The Collection - Chapter 2

Aug 17, 2012 22:31


She made her way back to her desk. She had been working as a temp in the company for the last month, so she was a temp by day and an out of job clothes designer/maker by night. She was trying to save money so she could set up a little shop to sell her designs. She wasn’t anywhere near that yet, so she sat on her chair and that’s when she saw HIM.



The best part of her job...

He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt and a red tie and it looked really good on him. He wore his dark straight hair short to the side and he had the darkest blue eyes. And well, better not get down to his body….

It was the best part of her job and the best part of the job of every other female in the office, few as they may be. And he was a rare sight since he usually worked from home; it wasn’t really common to see him more than 2, maybe 3, times a week. He came in saying hello to everybody. His walk was confident but not overly so. Akane sometimes thought that he may actually be a little shy. He was polite and even nice with everybody but he never seemed over confident with the women in the office, who, frankly, practically threw themselves at him.

He finally made it into his office and Akane was ever so thankful of glass walls. Out of the corner of her eye (she refused to be one of the women drooling openly over him) she saw him take off his black jacket and neatly put it on the hanger. He sat down turned on his computer and got to work.

“Well you better do the same thing” thought Akane to herself.

By the end of the day, she saw Makoto approaching Yamashita-san’s office. She had taken off her jacket, and only had a very revealing red tank top. She was carrying some papers with her. As she walked by my cubicle she looked at me, smile and said “Wish me luck!” I chuckled and said “Good luck” under my breath. She knocked on his door and came in. She walked up to his desk swaying her hips a little too much. Honestly, why did they bother? In the short time Akane had been there she’d seen many girls trying to get his attention and a date… or a night. It never worked. Makoto pushed some papers his way and pointed at something in them, revealing a LOT of cleavage while doing it. Yamashita-san didn’t look. “Maybe he’s gay” thought Akane. He seemed a little uncomfortable. Well she would be too if somebody was pushing her breasts at her. Akane chuckled again and went back to work. Two of the perks of being completely unremarkable were that, since you knew that nothing was ever going to happen with your incredibly hot temporary boss, she could maintain her composure in front of the guy. The other perk was that serial killers, or kidnappers, targeting beautiful, doll like women tended to overlook you. “Shut up” she told herself, “and go back to work or you’ll never finish on time.”

She hadn’t even started when Hiroshi called her. “Hey would you mind making copies of this and taking them to Yamashita-san for him to sign them? I really have to leave”

“Oh, come on. I’ll never finish with my work. Why don’t you give it to one of the other women here. They’ll be happy to do it.”

“They’d be thrilled to do it, but then they would go fix their makeup, fix their clothes, probably practice a few lines before even doing the copies.” He did have a point there. “Please? Pretty please??”

Akane sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. But you owe me. Again.” She grabbed the papers and went to make the copies. Some minutes later she knocked on the door and came in.

“Sorry, I have a few copies for you to sign.” She said. He looked up and looked at her. He tilted his head a little to the right and gave a little frown then he shook his head gave her a little smiled and said: “yeah, sure come on in.”

Oookkk. That was weird, thought Akane.

“Sorry.” He said. “I haven’t seen you around much. I can’t remember your name. That’s why I was staring.”

“Oh, that’s ok.” She answered. “I’m Kurogawa. Here, this is what you need to sign.” She said with a smile.

“Thank you” he answered smiling back. Man! It was a nice smile.

“You’re welcome” she answered and went back to her desk.

“That guy is impossible.” Akane turned to her left and saw Makoto in her desk next to her.

“I wasn’t trying anything”

“I know you weren’t, but he’s still impossible. He’s probably gay.”

Laughing, Akane answered: “Probably.” And went back to work.

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Takara was walking back and forth in the room. She’d been there for 6 days in that yellow room. He would have thought it was a nice room, albeit a little monochromatic. Her bed was, of course yellow and its head was against one of the walls, right below it there was a hole that communicated to the next room, which was empty. To the right, there was a small table and two very comfortable sofas. Right in front of the bed, she could see the bathroom door. Yes, she would have thought it was a nice room if it weren’t for the tiny and insignificant fact that she was chained to the fricking wall!

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