𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅★𝐈𝐑𝐒 ― F. TOJI

第一话―

𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦,

      𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦

     𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴

     𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

TOJI FUSHIGURO, praised by all, the ideal man to both men and women. Born into the society of elites and blessed with a sculptured face begot from the own two hands of God. Plus the brilliancy of his mind that made him on a pedestal away from the crowd of spoiled heirs and heiress from old money—it was as if the universe was playing a fool to every single person on Earth. How could such a peerless man exist in a world where imperfection left not a thing unmarked; all but him?

Though he wasn't just a charming face and a gifted brain, his gentlemanliness left butterflies in every woman who managed to catch his attention and bask in them, be it a ring was hugging their finger or not.

The most brilliant of Zen'in, the shining Vice–Chairman of the Zen Group, the greatest amongst the elites...Oh, how the epithets piled up without an end. But you would never call him by any of those names, you would call him your 'boss from hell'.

Toji had become the youngest billionaire in Japan at only the age of 36, single-handedly raised his empire through years of hard work albeit he could've asked for the help of his family—who had the capability of making him big overnight, but he seemed to hold any intention of receiving any of their assists.

It was no shy secret that Toji would spend every single day of his life working ever since he entered the world of business, often skipping family gatherings and only appearing in business dinners to keep up his appearances. Through the infamous harsh dedication and effort to keep his companies stable he adopted into his work habits did he thrived, earning himself the position of Vice–President in his grandfather's cooperation. Though what most do not know was how he expected the same brutal work-ethnic and sacrifices from his direct employees.

And you wondered, how cruel fate had to be to place you as his secretary. You were only 20, innocence in every edge of your features as you thanked the Gods for having you be the Toji's secretary, oblivious to the celebrations you had to miss and the time you lost for yourself all in the name of work.

So now here you were, 28 and signs of lacking sleep pulling over your appearance as your sister texted you about delivering her unborn daughter this Saturday; expressing her hopes for your presence along such an important day.

She has been your closest family and best friend you hold the dearest to your heart and soul and you'll never be gladder to be there for her, already thinking of her child as your own. But there was a problem far greater than your wants or not—

The familiar click–clacks of his dress shoes rang along the hallway as you turned off your phone and brushed your clothes straight, picking up the iPad for keeping up with your boss's schedule.

Well, speaking of the devil.

"Good morning, Mr. Vice–Chairman," you smiled at the male, cladded in a dark blue three–piece suit with his face cool and stolid as he gave you a curt nod. Following him into his office, you handed him the iPad after he settled into his chair, notifying him of the appointments and meetings he was supposed to attend and host later on; as well as a meal with his family that was planned weeks ago.