Working as a secretary for Japan's number two hero was not an easy task, if anything, it was tedious and the day was never easy.

You couldn't say that the pay was enough to keep the job, except for the need to be employed. Being a secretary gave you a certain status, it was true, a kind of closeness with your boss that was not ignored by the rest of the office workers. It was a common thought in other people's eyes, there was something more between the two of you.

Maybe it was true, the looks that persisted, the light friction of skin on skin that felt like excuses to touch you, the way he pronounced your name with a softness foreign to others. Maybe it was true and there was something more between you and your boss, but really, how possible was it? After all, your boss was not known for his fondness for anything related to intimate and romantic relationships.

Your coworkers could say and think whatever they wanted, from rumors to wild theories, but at the end of the day, you were the one who knew him more than anyone else. That was the problem, you didn't know how your boss felt, not yet.