Fix Me, Nanami

Chapter 1

Suit and Tie

My skirt rose slightly as I sat down, and I made sure to smooth it down at the front to at least try and avoid any unnecessary glances.
I cleared my throat, looking at Nanami.
He sat completely opposite of me at the round conference table.

I also timidly wonder to myself why he is glaring at me, and why he has to look so good while doing it. I stare back at him, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"Yes?" I gently ask. "Why are you staring at me, Sir?"

Nanami's eyes leave me and they almost roll, and he scowls as he turns in his seat. The wheeled chair squeaks a little as he shifts, twisting from side to side as I nervously shift as well, sitting up straight and clearing my throat again.
Now Nanami is looking dead at me again, and if looks could kill I would be ash. He leans forward, and my eyes take in his entire form.

He must be cold. He left his jacket at home. If only he would've let me grab it. I frown as he still stares at me.
My mind is still on why he insisted that it wasn't that cold out, and that he left his jacket on purpose, but he really forgot it on our bed.

Yet, the motherfucker has the audacity to stare at me right now as if I did something wrong. Well, I kind of did.

I snap out of my thoughts when it's his turn to clear his throat, and he looks expectedly at me.

"What do you want, Sir?" I say a little less than politely. It's getting awkward at this little table while everybody is leaving and the lights are turning off. It's five in the afternoon. I want to go home and watch him shower and complain about how rough today was, because it was balls.

Nanami's eye twitches at my snappy remark, but he doesn't say anything, still. He intertwined his fingers over one another as he leans forward on his arms. He looks like he's leaning so far forward he'll crawl across the table to get me.
I honestly wouldn't mind that.

Nanami finally settled down a bit and leans back, twisting his chair from side to side again as he looks down his nose at me.

"Are you doing all right today, Madame?" he asks casually, and I look at him like he's got four ears.
He knows how I am today, why does he insist on being so professional?

Hell, he knows why the sun shines.

I answered him smoothly. "Just fine, Sir."

He inhales deeply, taking in my words and spitting some back out. "I see that you got a lot of work done today."

I nod, modestly proud of myself. "Yes Sir. I work diligently on every project given to me."

Nanami nods back in understanding, folding his hands together on his lap.

"You're doing well for a college student." He replies.

Yes. The twenty- one year old college student with the twenty- eight year old businessman. I never really cared for the age gap, but I never hated it so much to reject him for it.

"I'm working on my last year, Sir." I tell him. He already knows this, and yet again I ask myself why he must be so professional.

He nods, raising his eyebrows slightly as if he were genuinely interested or even proud of me. I frown a little, having it go unnoticed. I don't need you to be proud of me. Just tell me what the fuck I'm in here for.

Nanami leans forward on the table again and sighs heavily. "with that being said," He grumbles. "It is with the pleasure of my colleagues and I here at this-" He lifts the paper that had laid beside him and begins to read. " -This, wonderful, successful company, to offer you a promotion to congratulate you for your hard work and effort."