“What do you mean? I hired you to be my secretary Sorahiko”. This is actually quite confusing. He tries to avert his gaze again, but I keep my grip on his chin firm.
He’s not escaping till I understand whatever he is talking about.
“Y..yes you did, I’m sorry sir…I’m just speaking nonsense”. Like hell.
“Sorahiko”. His name falls like a snarl from my lips. He stiffens under my touch, his body tense like a spring. “I thought I told you not to anger me?”.
He seems to deflate at that, then he starts speaking quietly.
“I am not good at my job, and I keep on making mistakes…”. He’s not stuttering, and his pheromones smell resigned. I don’t like that scent. “I keep on offending you sir, but you don’t punish me”.
“What do punishments have to do with your position as my secretary?”. I can
