One last chance

We need to talk Kirishima-san

The time was 17.00 in the afternoon and Kirishima had one hour before he returns home to his daughter who probably left the Hasu and now makes dinner for the two of them. The chief editor was currently typing on his laptop, writing comments to the mangaka he is in charge of about the corrections he needs to do in the manuscript that is slowly taking a form. While he was typing, his cell phone rang, indicating that someone was calling him and it wasn't the chirpy ringtone he uses for Hiyori, but the usual one.

So he knew for sure that his precious daughter wasn't calling him to ask him if he would finish the work soon, not that she would do that! Kirishima took the phone and saw the caller's ID, which it didn't remind him of someone's he knew. He answered it and put it on his ear with confusion written on his face

"Kirishima speaking"

"Kirishima-san, it's Yokozawa"

"Oh, hello Yokozawa. How can I help you?"

"Are you busy right now? I need to talk to you about something"

"I'm at work, but I will finish in one hour. Can you wait?"

"I-I... Ahem... O-Of course I can wait"

"Alright. See you in one hour"

"OK", Yokozawa said and the editor hang up, ruffling his hair in confusion. That man told him that he is not going to use his phone number, but suddenly he did! What exactly happened and decided to call, only a God knows. He exhaled a sigh and continued typing on his laptop, focusing only on his work and answering some questions his subordinates may have about editing or writing a proposal.

Even though they started working as a publishing company only a week, the editors began to write proposals about the upcoming books that are going to be saled in the market and Kirishima was trying to help as best as he could since he has taken new mangakas and currently Ijuuin-sensei was on a break to collect material for his next volume that is going to be released by the time the dashing editor returns to Marukawa, but he would sometimes send to Kirishima what he had found until now.

The time passed quickly and the time now was 18.00, which means he was ready to leave for his home.

He took his stuff and stood up, waving at his subordinates and telling them not to burn the midnight oil since they have a long way to hell week. He walked the stairs, reaching the ground floor in few minutes and exited the building with his briefcase on his one hand and his jacket around his other. He was ready to walk the streets to go to his daughter, but then he spotted a few blocks away from Shirakawa company Yokozawa on his inactive motorcycle, the helmet around his arm and his other hand was holding a cigarette.

The editor grinned at the sight and walked towards him, remembering that the very man in front of him called him one hour ago to talk about something. Yokozawa turned his head and saw him coming to him, who was now walking with his hand that had the jacket on his pocket.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the rampaging bear of Sawara"

"Shut up..."

"Haha, it's so easy to rile you up. Anyway, I didn't know that you would call me. Did you perhaps consider my suggestion of going for drinks?"

"No, and I won't consider it. Not in a million years"

"Ouch, that hurt a bit", he said and touched dramatically his chest, faking his pained heart but then he chuckled when the young man rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Are we taking a break for smoke?"

"You are annoying"

"When I want to. Give me a cigarette"

"You smoke while you have a child? You know you are doing a bad thing by smoking, aren't you?"