>>5594717Yukimori’s office is as minimalistic as they come.
Only the bare essentials have a place here.
You’ve heard that he has always been the kind of person to optimize and perfect things, but you weren’t aware that mindset extended to his environment.
Beside Yukimori’s own desk and chair, there’s some filing cabinets and a square meeting table surrounded by simple chairs.
His black hair is slicked back, his beard trimmed.
Yukimori’s attention seem to be focused on the papers on his desk.
<span class="mu-g">“Nagata-san,”</span> says the man without looking up from his papers, pen in hand, <span class="mu-g">“To what do I owe the pleasure?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Well,”</span> you begin, eyes drifting around the office, <span class="mu-g">“I was wondering if you had a moment to chat.”</span>
For some reason the entire interaction thus far has had your nerves on edge.
There’s a sharp click as Yukimori puts away his pen, <span class="mu-g">“Of course,”</span> he says, gesturing towards the table in the middle of the room, <span class="mu-g">“Take a seat.”</span>
Wondering how you’re going to even breach the subject, you take a seat at the table as casually as you can.
<span class="mu-i">'Hello, sir. Excuse me, but your idol is being a rat bastard.'</span> is probably not the way to do it.
The man sits opposite from you, hands clasped and resting on the table.
If he feels inconvenienced at all by this sudden talk – his face doesn’t show it.
You realize that this man has probably spend more years as a manager than you’ve spend employed in total.
There’s a weird kind of pressure in the room, stifling.
Is this because he considers you a competitor? Or is this how he is all the time?
<span class="mu-g">“It’s about Ichihara Riko,”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“We’re concerned about some of her recent behaviour.”</span>
The man nods, <span class="mu-g">“What behaviour concerns you in particular?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Well, she’s been active in the chatroom of Kaiba Aoi as of recent,”</span> you reply.
The man frowns, <span class="mu-g">“This may seem blunt,”</span> he says, correcting his posture a bit, <span class="mu-g">“But could you share your entire story at once? It feels to me like you’re repeatedly making me ask for the obvious follow-up question. Which right now is: Why would her being active in a chatroom be concerning?”</span>
That was awfully blunt, yes, but he’s not wrong.
In your mind you’re still trying to find a way carefully breach the subject.
Perhaps there is a thing as being too sensitive or empathetic.
<span class="mu-g">“I’m simply trying to respect our time,” he says.</span>
