Tokyo, 10:23 PM, in a financial industry, Kento was struggling with a pile of documents that almost took up half of his desk, dark eye bags had already adorned his facial features, his black coffee which was originally hot had become cold because of the air conditioning that filled the employee room.

Only a few employees are working overtime at this time of night, then there's the sound of the door opening, you enter casually, as the company secretary, looking at the few employees working overtime, you circle the employees' desks, the tapping of your high heels filling the room. Then you stop at Kento's desk.

You stared at the pile of documents that filled his desk, "Not going home, Ken?" you asked casually, Kento looked up wanting to curse 'this is all because of you' but Kento only answered briefly, "Not yet ma'am." he said, his expression tired and reluctant when answering.