Undercover Desires | G.Tomioka x Reader |

Chapter 7

The days at Tomioka Industries had begun to blur together in a haze of routine, yet Y/N couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was deeply amiss. Despite Giyuu’s warnings to stay out of the company’s internal affairs, Y/N found herself increasingly drawn into the web of secrecy that seemed to surround every corner of the organisation.

The first thing she noticed was the shift in the behaviour of her colleagues. Conversations that used to flow freely had become stilted, filled with awkward pauses and sidelong glances. The friendly banter she had grown accustomed to was now overshadowed by an unspoken tension, as though everyone was walking on eggshells. It wasn’t just the employees in her immediate vicinity, either—executives who used to greet her with a polite nod now barely acknowledged her presence.

Y/N’s unease grew as she observed the subtle, yet telling changes. Employees had begun carrying their ID badges everywhere, even to the break room, where before they had often left them behind without a second thought. The badges themselves had changed too—now marked with different colours and symbols that indicated various levels of clearance. Y/N’s badge, once indistinguishable from others, now seemed to stand out like a sore thumb among the brightly coloured credentials worn by those around her.

Her curiosity was piqued, and Y/N started paying closer attention to the comings and goings in the office. She began to notice patterns she hadn’t seen before—certain employees would disappear for hours at a time, returning only to slip into meetings held behind closed doors. These meetings were always shrouded in secrecy, with heavy security detail posted outside to ensure no unauthorised personnel entered. Y/N found herself wondering what could possibly be so important that it required such extreme measures.

One afternoon, Y/N was organizing a set of documents Giyuu had handed her when she noticed something odd. A memo, half-hidden beneath a stack of papers, caught her eye. It was marked with a red stamp that read “CONFIDENTIAL” in bold, capital letters. Curious, Y/N carefully unfolded the memo, her eyes scanning the contents.

The memo was short and to the point, outlining the agenda for an upcoming meeting with a select group of high-ranking officials. The language was vague, filled with euphemisms that made it difficult to discern the true nature of the discussion. But one phrase stood out: “High-security clearance required.”

Y/N frowned, her mind racing. High-security clearance? For a simple business meeting? It didn’t make sense. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that she had never been informed of these meetings—not once had she been asked to schedule them or prepare any materials in advance. They were happening completely under the radar, with only a select few privy to the details.

Her suspicion deepened further when she overheard a conversation between two executives as she passed by one of the conference rooms. The door was slightly ajar, and though she couldn’t see who was speaking, their words were clear enough.

“I don’t like it,” one voice said, low and tense. “We’re taking too many risks. If something goes wrong—”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” the other voice interrupted, a note of finality in their tone. “We’ve covered our tracks. Besides, the boss has everything under control. Just stick to the plan.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the word “plan.” What plan? And why did it sound so ominous? She lingered outside the door, straining to hear more, but the voices dropped to a whisper, leaving her in the dark once again.

Feeling a growing sense of dread, Y/N decided to do some digging of her own. She began by checking the company’s internal network, searching for any documents or communications that might shed light on the secretive behaviour she had observed. But her access was limited, and every file she tried to open was protected by layers of encryption far beyond her clearance level.