"Kento Nanami," the man in the blue button-up stand up and holds out his hand to shake, "pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine." You take your hands in his.
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"So you got the job?" he asks, only to get replied to sassily by his coworker.
"Of course she did dimwit, why else would she be here?" the man rolls his eyes and huffs before the woman looks back up at you. "Don't mind him, he's Darios." You nod, slightly overwhelmed by all of the additional information.
Darios mumbles, "I can introduce myself you know?" The woman rolls her eyes yet again.
"I'm Annalise." she introduces.
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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.
The other man is leaning against a wall nearby. His appearance takes you aback as he has a blindfold covering his eyes, he also has white hair that sticks up a little. "So who are you, the receptionist? How come I didn't see your pretty face on my way in?" he says with a playful tone, the smirk that followed his compliment causes your face to heat up.
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"L/N," his hands firmly grip your arms startling you in place "he has never given employee a gift ever?" You sit with his words for a minute, trying to really process them.
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"I was wondering if a beautiful girl like you would give me the honour of going on a date with me? You know with Valentine's being around the corner? I was thinking maybe a restaurant but it's all up to you." He asks.
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No way. I had a wet dream about my boss.
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"Any reason as to why you were staring me down ma'am?" He asks, his smirk laced in his words. Now that he's closer you notice that he had a striking scar on the corner of his lip. The scar is deep with memories and secrets.
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"What did you want to say, you have to be up there in 2 minutes," you ask him, placing your glass on a nearby waiter with a tray.
"Not much. Just that you look good."
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Without wasting another second, he pushes you off of him. "Kento where are you going we just got started?" You whine.
"Y/N I can't, you know I can't."
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" How long have you been thinking about me like that Y/N?"
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"Words princess, words."
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