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Kentaro was already present when Ayaka walked into the room. As he greeted her and commented on her outfit she gave a light exacerbated sigh. [color=00aeef]"Kentaro-san,"[/color] Ayaka greets him simply. Usually Ayaka would find amusement in good-natured flirty remarks and would take pleasure in any chance she got to use that voice of hers but there was something about Kentaro's... was it humour or was he truly that full of himself? Ayaka swore that in the rare moments a caring soul took light but they were so fleeting she was unsure if it were true or her tendency to want to see good in her peers. Regardless his remarks fell much more on the sleazy side than general entertainment and thus Ayaka struggled to find pleasure in most of their many conversations.

As Kentaro brought up reports Ayaka gave a nod, [color=00aeef]"Of course, just bring them over in the next couple of hours,"[/color] and with that returns to her conversation with Emi.

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Ayaka expelled a sigh of relief as the announcement was called. She was safe... for now. Generally Ayaka didn't care for the politics of the company. The Taishi could change hands and upper management would care and she couldn't care less but something seemed... off about this situation. She twiddled her pen in her fingers between writing points for the recap email she was to send out. She scrawled half-cohesive sarcastic thoughts that would undoubtedly need to be highly reworked or removed from the proper sent put version- Ayaka didn't need Hanazawa's scurinty. 

[i]Rich to get richer[/i] she scrawled
[i]Useless vague 'we're making a good change' comment, sure you are buddy[/i]

Ayaka looked up again noticing something on Hanazawa's head. Were they horns? No, they couldn't be. She blinked a few times to adjust her eyes. What else could they be though? The sleep deprivation and her 2 year old's imagination must be driving her mad. Still, she returned to her notepad

[i]The Demon Middle Manager is taking his title way too seriously[/i]

Eventually the group were dismissed. Ayaka gave a small bow to her boss and his new superior and retired to her desk. She slipped into her swivel chair and wheeled herself to her desk where she logged in to her computer, insulting it a couple of times as it's cold screen instructed her her password was wrong (all though she was [i]positive[/i] she was right.)

[color=00aeef]"Let me in, your stupid hunk of metal!"[/color] she snaps, giving the monitor a gentle whack, at that it finally let her in. A smile resurfaced on Ayaka's face as she went to work, opening all of the calendars of sales representatives and complaints officers, ready to book in calls and consultations. It would be a good day she decided.