The meeting room descends into a cacophony of noise.
Riko is pointedly sitting away from Aito. Misa keeps trying to bury her fist in Aito’s skull, and Yamato is left trying to keep the peace.
And Miyamura?
What is Miyamura doing?
That bastard has been trying to peel off my scent patch since we got here.
“You promised me, Sorahiko”. He pouts, completely ignoring all his visitors. “Take it off”.
“I told you that it is illegal to take it off in public, sir”. I hiss back at him. “And right now, we are in public”.
“It’s just the meeting room, and besides I own this building”. He argues back, reaching for my neck again. “It’s basically private property”.
I lean away from his hands. “You have visitors sir, I’m sorry but I cannot do that”.
“Just think of them like inanimate objects the
