Y/n is a quiet, timid girl who finally managed to secure herself a job at a high end company after struggling to maintain a job. So its a shame when she wake up and realize she's in fact late, and on her first day on the job? Has Y/n not been warned...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈
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ʚ─ 𝐘/𝐍 shoved her phone back in her bag as she slowly made her way towards to large glass doors; the entance to the building. She grabbed onto the metal handle to one of the doors and pulled it. She pulled on it again but the door didnt budge. Glancing down at the handle she wondered if she had been so late that they locked her out perhaps? That was before she read something near the handle:
PULL.
Y/n's heart sped up out of embarrassment and she glanced around quickly, trying to make sure no one had watched her commit such a silly mistake. Then quickly she pushed her body into the glass door, opening it. When she did she was met with a beautiful and large lobby. The air in the building had a rich, clean smell. Walking through the door and letting it close behind her Y/n was also met with a receptionist, two actually.
The first receptionists she spotted had short white hair, it contrasted with his violet eyes, but then again really any color contrasts well with white. The second one had dark black hair which matched perfectly with his black eyes. They both stared at Y/n, seemingly waiting for her to greet them.
Y/n was ready to rush past the reception desk when the black haired man spoke up.
"Hello? Hello, how may we help you today ma'am?"
He said, his voice sweet and delicate. "No, im fine! I...I'm like really late for work.." Y/n spoke in a panic. As she had almost completely passed up the receptionist desk the white haired man stuck out his arm and shook his head, trying to tell her not to pass. He then flicked a tag that was pinned to his shirt. It read 'Inumaki'.
"Ah, late? That's no good..But before we let you in, we are going to need to see some id and/or your official nametag given to you by the company." The black haired man said again with a gentle smile. He also motioned towards his tag on his shirt. It read 'Yuta'. Y/n made a wide eyed expression, like she had completely forgotten identification.
She nodded her head and backed up back to the receptionist desk and opened her back. "Alright, g..give me a moment, please.." she mumbled as she ran her hands through her bag. She stood there looking through her bag for a bit, her face slowly becoming more and more concerned before she looked up with a nervous and embarrassed expression on her face.
