What about Minoura?

In a black Toyota SUV sat the boss, Williams Brown. He still had the small white envelop in his hands, his driver sat, driving quietly. His eyes were fixed on the letter which he held on the other hand.

“Are you okay sir?” the driver asked as he stole a glance at his boss from the rear-view mirror.

When his boss nodded slowly, he realized that he really wasn’t okay, but he didn’t want to bug him more, so he silently drove the car, until they got to the house. Will Brown quickly stepped out of the car and walked in impatiently.

His wife on hearing the main door open, walked out of the kitchen with a small towel drying her hands.

“Welcome dear, you’re home early is everything okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine” he replied before he walked in. She stood at the spot, with a confused look on her face.

The man banged his room door behind him. He was panting hard. He walked to the bed and sat on it.

“Minoura...Minoura...Minoura...” he repeatedly said while pacing around the room.