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[color=#843b82]𝒜𝓎𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝑀𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒶 [/color][/h1]
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At precisely 7 AM, the office doors flung wide open. The heavy click of heels filled an otherwise quiet office corridor, turning the heads of any worker still waffling about over their morning coffees. Some bowed their heads, some scrambled away to their desks and an unfortunate, dumb few approached Ayumi with a greeting. 

The first was a middle-aged man, holding his oversized glasses in place with one hand, grasping a cup of coffee with the other. "Good morning, Murata-san!" His grip on the glasses gave way for a wave, and they immediately slipped off his face.

Ayumi caught them mid-fall and slapped them back on with more force than was necessary. [i]Honestly[/i], Sato would have dropped his entire head if it weren't attached to his spine.[color=#843b82] "If you've time to run your mouth, I assume your report is finished?"[/color]

He was taken aback, about to answer, but she was faster.[color=#843b82] "Clean those glasses and get to work."[/color]

She managed to take but a few dozen steps more before a man in his twenties sauntered closer. His gnarly blue suit was two sizes too big, and his fingers glimmered with fake diamonds. It seemed as though Maeda's fashion sense grew worse every passing day. "Ah, Murata-san~ how is your morning?" 

In one quick motion, Ayumi pulled out a stack of papers from her suitcase and pushed them into his chest. [color=#843b82]"Awful. These need to be on Takayama's desk in five minutes, signed and stamped. Do your job on time, and hopefully we will both have a better morning tomorrow."[/color]

Just a few more corners, and she'd be at the break room. Coffee first, then she'd find Hanazawa and show him what a [i]true [/i]demon was. The man had [i]dared [/i]ignore her calls the whole morning, and there was no excuse hefty enough for such behaviour. Well... perhaps death. If he was dead, she'd forgive him.

"Murata-sa--"

Ayumi whirled around, eyes narrowed into slits at the umpteenth interruption. As her gaze fell on a young, startled woman however, her expression softened somewhat. The intern. She had half the pay of her senpai, but twice the work morale. [color=#843b82]"Takayama. Good morning. I trust you've been unbothered today?"[/color]

She bowed, hugging a pile of papers to her chest. "Y-yes, he didn't approach me this morning. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him."

[i]And you never will again, [/i]Ayumi knew. She'd made sure of it. [color=#843b82]"And the reimbursement I wanted?"[/color]

"Done. I sent the copy to Shimada-san just in case."

[color=#843b82]"Good." [/color]Ayumi turned on her heel and continued on her way. She'd had way too many conversations before her morning coffee. At the very least, she didn't need to worry about making some; someone always made sure a nice cup was waiting for her in the break room. Black, no sugar, just the way she wanted.

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Conference Room

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Ayumi should have known the day was going to be awful the second she'd poured stale coffee down her throat. But as she watched Hanazawa walk into the conference room [i]daring [/i]to be alive, she was about ready to go for his throat. Worse, he was accompanied by an unknown man - when there shouldn't have been a soul within these walls Ayumi didn't know by name. And were those [i]horns [/i]on Hanazawa's head? Had he started taking accessorizing advice from Maeda? 

Then came the real news, and Ayumi crushed the coffee container in her hand with a splat. The Taishi Corporation had been...[i] what?![/i] Why hadn't she heard of this before? The Goe Group? What manner of group was that?! They were instructed to direct any further questions to Hanazawa and oh, Ayumi would. She [i]would[/i]. But first, to ensure no one lost their life, she needed coffee. The proper kind.

Without a word, Ayumi stood up from her seat and started to make her way to the break room. The click of her heels filled the corridors once more, this time even louder.[/color]