The neon glow of Tokyo stretched to the horizon like an electric circuit board beneath the fifty-fifth-floor panoramic windows of the Roppongi Hills penthouse. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the glowing crimson tower of Tokyo Tower in the distance. Inside the suite, the decor was a stunning fusion of Japanese minimalism and modern luxury: black slate floors, shoji screens of frosted glass, and low furniture carved from ancient hinoki cypress.…
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