“I seem to have developed feelings for you . Will you give me the honor of going out with me? Ms . Hina Uzuki?”
Inside the dimly lit office, he confessed to her in a business-like manner . The gleaming neon lights from the brake lights of the car outside emanated through the windows and illuminated Hina’s face .
She was dressed in a freshly ironed black blouse paired with a light beige pleated pants . Her shoulder-length hair was styled into a ponytail for easier movement, and her bangs were smoothly tucked to the side with pins .
For a female, she was markedly masculine in appearance . She stared blankly at the guy who uttered those words as he closed the lid of his laptop .
“…Mr . Hasegawa, what did you say? A joke?”
“It would have been better if it was joke… Unfortunately, it is not . One way or another, I have come to genuinely like you . It may be a fact that’s very difficult to accept, but a fact is still a fact . ”
His words cut sharp as knife but it seemed like Hasegawa meant his love confession . But even though he had just confessed, he had a somewhat deeply-troubled look on his face . Seeing that expression, Hina blinked and furrowed her brows .
Kaoru Hasegawa . 32 yrs . old . Also known as the “Iron Mask of the Sales Department . ”
Despite being the ace of the Sales Department, Hasegawa always maintains an expressionless face, hence the nickname . He wears a silver thin-edged glasses which sits on top of his slender high-bridged nose and masks his sharp cut eyes . Even as a single guy, he always still manages to wear neatly ironed suits that seem to look brand new .
He was famous within the company for his stubborn perfectionism . He carries out tasks with great precision and accuracy . Even a single misprint in a document doesn’t escape his keen eyes . His desk has to be left as is, and if anything was misplaced by even an inch, he’s able to track down the perpetrator right away . Rumor also has it that the time and frequency of his coffee breaks are sharply determined .
That good-looking, strict perfectionist man, with a somewhat troubled expression, confessed his love to her in quite a monotonous tone .
Heaving a small sigh, Hina pinched her cheeks while trying to make sense of what just happened . Upon seeing this, Hasegawa surmised that she just became numb so she didn’t reply right away, and then crossing his arms together, he lowered his voice in a seemingly angry tone and said, “So, what’s your reply? To my confession, I mean . ”
“No, that’s impossible . ”
The moment Hina turned away, Hasegawa’s face curled in surprise and he took a step away from her as his body trembled in shock .
“…Are you sure?”
“I’m sure . Well then, Mr . Hasegawa, good work today!”
Hina swiftly grabbed her bag and immediately left, as if she was running away .
Chapter end
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