One of the receptionists looks up from behind the circular reception counter, meets Amy’s eyes, smiles, then stands. His name is Bryce and he speaks English with a distinctive British accent. He’s also quite attractive, if you like the wiry type. He was the executive VP’s answer to Janasova’s selection of a pretty female receptionist who just happens to be of Japanese extraction, a point that is probably irrelevant, except in considering Vernon Janasova’s attitude toward Tokyo.