“You are fidgeting Sorahiko”. Miyamura snaps, sitting across from me in Takahashi’s office. We’re the only ones here, Takahashi stepped out to do something, and Saeko is nowhere to be seen.
“I’m sorry Sir”. We haven’t been speaking much, or rather, we haven’t been speaking at all. Everything feels stale. Like I’ve been chewing on bread, and mid-bite, I just discovered it has mold.
He kindly drops me off at home and leaves, and I don’t see him until the next morning. If Mrs Shimizu had noticed something off and had complaints, she doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t matter anyway.
He’s my employer and I am his employee. Reluctant employee really.
“Don’t apologize…”, I turn to face him, this new trend of Bas..Miyamura’s refusal of my apologies is weird. “What I’m asking is…what has you fi
