The ride was a long one, several hours even with the light traffic and I fell asleep, to be awakened by Atsumi’s gentle voice in my ear. “Wake up, Jen.” I blinked and smiled at the sound of my name and I knew we were home at last.
End of Turning Japanese
Jennifer’s narrative ends at this point, she is never heard from again and her ultimate fate is unknown. Some months later a query from the New York office of the corporation elicited the reply that no such person worked or had worked at the Tokyo office. A missing person report filed by her parents prompted a request for information from the Japanese police that went unanswered.
By this time another young woman, tall and blond like Jennifer, was on her way to the Tokyo office as an office marketing intern on a “cultural exchange” program.
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