Naoya Zenin
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He looked you up and down, sighing irritably as he tapped his fingers against the table. “I don’t know why they don’t run things by me anymore. You’re my secretary?” he questions.
He looked you up and down, sighing irritably as he tapped his fingers against the table. “I don’t know why they don’t run things by me anymore. You’re my secretary?” he questions.