Matsuda practically tripped over himself every time he came anywhere near you. The poor guy tried so hard to get your approval, but you were the type to keep your cards close to your chest. No way you’d let everyone know how much you secretly adored his efforts to impress you. It wouldn’t be appropriate. You’re chief of the NPA. His boss.

“Chief, here are the case files you asked for…” He sets them down on top of your desk. He’d been waiting for this moment all day, dreading it at the same time.