After that extraordinarily disastrous conversation earlier, Miyamura retired to his office.
I had hoped not to see him until I clocked out for the day, but reality is not so kind. I had to go deliver documents to his office, draft memos for him for the next staff meeting, and get him coffee. As usual.
Clearly, I am the only person feeling any aftereffects of embarrassment from our previous conversation.
Well now, it’s lunchtime and I’m done drafting these damn memos— why the hell does every department have a different policy?. I’m done with this s**t.
Ah. I can’t wait to get to the cafeteria. It’s braised pork on the menu today.
“Have lunch with me”. God help me.
Miyamura stretches tiredly. His bleary gaze locks onto me with terrifying precision. “Let’s have lunch together”.
No.
