The Chairman's Girlfriend (REVISED)

The Chairman's Affirmation

The Chairman's Affirmation
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Short and sharp bursts of energy caused you to crash considerably. Nonetheless you were expected to keep up with the chairman so that's what you did. Both of you were at what looked like an extremely posh restaurant. So posh that you felt under dressed.

The entire staff had cleared the restaurant for Kiryu, his girlfriend and this mysterious meeting. Nonetheless with your hand tightly in his, you both went inside.

People struggle hiding their true personality for longer than 6 months. This meeting was between Kiryu & some well known politician as well as you & Kiryu's true intentions.

When sitting down you had something small and extremely elaborate put in front of you on a delicate round plate. You frowned. Not wanting to eat it. Instead you took the water, purely on your own accord. Kiryu was sat next to you. The slicked up well loaded politician was opposite the both of you.

It was the same usual speech. Nice to see you, chairman. Nice to finally meet your girlfriend, she's beautiful. Same old shit. You zoned out and decided you wanted to truly act up to this entire girlfriend charade. Of course the expectation was you sat quietly and looked pretty, taking mental notes of important things. Not this time...

You were busy staring out of the window, drowning the conversation. Then you diverted to the politician in front of you. Staring right at him whilst he spoke to Kiryu.

"And so my girlfriend was saying that she wanted the same purse I brought my wife." The politician laughed. "They just can't get enough of me."

"You're brave." You interjected right into their expensive conversation.

"Me?" The politician pointed to himself and looked at you.

"Yeah. You."

"Why's that, Miss?"

"Because who'd want to be your girlfriend or wife."

Kiryu's aide, who was stood on Kiryu's right side, composed himself by swallowing the laugh in his throat. Kiryu's guards all pursed their lips together tightly to conceal their giggles. Kiryu himself kept his face flat. He didn't like your attitude.

"You have quite a tone young lady."

"And you have quite a stomach, yet you're still eating." You sighed, standing up. "I'm going to the bathroom."

You disappeared. Kiryu followed you after excusing himself, shutting the bathroom door. The bathroom itself had individual cubicles which were isolated completely and 5 sinks opposite each blue door.

Kiryu leant against the sink, arms crossed till you opened the door and he then watched you. Following you to the sink a few down from where he was leant.

"What is wrong, Y/N?"

"Nothing." You washed your hands, lathering them with the expensive soap out of the dispenser.

"You're being rude. This is an important meeting."

You turned the tap off and shook your hands as you went to the paper towel dispenser and pulled sheets out. "I don't see how I'm needed here. I'm not going to sit still while you're talking to some fat man about his wife and girlfriend."

"He's an important person to me. He's kept a lot of my boys out of jail."

"And I don't need to know that. I don't have a purpose here. So I'm going home." You went to leave with dry hands.

Kiryu pulled you to him and pinned you to the sink, holding your cheeks with one hand very gently. But the adrenaline in your entire being had worked you up within a second. That one second of being pulled had exhausted you. In combination with lack of sleep and near enough exhaustion, you were extremely weak.

So your eyes closed and they didn't open again despite you hearing your name constantly. It faded away, floated off, carried itself away. Like a thought you'd stopped thinking about. Like a pair of undies on the washing line that had blown away into the strong summer breeze.

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"Has she been sleeping properly?"

"If she has it hasn't been very well."

"What have you been doing?"

"Working."

"Is she struggling to keep up with you?"

"Looks like it."

The doctor then reached into his leather bag on the floor, pulling up a small orange bottle which had no label on it and white cap sealing it. The orange bottle shook and made a familiar sound. It was a bottle of pills.

"These will help, chairman." The doctor stuffed Kiryu's hand with this mystery substance.

"What is it?"

"Amphetamines."

Kiryu frowned. "What for?"

"To keep her awake when you might need her." The doctor nudged Kiryu playfully. "And keep her sleeping when you want her to shut up."

In absolute disbelief Kiryu picked up the doctor by their collar, dragging them to his balcony and holding them upside down. Courtesy of his aide who helped by holding one leg while Kiryu held the other. The doctor's belongings all fell out of their pockets and down to the bottom of the city. They screamed but it was drowned by the humming of cars, horns of taxis, revs of motor bikes.

"Why would I want to give my girlfriend pills?! What kind of doctor are you? Huh?!" Kiryu shouted in his fit of rage. "I should drop your shit down to the bottom of this fucking city!"

The doctor was pleading with Kiryu to stop, begging, crying, screaming. Their entire blood system rushed to their head and they were ready to throw up. Knowing that if someone fell from number 23, Kiryu would be in a prison cell for another 10 years. So Kiryu pulled the doctor up, putting them right on their feet.

"Make sure he's not seen again." Kiryu dismissed and his aide pulled the man away from view, clearing him off and getting him ready for disposal.

Meanwhile you were asleep soundly on his bed, patiently adoring the feeling of full bodied rest. Rich and satisfying. Like a small baby that had been coddled in a knitted blanket, soundly catching up on much needed sleep.

Kiryu sat at your bedside, holding your hand and keeping it close to his mouth to feel the warmth against his lips. She's closed, leaning forward. Watching someone else rest was a relief to his mind.