MELLIFLUOUS USHIJIMA X READER

CPTR 4

- could anything worse happen.

[Y/N]
You groaned, waking up from the overly early set alarm, for an overly early planned meeting.

'Who even decides to have a meeting at 8 AM.'

You very well understood that it wasn't about wants, but about have to's though.

You got up, taking a shower, brushing your teeth and doing your make up, before you went into your closet, trying to find a decent outfit.

Today was certainly not a dress up day, so you opted for an oversized blouse, with fairly wide leg slacks, and pretty chunky loafers. You put them on, spotless without any wrinkles,
your curls neatly framing your face. (Scroll all the way down for pictures.)

You grabbed your bag, locking the door behind you as you went down into your private garage, scanning all your cars before deciding on your benz.

You drove to the large company building, the building that would soon be yours, though in some way it already was.

You stopped in front of it, you handed the valet parker your keys, before thanking him, not forgetting to tip,  going up into the building.

"Good morning." Harue gave you your milk tea, walking next to you. You opened the door to the conference room, taking your seat.

"Good morning Vice-president." You were greeted by the much older people in the room. You greeted them back, charmingly smiling.

The meeting eventually started, most of it covered the plans to expand the sports branch, with the olympics coming up. Collabs, interviews, events, sponsorships, attending games.

Your dad wanted your estimated market cap to grow from roughly 200 billion, to 250 billion. And though you weren't sure how, you were going to get it done.

"One more thing." Your father said, as everyone had left, and you were about to leave also.

"I want you to attend our company's charity gala in Brazil since I won't make it." "Ushijima Wakatoshi will escort you, he is thé face of volleyball after all, so it would only make sense."

Your eye slightly twitched at his name. Regardless, you hummed, nodding in approval. Most would be thrilled at this, getting to go to Brazil. And having the chance to get escorted by Japan's most wanted bachelor on top of that, but you saw it as strictly work.

And you hadn't forgotten what had happened, it was just more of a 'in the heat of the moment' kinda thing, that's what you were convincing yourself of atleast...

Harue had sent you the invitation, as you scanned it quickly, nothing really stood out to you. 'We really need to hire better staff for these kind of events.' You mentally noted.

The moment you got home you were exhausted. Nevertheless, you wasted no time opening your laptop as you sat in your study, getting to work.

After spending back to back hours working, you finally put your laptop away, sighing. It was now 4 PM and you had been sitting behind your desk since 11, not once getting up.

You sighed, going into the bathroom to freshen up. You changed into more comfortable clothing, reading some articles about the Schweiden Adlers. Though it was a sad reality, your personal live pretty much only revolved around work. And a certain man with olive colored hair could relate to that completely.

[Ushijima]

Ushijima sighed, cleaning up the mess he made in the gym. For the past few hours, the squeaking of his shoes was the only thing heard around the almost completely empty building.
He had a habit of overworking.

Though his wasn't nearly anywhere as severe as yours. He knew not to push too far past his limit, unlike you. The woman that who would nearly tear herself apart to meet her father's expectations.

So he eventually went home, resting for the first time that day.

[Tooru]

Sister | ongoing call
10:14

"I still can't believe what dad
is making you do."

" (gag) go to the gala
with bastard Ushiwaka"

"Honestly."

"Save me Tooru."

I hate this story lol.