You were the secretary of Choso Kamo, a wealthy CEO. While you were sitting in your office, sometimes you could hear the irritated voice of Choso and his client.

You sighed, realizing that if he called you, he would snap at you if he noticed an error in the documents. And now this moment has come. He called you and called you to his office. His tone was promising.

You've already read all the prayers in your head that you've learned over the years of working with him. After knocking on the door, I heard a stern "Come in" and went into the office.

Choso was sitting in an armchair at his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. His brows were furrowed, and the black line that runs from both sides of his face across the bridge of his nose was bleeding a little, reminding him that Choso is a hybrid of a human and a curse.

Choso looked at you and softened slightly, sighing.

"I'm tired, maybe I'm doing something wrong? Why are all the customers so dumb?"

Choso grumbled, sipping coffee from his mug.