A secretary at Sion is madly in lov

A secretary at Sion is madly in love with the boss, Kirishima is not amused.

AN: Had a bit of time today and decided to work on an idea from long ago. It is short but I do hope you like it none the less. I am working on Secret Admirer when I have some time but it is going kind of slow so wait a bit longer for that.

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Secretary

The secretary arrived at six forty five just like every day. Copies were made, day schedules double checked and memorized and fresh tea was made with two spoons of pure honey added to it. Last minute reports were placed inside the office along with the cup of tea and papers were organized by order of importance. Plants were watered in the spacious office and his favorite incense lighted giving the pristine environment a somewhat welcoming atmosphere. A package containing twelve packs of Dunhill cigarettes was placed at the right bottom drawer of his desk, just in case he needed them, and she checked that all the expensive engraved extra lighters were filled with fluid and ready to go taking away those who were almost empty to be replaced by filled ones. The secretary went back to the desk, a small yet comfortable reception area just outside of his office and sat down waiting patiently.

He arrived exactly at seven thirty, just like he did every day, the trip from his side of Shinjuku was not a long one. To her, he was just so beautiful, all elegance and professionalism. His dark hair was at the same time the bane of her existence and the object of her fascination, it just wouldn't leave her mind regardless of whether she was awake or asleep, and she wished with all her might she could just get him out of her head. So handsome he was… and she wished he could be hers… that he would notice her just once and take her into his arms even if just for a second. But he would never do it, he had eyes for only one person in this world and he took all of his attention. As soon as that man walked into the room everyone else fell short in the eyes of the object of her affections. To that man, there was only him and no one else.

She understood the appeal, he was young and beautiful, and his eyes held a certain something that pulled you in with its fire. But honestly, she much preferred his calculating, intelligent eyes to any other. She longed to run her hands through that beautiful dark hair and to taste those lips she craved so much.

He would never see her, she knew that much. Compared to that man she was absolutely insignificant and she was willing to live with it, doing the things she did every day from six forty five to midnight. All those little seemingly insignificant things just to make his day to day a bit easier. She would continue to do them all for him, because despite knowing he would never notice her she had hopelessly fallen in love him and despite how much it hurt to be invisible, she wanted to make him happy.

His body was so wide, so muscled and toned underneath that expensive three piece suit. Yes, she wanted to be lost in the expanse of his chest. Oh, how the thought made her blood run hot in her veins. Oh, yes, she understood the appeal alright. The fascination that such an exotic creature could cause in a man, but still, she could not help but feel cheated. Here she was pining over him, wanting to give him her everything and he only had eyes for that man. 'Pathetic.' She thought, knowing that she was, for holding on to such minimal and practically none existent hopes that he would one day see her as something more than a secretary. That he would one day realize she was also a woman and that her heart beat frantically every morning at exactly seven thirty when his trek from the limousine to his office would take him through the small lobby where behind her desk she waited for him.

He enters the office, seven thirty five to the dot and reports are being delivered. Golden eyes scan pages as a loyal secretary delivers concise summaries of what transpired regarding the man's many businesses during the short hours they were gone.

The morning passed swiftly, as it does every day, and lunch time came around. She gathers her things and meets up with the other secretaries for a short lunch at a small business not too far away. Never too far away in case they are needed. There were others there, he would not be, she knew. Someone so important and sophisticated would never grace them with his presence outside of the place of work, he was so unreachable. A dream she dram every single night but never a reality or a possibility. She sighs and goes back to eating and chatting, to pretending the loneliness is not eating at her core with every passing hour. To pretend that she is not starving and his presence is not the nectar that satiates and pains her all at once. He would never know, and she knows it, he will never notice and she convinces herself it is okay.

Back at her post, she gazes at him longingly. He doesn't notice, they are talking again, on their way back from a meeting with a powerful company's board. She already heard he had tricked them, taken everything from them and left them all with only the clothes on their back. His cold and calculating intelligence, his relentless will to see through what he puts his mind into is almost legendary. He was truly worthy of the admiration from which her fascination sprung, an elite in the world of business and a shark when he truly wanted, it only made her respect and want him more