The CEO's Contract (gojo x oc)

Chapter 6

Not that I'd ever admit it out loud, though lunchtime at the Unlimited Void was something I always looked forward to daily.

Stretching my legs under my desk I let out a satisfied sigh before putting my bento onto the desk, unwrapping the cloth tied around it. My stomach was already rumbling, hungry for the sashimi I had packed this morning.

The whole floor was silent now, all of the other employees have gone down to the cafeteria leaving me to my solitude. Though I couldn't have asked for more, it was the perfect environment to enjoy a delicious meal.

Sliding the chopsticks out of their sockets I began to eat without a moment of hesitation. According to Gojo, he had already found traces of Megumi's father, in the very city we were in. It had made the work progress all the more easier, though the workload had definitely increased.

If the search kept going at this pace, they'd meet by the end of the week and seal my fate to a mountain load of calls and emails filled with complaints or paparazzi fishing for news.

Hopefully, my boss would have the mind to keep matters like these private.

Dipping the sashimi in soy sauce I made up my mind to visit the Rustic once more before the week ends, since I'd probably have to take yet another break.

No, let's relax for now.

I hummed, continuing to devour my meal in the peaceful silence. It has been long since I had managed to enjoy myself so.

'Kenjiro!' My boss's voice rang out, interrupting my solitude as he burst through the elevator doors. Satoru spotted me immediately, rushing over in an instant.

He was in such a hurry that his glasses were slipping down his nose.

'Come with me, now!'

I stared at him blankly, placing the piece of fish back into the bento.

'I apologise, sir. But I am quite occupied-'

'Satoru you brat!' Another, more eerie voice yelled throughout the empty hallway. It was the voice of an elderly woman.

The madam.

This time, both of us tensed, a chill going down our spines. If she finds me now, no doubt she would drag me into whatever it is that is transpiring between the two of them.

Before I could make up my mind a hand had grabbed a hold of my arm, pulling me up from my chair and I barely had the time to grab my bento, taking it with me.

Satoru opened up the door to a small storage room nearby, quickly pushing the both of us into the small space as he shut the door behind him, halting his breath like a runaway criminal.

I kept quiet, slowly picking up a piece of sashimi and eating it without making any noise. I chewed, picking up some rice next.

I had forgotten my soy sauce.

'Does your sashimi hold more value over our lives, Rin?' Satoru asked quietly, staring down in amusement as I continued to eat in his critical condition.

'Of course.' I mumbled, dipping the sashimi onto the few droplets of soy sauce that had dripped into the bento. 'Would you like to have some, sir? They're good for stress.' I offered, holding up a piece in which his lips lifted in turn.

To my displeasure the white haired man leaned down, taking a bite of the soy dipped sashimi I had offered. Letting out a soft sound of appreciation he nodded, using his thumb to wipe his lips.

'I might need you to start preparing me one from now on, that was delicious.' He licked his lips, eyeing my bento greedily.

'Fortunately, being a personal chef isn't quite on the to-do list of my contract.'