"I was just calling at your place. I'm glad we found each other." Suzuki bows his head politely.
"Indeed. I'd been hoping to talk with you too, in fact. This is most fortunate."
"Fortunate indeed. Is there something I can help you with?"
"It's nothing, really. Nothing of great import, but without your help I can't get it done."
"I'm happy to be of service. What is it I can do?"
"Well, actually ..." Kaneda seems to hesitate.
"Shall I call again at a better time? What would suit your schedule?"
"It's really not worth the trouble. -- Well anyway, since we're here together, perhaps I could make a request."
"By all means ..."
"It's that crank. That old acquaintance of yours. I believe he goes by Kushami or some such?"
"Yes, Kushami. What's he into now?"
"Nothing new. It's the other day still. It just doesn't sit well with me."
"Perfectly understandable. Kushami on his high horse ... Master of his own small world. If he'd only open his eyes a bit, he'd see where he stands in the order of things."
"Exactly. No respect for wealth, and disdain for those of us who create it -- impertinent through and through. I thought I'd give him a taste of who he's dealing with. I put the screws to him good, but he still doesn't yield. He's holding out, headstrong as ever. I can't say I'm unimpressed."
"He doesn't know what's good for him. Prefers to go down swinging. Hasn't changed from back in the day. He's only harming himself, but he'll never admit it. The man's utterly incorrigible."