3rd Person POV
"What, there's more to be done?!" Hiroshi tucked his hair with both hands out of frustration. Haruto sighed out of pity for his colleague.
"Sorry dude, but Mr Yamaguchi needs the editing for tomorrow's paper done by five." Hiroshi shook his head, while taking the half edited papers from Haruto.
"It's fine. That egoistic Iori, taking advantage of me." Hiroshi's frustration only grew more when mentioning the secretary's name and he knew he shouldn't. Haruto took out something from his pants pocket because he knew Hiroshi needed it and he waved it in front of his tired friend.
"Energy bar?" Hiroshi's spirits were lifted as he chuckled, he didn't expect that his colleague would have it.
"Yup, eat this. If it works on me, it should work on you too." Hiroshi smiled from his friend's gratitude. He thanked Haruto and he walked back to his working desk.
"Well, let's finish this." Hiroshi clicked his pen and started editing the papers.
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Hiroshi Ito's POV
" I'm done- owowow..." I winced in pain as I slowly massaged my sore hand from writing too much. I hope the pain will subside by the time I get home. I looked at my watch.
4.45 p.m.
" Yo, dude! You're done with the editing?" Haruto, who was sitting across me asked.
"Yeah, I just need to hand the papers to, ugh, Iori." I knew my expression turned sour when saying his name. Haruto chuckled.
"Damn, you really hate that man huh?" Of course I hate him! He gives me extra work to do when I can already go home for the day, he threatens me to not go near Mitsue and hm, what else? Oh, he hates me too.
"Well, you should be going. You don't want the secretary to be angry." Haruto teased me. Thank you Haruto for making me feel better. I put the papers together and walked my way to the elevator.
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"Hiroshi, why are you still scared to go in!" I muttered to myself, pressuring to go in Iori's office. This is probably the thirtieth time I've went to his office but the wimp that I am, still do not dare to just knock and go in. I lifted up my hand to knock on Iori's door when someone opened the door before I even get to knock.
" Why are you standing outside of my door? Were you about to make-out with it?" Iori folded his arms, furrowing his brows. This dick! He knows how to insult me for sure, but I swear I will get to you one day! I looked down, not trying to make eye contact with Iori.
"Anyways, what are you doing here?" I lifted my head up, on accident, and saw his expression. He is handsome, but ugly when trying to make the 'pissed off' face. I wanted to laugh so badly but I held it in. I gave the edited papers to him.
"Haruto asked me to complete the last final editing for tomorrow's paper. Here are the drafts, I believe you needed it Mr Yamaguchi." Iori snatched the papers away from me and flipped through briefly.
" I'll check it once again later in the evening. You may go now." I bowed slightly and was ready to go home for the day.
"Hiroshi," Iori called out to me. I turned to face him. What the hell does he want from me now?
"I need to talk to you about something. Come into my office." This better not be anything about Mitsue.
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I closed the door behind me and I sighed. It was about Mitsue. Freaking hell. I closed my eyes, thinking about what happened...
~Flashback to what happened in Iori's office~
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Skeleton In The Closet
General Fiction"Ahhh, that was a nice shower." I twist the pipe to turn off the water that was coming out from the shower head. I got out and put on my comfy sweater and sweatpants, and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I took out all the ingredients nee...
