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Mrs. Saito listened in silence. When it ended, she said: "Call the night duty reporter at Nikkei. And Kenji?"

"Yes?"

He called his supervisor, a chain-smoking woman named Mrs. Saito who had survived three recessions and the transition from CD-only to digital charts. She arrived in twelve minutes, still in her bedroom slippers. oricon charts

Kenji did what any good analyst would do. He ran the fraud detection. liked what it saw.

But Kenji, watching the sun rise over Shibuya from the data center window, knew the truth. The charts had never been about predicting success. They were simply a mirror. And tonight, Japan had seen its own reflection and, for once, liked what it saw. oricon charts