𝙾𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 || 𝚄𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗: 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 || 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝟷 | 𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚅𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜

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Her legs were crossed as she dialed a video call. "Five minutes. You're five minutes late." She stared at the hologram, pixels manifesting his beloved, iconic face. "Tell me you're near."

"Sure, I'm near." Y/n spotted the slight curve in the corner of his lips. "You know, I wouldn't be so late if there weren't any arguments."

"Although I enjoy the motorcycle breeze, sir, I'm wearing a skirt and chauffeurs don't bother to banter with me." She tilts her head, with a satisfied grin, tapping her index nail on her tablet.

"That excuse again? Don't you trust me, Y/n? Come on, I think we've passed the barriers between us. Hey, how 'bout we have a late-night coffee after the conference, hm?" The dangerous glint in his eyes made her sick to her stomach.

Y/n only let out an unamused hum. "Six minutes." She tapped the red button, her shoulders dropping as she exhaled deeply. His particular tone these days is more than suggestive despite the professional relationship they need to maintain. The inappropriate acts of kissing her on the cheek, obvious gawking, and subtle comments positioned her to understand his manic "I'm a famous baseball player, I own you and everyone" episode.

Ever since their move to Japan, he's been on edge. L.A. is practically a haven for Ken, but Y/n? She's a goddamn cockroach, resilient to a range of many environments, crazy temperatures, and conditions. Every fireball shot at Y/n, she'll take it like a soldier because if anyone follows Ken Sato's career, his assistant will be right behind him blizzard or sandstorm.

Out of pure boredom, she scanned the room spotting men and women alike. But one stuck out like a painfully sore thumb... Ami Wakita; Ken's hottest critique as of recent. "Where is he?!" One of the coordinators popped a vein, the anxiety in his chest piquing as each passing moment Sato was nonexistent in the eyes of the people.

She raised a brow. "Are you questioning Mr. Sato's time management?" With the help of her heels, she towered over the man, a mean scowl plastered on her already stoic mask.

"N-No...?"

She inched closer. "So if you were to ask his whereabouts again in a polite manner, I won't have to report to Ken Sato himself? Correct?" Her threatening smile made the man swallow all his courage to give a nod and an apprehensive grin. "Excellent."

"For the last few weeks, one name has dominated the headlines and what is sure to be a historic moment in baseball. In just three days, Giants fans will welcome a legend to the New Tokyo Dome as Ken Sato return to the land of his birth. Now, please join me in welcoming him back to Japan, the newest member of our Giants family, Ken Sato!"

Venom was permanently laced within the voice of Kenji Sato's assistant, it was honestly a job requirement. "I'm here, don't get your panties in a twist." She whipped her head towards the man as he cooly walked up to her. Ken's sly smirk shot his superiority throughout the whole crowd, blinding all the hot flashing lights. "Especially you, Y/n." His legs led him towards the podium, in passing he patted Y/n's shoulder, lips barely touching her helix. "I'm here, that's all that matters, right?"