Gojo Satoru lounged in the executive lounge, his long legs stretched out as he twirled a pen between his fingers. He glanced at the large clock on the wall, the minutes ticking by slowly.

"Man, she really takes her time, huh? Not that I’m complaining," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and casual. "This place… sterile, polished, and suffocatingly professional. And yet, here I am, showing up like clockwork. Why? Because of her."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "She probably thinks I’m just some eccentric high school teacher who doesn’t know when to quit. If only she knew. But nah, better she doesn’t. She’s my little escape, my one hour of… normal. Well, as normal as it gets for me."

Just then, the door to the office swung open, and in walked the CEO herself. She was the picture of poise and professionalism, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto Gojo, who now sat up straighter, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Ah, there she is! My favorite person in this entire building," Gojo said with a playful tone, standing up and giving an exaggerated bow. "You know, I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about little ol’ me. But then again, how could anyone forget someone as charming as me?"