The Promotion pt.1

It was a Saturday morning and Yamishi was relaxing in his room talking with Ryuk about the shinigami realm when out of nowhere the doorbell rang.

*Ding Dong*

The sound of the doorbell could be heard even from within Yamishi's room.

Yamishi already knew what the doorbell was ringing for. It would be his new clothing. Because he still didn't own a property for holding his stock, it was just delivered to his house. Luckily for Yamishi his parents' house was quite large when compared to most.

"Coming, just a sec!" As Yamishi walked down the stairs to the front door he called out to let the delivery man know he was home.

Once he reached the door and opened it he wasn't surprised to see a middle-aged man with a tablet and pen.

"Sign here and here thanks," the man said in a very monotone way.

Ignoring the delivery drivers bland way of speaking to him, Yamishi took the pen and signed his name.

The pair walked to the back of the truck and began unloading boxes. In total there were about 15 large boxes.

"Do you need help getting these inside?" asked the delivery driver who was a little stunned by the sheer number of boxes.

"Yeah sure, just help me bring them to the garage" replied Yamishi calmly.

The boxes were brought into the garage which Yamishi had now opened. Once all the boxes had been brought in the driver waved and went off on his way to continue work.

'Ahh, that's a lot of clothing, and thus a lot of money' Yamishi thought to himself with a smile.

Indeed this was going to pay a lot of money once it sold. The average price for each piece of clothing would cost around $8,000. In total, he had almost 700 pieces of clothing. That meant the profit after selling all his stock would be around 4.8 million dollars. This line of clothes wasn't for your average person and instead, were designed for the extremely wealthy.

It might have sounded like a bit of a stretch, but Yamishi knew for sure that the clothes would sell out in a week or less.

Yamishi closed his garage doors and began thinking to himself, 'I'll call Jin and get him to worry about the shipping and stuff. I should also create a promotion for the new line this afternoon. Jin's family owns a studio so that should work.'

To Yamishi Jin, his friend who had received a position in helping Yamishi's company was the perfect person to help with the promotion.

As Yamishi locked the front door he pulled out his phone and called up Jin. It was a quick talk and Jin had confirmed that he was free for today to help. They planned to meet up at 10:30 am at his families studio.

Until then Yamishi just wanted to relax for a bit. Maybe even go back to sleep since it was only 7 am and he was still a little tired.

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*Beep beep*

Yamishi's phone alarm went off. He sat up in his bed and checked the time to see it was now 10 am.

"Ahh, come on Ryuk, time to go to the studio," Yamishi said while yawning.

Yamishi opened the foot and began walking down the stairs.

"Can I have an apple Yamishi?" Asked the shinigami which followed Yamishi.

"Of course" he replied throwing an apple to Ryuk.

Yamishi walked around the house looking for his parents to drive him somewhere. Noticing nobody could be seen in the living area Yamishi called out to his parents, "Hey mum where are you!"

Yamishi was able to drive however he needed a licenced drivers supervision while driving for another week before he could receive his open licence.

It was only a few seconds before someone replied. "In the kitchen dear, " his mother replied with the heavenly voice of an angel.

Yamishi walked into the kitchen to see his mother alone. "Hey, mum can you drive me somewhere. I need to go to a friends studio."

Yamishi's mother nodded and grabbed her car keys and wallet. "Ok let's go," she said without question.

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The drive was quick and along the way, they talked about his sisters dropping grades and how she wished for him to tutor his sister. Of course, Yamishi could only oblige and agree to do so.

When they finally arrived Yamishi's mother waved and said "I'll be back when your done, just call me ok."

"Ok, see ya," Yamishi said as he waved back to his loving mother.

Yamishi walked into the studio with a backpack full of different clothes for the promotion.

Jin saw him and came over to say hi. Before long the two, with the assistance of an editor, created a promotion. This was indeed a very appealing promotion and would bring in sales like crazy. Some people really didn't understand how important a promotion could be, however, these people were certainly not those to believe in such things.

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The god of death must at least own one Death Note. That Death Note must never be lent to or written on by a human.

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A/N: Hey readers make sure to give this novel some stones. I'll try to make a part 2 to this soon so look forward to it!