<div class="floatleft">(https://storage.googleapis.com/pod_public/750/147860.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Mai Ishikawa (Naomi's mother)</em><br/><strong>Date | Location:</strong><em>Sunny Afternoon | Japan, Ishihawa Estate, The Garden</em><br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong><em>Light Kimono predominantly red sakura with white background and matching obi</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Evie Connors</em><br/><strong>Warning:</strong><em>Mention of domestic abuse</em><hr/><br/>Mai bowed deeply,<strong> “Yes, go-shujin-sama”</strong>. There was fear in her eyes. Not for herself but for her daughter. Her husband was a sociopath. There was no reasoning with him. Everyone feared him.  Personally, she did not care about her safety or her life, but she had Naomi now. Previously, it was Evie that kept her from running. The threat to her first love, but now, Evie was right in front of her. Not safe. She wanted to take Evie in her arms and kick her out of the hell she was stuck in. Memories of the mutilation of the last bodyguard and family were plain cruel and unjustified. At least Naomi was not forced to watch it happen, unlike herself.<br/><br/>Mai placed Evie’s teacup on the serving tray but refilled her husband’s teacup and left the “tea snacks” on the table just in case. If he wanted it removed, he will tell her. She then stood up gracefully, even in the restrictiveness of her kimono.<strong>“If you would follow me, Evie. I will introduce you to my daughter Naomi. She is but three now. Please.”</strong>She gestured as waited patiently for Evie to stand, giving another bow to her husband she turned and walked back towards the main building.<br/><br/><strong>“As you can see Evie, I can call you Evie, yes? Or would you prefer Miss Conners?”</strong>Mai continued as she was doing a tour of the house. Still wearing her mask, her emotions were hidden from her love other than the minute tell signs that were enough to tell her love to “watch”.  “As you can see, the house is complete with full security measures, both overt and covert. The security measures are both modern and traditional. As they moved out of sight of her husband, she would stop and pause at points. Evie would notice that she would do so at blind spots in the security and subtly turn to Evie and move her eyes to the various security measures. All the time, she would explain the running of the household and the various rooms. She gave Evie a full tour of the house.<strong>“Of course, at night, there will be scheduled security rounds conducted by the guards. I will give you a full schedule together with Naomi’s. </strong><br/><br/>Stopping outside the nursery, Mai slid open the door. A three-year-old girl was sitting on the floor coloring. Evie upon having a closer look at the coloring noticed that the colors in each “section” did not stray and everything was kept neat. The girl looked up and spotted the two and stood up and ran up to Mai and hid behind her leg.<br/><br/>Mai then knelt and looked up at Evie,<strong>“Evie, meet my daughter Naomi. The love of my life” </strong>As she did so, her eyes glanced quietly at the room's camera. Then in Japanese to her daughter,<strong>“Naomi-chan, say hello to our new employee. She will be looking after us from today. You may call her Evie, as it is the American way.”</strong>The girl looked up at Evie, thankfully she looked nothing like her father, in fact, she seemed to take to Mai. The same cheekbones, the nose, the softer face, and the piercing intelligent eyes. Then in English Naomi said,<strong>“Hello Ebie, pleased to meet you.”</strong>And bowed. Despite the stumble of the V, the English are without accent and quite surprising for a three-year-old. Naomi then turned back to Mai and in Japanese,<strong>“Is she nice?”</strong><br/>