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━━ behind your silhouette.

TWO YEARS. TWO YEARS OF YOUR FRIEND'S DEATH LANDING IN VAIN AS WELL. You suddenly thought of those while staring at the door you closed just a minute ago. Shrugging, you soughed heavily before fixing your suit, puffing out the pang of slight vexation inside your chest before walking down the corridors to go towards your main office, primarily to finish the things you needed to sort out as their secretary.

"Halt right there." 

Feet ceasing to move in spot, your head turned back to the unpleased expression of Hanma's consort, Fujiwara Belle. Belle was leaning in the wall with her arms' crossed, seemed like she's waiting for you to amble out of Hanma's office and when you did do so, she then just took the initiative to talk to the said secretary of Bonten regarding just what in the world did you and Hanma talked about. 

Belle can't just sit down after all. Her nerves won't just lay still in a tranquil place especially when she's left out from a sly conference that she should've been in as well considering that again, she's Hanma's partner. Persistent, she is.

"Anything I can do for you, Miss Fujiwara?" You politely asked with a smile by your cerise lips, clasping your hands together for you to appear more respectful and decent. Elegance, it is. That's what you're always whispering at the back of your mind as you were remembering what he taught of you.

"What did the two of you talk about?" Belle asked, raising a brow again on your figure.

"Nothing personal, Miss Fujiwara. Pure business matters." 

"I doubt that, Miss [l/n]. With that kind of face, who will believe you?" The other lady snickered before crossing her arms on her chest.

Your lips discreetly squinted in aversion, unpleased by the manner that the other lady showcased but to appear more nonchalant, you soon hid that vile expression of yours using a puny and sincere smile, "I don't know what's the deal if Hanma and me really discussed some personal matters, Miss. But all I know is we only conversed about nothing but a series of business-related issues. You surely have nothing to be worried about."

"Ha? Oh, dear. Your face says it all. You and Hanma are not just attentive to some normal project-related things. There's something more than that and I'll bet millions that it was something nasty. So I'm asking you again. With that kind of face, who will believe your statements?"

"Someone who holds a great amount of comprehension, maybe?" You retorted, smiling upon seeing how Belle's gander shifted from being confident to being dumbfounded.

"I have no certain idea as to why you are so bothered about our relationship but you may really have to prepare your millions, Miss Fujiwara. Your bet might be correct." You added, teasing the other woman who heaved a deep annoyed sigh upon hearing your words, "Oh, I'm sorry. Please pardon my words. That was purely unintentional. I really have to go since I have to attend to my duties, Miss Fujiwara. You should attend to Sir Hanma. He might need your assistance, too. Or not." 

After saying those, you bowed your head politely and was about to turn your back towards the officemate when the hombre said something that made your feet torpid and lethargic for a second.

"Don't mask up your attitude, bitch. I know just who you are behind that angel facade." 

The curve in your lips faded when your heard those remarks. A secret ghost of contempt stayed in your veins for a minute that you soon secluded before turning a peer on the ridiculing cast of Belle. Nothing's really more annoying than a person being nosy in other people's businesses, that's what you thought as of the moment.

"What exactly do you know about me then, Miss Fujiwara?" You asked, a lively smile once again clustered into your face, e/c eyed staring directly at the gallantry found in Belle's eyes.