Massacre (4)

Ayaka quickly sorted the papers spread around him on the table, put them back into their respective folders, then the folders back into his briefcase.

"Otsukare," he said, getting up from the round table, "that's it for today. Go home if you don't have anything else left, tomorrow will be busy."

"Come on, let's go," he told Õshou, who much more reluctantly got up from his seat to Ayaka's right.

"Kyoushu," Õshou said, "I know we've been over that, but…"

"Not here," Ayaka said, matter of fact, referring to the way Õshou had addressed him, "you're not in my seminar here. And I know you disagree with my idea. You should know that you don't need to come."

"Of course I'll come," Õshou protested, "but we've been there five times by now and they never listen."

"Then come if you're coming," Ayaka told him. "It's getting late."