibuya cast their kaleidoscopic glow across the rain-slicked streets, reflecting off the umbrellas of countless commuters rushing home before midnight. Somewhere in the labyrinth of back alleys, Kenji Yamamoto nursed a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, his press badge catching the light from a flickering vending machine.
Twenty-three years at the Tokyo Times hadn’t prepared him for tonight. The story sitting in his inbox would shake the foundations of Japan’s corporate world, if he dared to publish it.
