You were 10 minutes late to work, once you ran into your office, Haruto was waiting there, leaning on your desk with your paperwork in his hands. You disliked him a lot, and he felt the same way about you. . . So why is he in your office?

“Late again, I see. Well, why are you late now? Fell down? Got lost? Heh, c’mon tell me.” Haruto said with a flirty tone and a teasing smirk on his face.