My father is the president of the local chamber of commerce and industry.

He used a tent as a temporary quarters during his trip.

His grandfather was sent to a concentration camp during World War II.

We met at a dating agency and fell in love immediately.

He works at the Tokyo Stock Exchange.

He decided to appeal to the court to protect his rights.

My bag is kept in the cloakroom.

He is looking for a new job at the public employment security office.

There must be a reason why he is acting suspiciously. It's like the saying, 'Where there's smoke, there's fire.'