Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 11

"I just have to send out this last email."

"Sure thing, I'll go grab our coats."

"Ah, thank you."

"Iwaizumi-san, I think I made a mistake--"

"What, don't say that."

"Kindaichi you're going to give our boss a heart attack."

"Well you see I emailed the printers and I think I--"

"Oh. Shit. Hold on, hold on. I can... handle..."

Iwaizumi frowned low, fingers desperately tapping at the keys.

"They just sent me that, they should still be in office..."

Iwaizumi sent the email, glared down at the computer, waiting. Daichi and Kindaichi looked at him in tension filled silence. Iwaizumi could sense that Kindaichi was growing more nervous by the second at his last-minute screw up. "Don't fret," Iwaizumi said in a low voice.

Kindaichi almost jumped, eyes hopping to him and away again, "I'm sorry, I--"

The email pinged. Iwaizumi opened it. Frowned deeper. "These fucking--"

"What is it?" Daichi asked, low voice cautious.

"Miscommunication for a deadline. They're being pricks." Iwaizumi smacked the mouse away from the computer as if it had specifically wronged them, pulled out his phone and called the printers. It was in his recent contacts list, naturally.

Kindaichi started wringing his hands, mouth twisting. "Hey hey," Daichi said in a calming voice, "you heard him. Don't stress about i--"

"Put the dickhead who was harassing my editor on the phone," Iwaizumi barked. Daichi and Kindaichi flinched at the sudden harshness of his voice. Kindaichi looked like he was about to melt into his chair.

Iwaizumi let his head roll back on his shoulders as the phone went into silence. Then he thought he heard something-- a laugh far too happy to belong to someone in this building, a smile that bled into the voice of--

Oikawa was suddenly framed in the doorway of his office, talking to the receptionist and smiling his award winning smile. She motioned to the office, shyly slipping him her business card in the process. He thanked her, eyes all sparkling. She left and he turned his attention to the three editors.

"Iwa-chan!" he sang. Daichi looked to Iwaizumi with as much confusion as amusement.

"Ooh," Iwaizumi responded bitterly, phone still at his ear, "I do not have time for this."

"And who would you be?" Daichi asked, a bright smile appearing terrifyingly fast on his face as Oikawa sauntered toward them.

"Why are you here?" Iwaizumi interrupted, perturbed.

"I'm kicking open the door!" Oikawa responded blithely. "Or something."

"What?" Iwaizumi asked, glaring. Then a voice chirped onto the other end of the line and his face pulled back into Angry Editor Mode. "What is your problem!?" he spat suddenly.

Oikawa reared back, eyes thrown wide in surprise.

"He's defending our honor," Daichi explained apologetically.

Iwaizumi had taken part in this particular argument with this particular character enough times to half listen as Oikawa's smile went suave, his eyes going smoky as they landed on Daichi, "Oh. And who are you?" His smile twitched up at the corner, "Other than an athlete shamefully covering himself in a suit?"

Iwaizumi felt his face pull into a sneer as Daichi's face went red, "Sawamura Daichi. Sales Manager."

"Oikawa Tooru," Oikawa responded neatly, "Nice to meet you, Sales Manager-kun."