A man exuding dark and gloomy energy strode in, flanked by two men in black suits and sunglasses.
"Morning, boss!" everyone chimed in unison.
It's already ten; is that still considered morning?
But that's not the point, the point is...
This familiar aura of intimidation...
This deep, dark, and piercing gaze...
This extraordinary ability to create an icy atmosphere rivaling someone's...
The man, with his usual gloomy expression, scanned the employees one by one but suddenly stopped in his tracks when his gaze fell on the woman beside the sofa. Next, he took off his sunglasses in shock.
Then, disregarding his image, he dashed toward the woman. His tall body pounced on her, knocking her onto the sofa, as his fluffy, flaxen head rubbed against her chest, speaking in a tone as pitiful as if about to cry, "Xixi-chan~"
And also, this suddenly idiotic and terrifying dual personality...
