"I want you, Jason-san."  Hanagiri folds his hands in front of him and keeps a rather calm exterior.  He could tell this was no fault of Komoaki's and already detested this man.  Reguardless of his disposition, he wanted him to drive and needed the skill.  "I'd like you to race for me.  In return, you will recieve all your prize winnings and a monthly payment of six-thousand yen."<br/><br/>Mr. Hanagiri was a man of business and knew, or thought he knew, at which pace to make his proposal.  He laid out each detail brick by brick so that he could make decisions as they arose.  He knew that the first rule of poker was "do anything to prevent your hand from leaking onto the table".