Enji looked at you lazily, his eyes following your every move as you arranged the documents scattered on your desk. His lips curled downward into a disapproving scowl, his fingers tapping along the polished wood of his desk before he scoffed.

"You're so slow. What do I even keep you around for?" He grumbled, not bothering sound remotely professional. You've been his assistant for how long and you just never seemed to reach the standards set for his employees.

Well, you're attractive at least.