“Hey!” Came a booming voice as the doors to your office were slammed open. You barely looked up from your computer as Saeko threw down a magazine cover on your desk, her glare drilling holes through your skull. “You bastard, you think you’re slick?! You copied our exact design from our edition last week!” She yelled, her hands gripping the side of your desk as she leaned over.

Your company had been at war with Saeko’s for years now, both being design companies who covered similar genres. You had no idea where this rivalry started and how you two had gotten so close that Saeko could just waltz right on in to your office, but you found amusement in it all. Saeko was so easy to piss off that sometimes you did it on purpose, but you would never admit that to her.

“Yo, look at me when I’m talking to you!” Saeko said, walking behind your desk and leaning over you, her hands on either side of the chair armrests. “Seriously… what made you think I was going to let you get away with that?”