Cain and Abel, Epilogue | Older Brother and Younger Brother | K. Nakamura

For one thing,

there was something that had been bothering me.

Who was it,

that told my younger brother about me?

A while later,

I received a phone call.

It was the executive director.

Long time no see.

Thank you for everything this time.

I was a little bewildered.

No,

I only provided the catalyst for splitting the company into two.

The executive director laughed quietly.

We couldn't do that,

with just the people inside.

There was a brief pause.

Actually,

it was I who suggested to the vice president that we should hire you.

With those words, I understood.

The executive director,

I could enter the president's office,

and I could also enter the vice president's office.

I was the only one.

"I found your business card in the president's office."

"It was a business card introduced by the president of a client company."

"Someone who can see things from the outside is necessary."

"That's what I thought."

That was when everything connected.

The person who introduced me to my brother,

and told the vice president about me, was the executive director.

The groundwork in Kochi.

That, too,

was this person.

Only the reason Gen-san went home was different.

That was,

just a hangover.

I asked.

"How is the company?"

The executive director answered cheerfully.

"It's going well."

Both factories have seen an increase in operating rates.

The old factory has returned to its original level.

The new factory is operating at the target rate.

I felt a little relieved.

The executive director continued.

Actually, I have also moved to the new company.

That was unexpected.

Didn't the president object?

The executive director laughed.

When I told the president, he said this to me.

I see.

The new company is full of young people.

We need someone to keep an eye on things and offer advice.

I'm counting on you.

The executive director laughed.

I laughed too.

Knowing that president,

he would say that.

It wasn't that he hated his younger brother.

It wasn't that he hated the young employees either.

I wanted to protect them.

The old factory workers, too.

The company, too.

My younger brother, too.

We just had different ways of protecting things.

I open the final memo.

My older brother was my older brother.

My younger brother was my younger brother.

Neither of them had changed.

Both of them were capable.

Both of them were necessary for the company.

The problem was,

that there was only one chair.

The president's chair.

There was only one of those.

In one chair,

only one person can sit.

In that case,

make it two chairs.

Then,

The structure is complete.

I write the final line.

"Only one person can sit in one chair."

"Then I'll just make it two chairs."

That is all there is to it.