A Man Who Was Cheated on by a Bad Man and Had Everything Taken From Him Decides to Get Revenge by Starting a New Life - Chapter 3

“This concludes what I believe to be our company’s new approach.”

“Did you come up with this on your own?”

“Yes, I researched various things even before joining the company.”

The presentation order was: Honjo first, me second, and a female colleague third.

Honjo confidently presented his ideas to the executives.

Since this was a sudden presentation, there were no materials—only verbal explanations.

Without numerical data, the content tended to be qualitative rather than quantitative.

This made it less persuasive but allowed for more flexibility.

Still, Honjo was impressive.

He presented exactly what I had planned to say before I had the chance.

Earlier, while I was preparing, another colleague asked me what I was going to talk about.

I told them, and that colleague was likely working with Honjo.

They glanced at me with a smirk, so it’s safe to say this was intentional.

Honjo took advantage of going first to steal my idea and put me in a tough spot.

His ruthlessness was almost admirable—I wanted to thank him for it.

Honjo’s idea was about marketing concept rooms in the hotel industry.

By differentiating from competitors and establishing a strong brand image, the goal was to increase customer traffic and raise the average spending per guest.

However, he hadn’t considered one crucial aspect.

“So, what are the initial cost challenges, and who is your target audience?”

“Um… well…”

A natural question.

Since he stole my idea without understanding the details, he couldn’t answer.

Seeing him suddenly go silent, the head of sales commented,
“If you don’t consider these aspects, it’s nothing more than a pipe dream. Think it through more carefully.”

With that, Honjo returned to his seat, glaring at his accomplices. He was always harsh on others.

“Alright, next—Koda, please present.”

“Yes. Actually, I had a similar idea to Honjo. However…”

Concept rooms are themed hotel or inn rooms designed around a specific idea.

But this concept was too vague, and many hotels had already implemented it.

So, I proposed collaboration rooms.

By collaborating with anime, movies, or games, we could effectively capture specific fan bases.

“I see. And how do you plan to manage costs?”

“Since media involvement is required, initial costs would be high. However…”

1. The rooms would be highly shareable on social media, reducing advertising expenses.
2. Higher room prices would be justified by strong demand, making it less likely to incur losses.
3. Offering exclusive merchandise or paid perks could generate additional revenue.
4. Partnering with influencers or YouTubers would boost publicity significantly.
5. Making the collaboration time-limited would help recoup investment quickly.
6. After the collaboration, the room could revert to a standard one, minimizing long-term costs.
7. Leftover furniture could be returned to partners, sold, or used in giveaways, further reducing hotel expenses.

“This is a highly feasible idea. Excellent work.”

I received praise.

In truth, this was an idea I originally planned to pitch several years later when Honjo became a manager.

Back then, he rejected it, but when I was away on a business trip, he submitted a similar plan and took credit for it—leading to his promotion to section chief.

“Um… your presentation today was amazing.”

“Thank you. And…?”

“I’m Minase Somari.”

“Sorry for not remembering your name, even though we’re colleagues.”

“It’s fine. I only learned your name today, too.”

We were at a new employee party.

Unlike last time, Honjo was relatively quiet, perhaps having learned his lesson.

Sitting beside me was Minase, the woman who presented last.

I vaguely remembered her face, but we had never spoken before.

Seven years later, she either quit or was transferred—I hadn’t seen her in a long time.

She wore glasses and had a reserved demeanor.

Her bangs partially covered her face, and she seemed uncomfortable talking to people.

Despite that, she did well in the presentation.

And also… well…

Her chest was so large that I had to be careful not to stare.

By the time the second party ended, the last train was gone.

Since we were headed in the same direction, we shared a taxi.

On the way, Minase started feeling unwell, so we stopped to rest.

“If… if you’re okay with me.”

She was my first.

For me, this body’s first time—but in my memories, I had been with my ex, Konno Sakura, for years.

So, I wasn’t clumsy.

Still, I had never felt so fulfilled, both physically and emotionally.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in a warm bed.

When I woke up, I was back in my apartment.

Minase was gone—but that wasn’t the only strange thing.

Checking my phone, I saw that the date had reset… to five days earlier.

It was the morning of my first day at work.

I tried to process what had happened.

Did sleeping with Minase cause time to rewind?

Or…?

I vaguely remembered seeing Honjo taking care of Sakura after the second party…