This work is quite high in quality. The president's treatment of me—after all the years spent carefully cultivating something, he ultimately hands me over to another man. That enigmatic personality is part of his charm. It's like selling off a fine wine at its peak maturity after years of patient aging. That kind of shocking turn of events unfolds here. "I absolutely love the expression of despair on a woman who's just realized she's been sold," says the president. "Shinoda, I'm counting on you for another little performance this time..."