THE FALLEN ANGEL AT KARASUNO || HAIKYUU! FANFIC|| [HAITUS]

CHAPTER 21: PARENTS

||3RD POV||

Her parents notified the principal that she won't be at school for a while since they are in the city for business and need her for meetings with the directors. Currently, she is seated at the head of the table in a meeting with an intimidating aura as she had a scowl on her face, making the full-grown men nervous with how she was handling the meeting. Her cold dark eyes were on the man who was trying not to show that he was nervous as he spoke about the stock rates and selling percentage of the products being sold in a week or a month. As he paused, her velvety voice interrupts as she straightened herself, "That was something to hear but what concerns me is the selling percentage dropped by 15% in the past week, and I want, no, need to know why that has happened in our company."

Tension rose in the room as the men glanced at each other but a husky voice spoke as he glared at her, "Pardon my rudeness, but why must we listen to a teenage girl who clearly is here to stand in for her fool of a father?" Slowly, she rose from her chair with a file in hand, she flipped through it as she spoke in a dull tone, "Ah, yes, my father is currently busy with another meeting across the building and wanted his 'useless teenage daughter who has the IQ of 175 and is currently scouted by the top universities in the world' to attend a meeting that she can clearly not control."

She narrowed her eyes as she looks at the seated man who has shocked written across his face, her voice got low and cold as she added on, "Mr. Yoshimura, if you think that my father has made a foolish mistake of making me in charge of part of the family business, then I must say that this job isn't for you." He clenched his hand into a fist as he lowered his head in shame, knowing that he needs this job to provide for his family. She rolls her eyes and places the file onto the table as she spoke with her eyes closed, "Mr. Kudou, Mr. Kuse, and Mr. Ichijou, I need you three to find out why products have not been selling like they used to and report back to me when you three find why. The rest of you all, plan new ideas what the company could use to increase the popularity of the products. Meeting dismissed."

Quickly, all the men were out of their seats to escape the tensioned filled room as soon as possible, Mr. Yoshimura glanced at her as she neatened the papers in front of her. Her face was tired as she frowned and he scowled as he stormed out of the board room, she held the pile of files as she heads towards where her father was currently having a meeting of his own. She knocked against the door and she heard his voice, she opened the door and stepped in while bowing her head at the men who stared at her. Her heels made her look a bit taller as she walked towards her father who narrowed his eyes at her figure but they darkened when he saw the files in her arms.

She didn't flinch or gulp when she saw his gaze on the files, she gently placed the files onto the table in front of him as she explained to him in a soft tone, "Father, this is the files of the status of the selling and buying percentage of the products. I have unfortunate news about the said products, their selling percentage went down by 15% while the buying percentage went up by 23% which means that someone is buying unnecessary goods for storage." He thanked her as he flipped through the files, "Thank you, Aya. Please keep this situation under control and I'll speak to you when I have a break."

She nods and bowed her head as she excused herself from the room but she noticed there were a few men around her age, staring at her with wide eyes. She closed the door behind her with a sigh as she relaxed her shoulders just a bit, she blinked her eyes tiredly as she heads towards her office. She flops into her chair and spins around as she looks at the ceiling with tired eyes, she stopped spinning when she heard a knock against her door. She folded her hands onto her table that was neatened yet it was covered with papers. Her eyes narrowed as a tall figure opened the door and she bit back a smile when she saw the familiar face of her colleague who had two large coffees in his hands.