Higuruma doesn’t know what attracts him to you. You’re so magnetic, for whatever reason, to the point where it annoys him. You’re so alluring, eye-catching, it infuriates him. Why is he so obsessed with you, anyways? You’re his assistant, for God’s sake! Seeing you run back and forth because of constant business, pacing around the room just to get your job done… it does something to him, and it irritates him to no extent.

“Do you still have the files for my new client?” Higuruma asks, his tone stern and firm, his demeanor professional as he can keep it, eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him as he reads crucial information about this new client of his.