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It's taken you a week to fully realise that you needed to depend on being organised if you wanted to make it to the end of the month as a functioning human instead of a blubbering mess. Sure your job was easy, but that was in theory. In theory, all you had to do was give your boss breakfast, make a few calls each day, write some emails, schedule meetings and organise his data. Kinda easy right? Absolutely not. It was weird because even though you didn't have that many tasks to do, you were still one of the last people to leave the building each day. However, in the wise words of Naaila, " It was all fine because you're getting paid a shit ton of money at the end of the month."
This morning wasn't any different from all your other mornings each week. You woke up with a good attitude because you were working in a new environment and you were feeling pretty positive when you entered the building, you weren't feeling that good when you entered your office. What once used to be your favourite place ever, slowly turned into a white torture room. It was a room which hoarded all your stress, irritation and despair, which you didn't know was possible until now. As you sit on your spinny chair, which you now realise isn't as spinny as you first thought, you print off your schedule for the day, scooting over to the printer to collect the checklist.
Great another long, boring and isolated day.
A heavy sigh flies out of your mouth as you pick up a stack of paper and walk over to Nanami's office. It doesn't take long for Nanami to let you in after you knock on his obscured glass window.
"Morning sir, here are the spreadsheets you asked me to make yesterday, and I've also booked your meeting for 3 PM today." You follow the blond-haired man as he walks further into the room, only for you to notice two men from the corner of your eye. You stop to acknowledge them, your lips curving into a faint smile. One man was sat in one of the chairs in the office, his legs in a manspread, and a smirk on his face. His dark hair was tied half up half down.
