“Why do you seem confused?”. Miyamura asks, tilting his head at me.
“Because I do not understand what you mean sir…”. It’s a struggle to even string my thoughts together— because of what he did to me. “Why am I your date to the gala? And what does that have to do with the Omega Rehabilitation Center?”.
We both send looks at the other document on the table. Miyamura sighs, then walks away and flops down on the sofa in the middle of the office.
“You’re my date because we are compatible…”. He should please stop saying that. It sounds like a bad omen. “And because of Takahashi”.
Takahashi?.
Standing by his desk, I sent him the best ‘This poor omega is confused’ glance I can muster.
He sighs again and glares at me. “We have had two thousand omegas withdraw their job applications from
