Here is an excerpt . . . featuring Uncle Ryu.
Having felt her presence he found himself frozen in time as she placed one high-heeled shoe inside the open doorway of his Hotness Café. As the initial shock of her tightly worn wool designer suit and stark up-do weakened, the vision of her soul as only he knew her, broke free from the depressing shell of a body she still inhabited.
The Chairman's Daughters . . .