Bob arrived at Tokyo International Airport that sa afternoon. A car from Gastar Electronic Entertainnt had already been waiting for quite so ti.
His arrival was enough to draw widespread attention—Bob's current status was on par with the leaders of small nations.
So the mont his private jet landed in Japan, it imdiately caught the attention of many dia outlets.
However, a figure like Bob couldn't be tracked like so entertainnt celebrity. He had originally intended to keep his trip under wraps.
Most dia only found out after Bob had already landed.
By the ti reporters rushed to the airport, he had already vanished. All they managed to learn was that Bob had left in a company car belonging to Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
The relationship between Facebook and Gastar Electronic Entertainnt was now widely known. With Gastar as the local host, it made perfect sense for them to personally handle his reception.
The car drove straight to Gastar's headquarters.
...
When Bob arrived at the entrance of Gastar Electronic Entertainnt's skyscraper, he was stunned.
The grandeur of this building far exceeded his own Facebook headquarters.
Even though Facebook now had a massive scale and a stock value exceeding $100 billion, its disposable operational funds were not that flexible.
Constructing a building costing hundreds of millions of dollars would require complex negotiations and approvals—not like at Gastar, where Takayuki had full authority and could freely allocate all company funds.
Bob made up his mind—he would build sothing like this for himself, no matter what the shareholders said.
Upon entering the first floor of the building, he was imdiately greeted by classic Super Mario music.
At the lobby, music from various first-party gas played on a near 24-hour loop.
This was a gaming company—a place ant to bring joy to people. So it made sense that it didn't resemble a typical corporate space.
First and foremost, the employees themselves had to be happy.
If the employees couldn't be happy, how could they create joyful products?
Besides the music, the receptionists at the front desk weren't wearing standard business attire. Instead, they wore trendy outfits inspired by Gastar's gas.
One of the girls, for example, was wearing a casual Princess Peach-style outfit from Mario.
Another was dressed in a casual take on Zelda's outfit from The Legend of Zelda.
In a recent Japanese workplace survey for won, one column ranked the top 10 dream jobs.
First place went to TV actresses—prestigious, high-paying, and fa-bringing.
Second place, surprisingly, was being a receptionist at Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
Why? Because being a receptionist there ca with perks not even most office workers could dream of—like the freedom to wear any clothes they liked.
Every month, Gastar's in-house designers created a custom outfit inspired by the company's gas for each receptionist.
They were also allowed to make requests, as long as it was legal and reasonable.
These tailored designs were so expensive that most won couldn't afford even one with a year's salary.
But as a Gastar receptionist, you got one every month.
What better job could there be?
You got to show off your beauty, work regular 9-to-5 hours, and even bring your kids if needed—the company had a kids' playroom (by appointnt, due to limited space).
And if you worked there long enough—say, five years—you could apply for custom ga-thed clothing for your kids every year.
All of this highlighted Gastar's one-of-a-kind employee benefits.
But in reality, it was also part of their marketing.
Stylish young won dressed in ga-thed outfits were essentially walking advertisents, drawing attention wherever they went.
When curious onlookers asked about the outfits, they'd learn they were custom pieces from Gastar.
"Welco, Mr. Bob. Please follow to the private elevator. The president is already waiting for you at the top floor."
Just as Bob stepped into the lobby, he was approached by a young and beautiful receptionist.
She was dressed in Aerith's casual outfit from Final Fantasy, a charming and lively style that instantly caught his eye.
Hmm, he thought, when I get back, I need to do sothing like this at Facebook. I want my receptionists dressed like this—and with perks like these.
That should definitely improve my... selection.
Bob smiled politely while thinking shaless thoughts and said, "Thank you, beautiful lady. Please lead the way."
All around the lobby were various ga-related decorations.
In one corner was a mini gaming area.
Inside, a middle school-aged kid was playing NieR: Automata. Probably a staff relative or a die-hard fan?
Bob looked around as he followed the receptionist to a private elevator.
This elevator led directly to the top floor. It was Takayuki's personal elevator, off-limits to others without permission.
The elevator shot up quickly. Once they arrived, the receptionist politely bid farewell and returned downstairs.
Bob stepped into the top floor—Takayuki's private domain. Over 1,000 square ters of space. Lavish didn't even begin to describe it.
Trophies lined the walls, ga-thed elents were everywhere—this was a gaming paradise.
There were life-size ga models.
The most ridiculous of all? A full-scale BT-7274 Titan from Titanfall.
As soone who had followed Takayuki for a while, Bob was familiar with most of Gastar's gas. He recognized most of the characters and was full of awe.
He truly felt like he had stepped into heaven.
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