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“Sooooooooooooo—I heard you guys are looking for an IT specialist?” He strolled forward like he owned the place, hands in his pockets. Javier was in his eye glasses, a casual suit and a light necklace < https://pin.it/7tnAbkakq > . “Digital clothing marketing? Cybersecurity? Data analysis? Yeah, yeah—I know. You don’t have to look any further.” He motioned to himself with a dramatic wave. “The guy you need is standing right here.”
            
            A sharp inhale from the side.
            
            “Oh my god—!”
            
            The secretary—red-faced and breathless—came skidding to a stop, heels clicking against the floor. She latched onto his arm, trying to drag him back. “I’m so sorry, Miss Miyawaki! He had permission to enter, but I was supposed to escort him, and then he—he just vanished!”
            
            Javier turned slightly, smirking. No words said. 
            
            His eyes flicked back to the CEO, waiting. Measuring.
            
            Would she be impressed? Annoyed? Unbothered?
            
            ...well, let it be this or that, he might has a deeper, real deeper intentions for applying to no other but her company.

A deep breath—then a sharp kick against the office door. It rattled on its hinges before swinging open, making a statement before he even spoke.
            
            Classic Javier. Unprofessional? Completely. But subtlety was never his thing. Rules? Guidelines? He treated them like suggestions at best. Not like his department had any real control over him anyway. Not like his secret occupation's co-workers can handle his choatic attitudes neither. Childish could be the best way to describe him. But he is made of pureness. 
            
            The office was a world of its own—massive, sleek, designed for dominance. The kind of place that made you realize power wasn’t just about wealth; it was about presence. Floor-to-ceiling windows cast long streaks of light across the polished marble floor, reflecting off a minimalist yet undoubtedly expensive desk. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and fresh coffee, a blend of luxury and efficiency.
            
            But none of that mattered.
            
            Because there she was.
            
            Miyawaki Sakura. CEO. Model. The name that turned heads in boardrooms and on billboards alike. Who hadn’t heard of her? Running a fashion empire while being the face of it? That wasn’t just success—it was power wrapped in elegance.
            
            And the pictures didn’t do her justice.
            
            Up close, she was sharper, more stunning, effortlessly commanding. Confidence dripped from the way she sat. 
            Javier, unfazed as ever, flashed a grin and cleared his throat. 

@a_golden_teez 
            Me, myself, you also think that way maybe 
            
            -KJ

and here I am wondering who made you believe such thing.
            
            [~san~]

@prttry I'll meet you at the park sweet

sure! do you prefer a cafe or at the park?

@prttry want to meet today?

@a_golden_teez 
            I am here , San 
            /moves forward to put her arms around you in a warm hug;

Dear Lord of The Seven Oceans, not "just" for the lobsters.

I apologize for the rudeness, Miss, the lobsters were burning.

The waves tell way more than the conchs do.

/ blushes at your gesture, entering the car carefully ; thank you~

/ gives her hand a little squeeze out of excitement ; i can be sakura's passenger princess already? aaa let's go let's go!

i'm all set! what about you pretty kura?

readyyy!