$50 Handkerchief

A frail hand reached out to help up Riuji who was sitting on the ground.

"You must be Mrs. Nakama."

I was shocked to hear my last name spoken from a mere stranger. She was dressed like a classy flight attendent. A skin tight blue skirt seemed to hug her legs together, while her blouse was so loose I thought that those big mounds of hers would come flying right out.

"My name is Karen McCallister. Pleasure to meet you."

As she helped me up, I could see a few other formally dressed men and women get out of some really nice sports cars. Ferrari la Ferrari, Bugatti, Telsa— man, these people must be fucking rich! I smiled as I was helped up, and stood by as I watched Karen take a wad of keys out of her pocket. After about 5 minutes of waiting, it was finally time. I was so close to my dream job!

Just as if on cue, a tall man with dark brown hair approached the door. H O L Y S H I T. I froze for a second, and Kim turned around and noticed my face in awe.

"Mrs. Nakama? Are you feeling unwell? If you wish, I can always cancel your app—"

She was interrupted by that same man I was ogling at.

"No need, Mrs. McCallister."

He turned and met his gaze with mine. His complexion seeming to pierce right through me, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Mrs. Riuji Nakama will be heading up to my office with me momentarily."

His hand made a gesture that said to follow him, and I pursued. My mind was racing with thoughts. Is he my boss? Holy fuck is he hot... oh wait! I can't have a relation with my boss now!

As we stepped into the elevator, a blast of air conditioning greeted us and lifted up my black coat and dress. I pressed my hands down to protect myself. Then I heard him chuckle to himself. Just who is this guy?!

"Miss Riuji, you're leaking."

He covered his face with his palm as he handed me a handkerchief that felt silky to the touch. I looked up and noticed that his ears were bright red. I blushed and looked down. To my surprise, I WAS leaking— apparently I was so god damn horny at the moment as to leak my own fluid down my legs! How shameful— and what timing!

"W-would you like it back, sir?"

I couldn't help but stutter because of how embarrassed I was. A long sigh came from him.

"Just give it to me, and I'll wash it. That's a $50 handkerchief."

"Oh—"

I caught myself before cursing. This stifling atmosphere was too much... When will this elevator ride be over?! Finally I heard a ding and the two metal doors opened to reveal a large sized room that resembled an apartment complex.

"This is my office. Get familiar with it, because you will be sitting here."

He made a gesture to a small workbench full of items already on it.

"All of this is top of the line stuff, so if any of it breaks, you let me know. Your job will be to get me my coffee every morning from the cafeteria, and write up the reports that are on the desk."

I sat down and opened the laptop. The i7 Processor ran at lightning speed, making the boot time less than a second. Smirking, I laid back in the chair and shuffled through the papers. I could do so many things on this desk—

Then, as if to be reading my mind, he mentioned,

"And don't forget the company policy and general rules. The number 1 being that it is prohibited to have any work relations here beyond friendship."

He turned his head a little too look at me through the corner of his eye, making me tighten up and bite my lip.

"Failure to do so will result in termination of the contract."

He waved a document in his hand above his head, as if signaling to me the meaning of my contract.

I sighed, will it always be this tense?

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After the time slowly passed in the office, he finally got up and headed to the bathroom. On his way there, I noticed the handkerchief that I had used this morning hanging out of his pocket. After the door closed, I checked the time, 6:43pm. It was almost closing time, and most of the people had probably already left the office. I continued to sit there, trying to think nothing of it. To keep myself busy, I went back to working on one of the recent documents that had been placed on my desk.

*BANG*

I looked up at the bathroom door. Was he okay in there? I checked the time, and it read 7:12pm. HOLY SHIT! Did my boss just die?! I crept over to check, and placed my ear on the door. I heard heavy breathing, and what sounded to be a constant slapping noise. Was he in there playing in the sink or—?!? Then as if seeming to sense my presence, the noise stopped. I backed away and sat down at my desk right as the door unlocked. Keeping my head down and pretending to work, I heard him shuffle over to his desk with heavy feet and sit down with a sigh. I looked up to find him staring at me with blank eyes.

"You owe me $50 out of your paycheck, write that down."