[Updated at midnight. A silly comedy]
Hi, everyone. I'm Fukazawa Chie, a third-year business student at the University of Tokyo.
During a holiday, I needed internship experience, so I asked my dad to find me any internship to pass the time.
My dad was efficient. By the next day, everything was arranged:
The internship was at an office building in Yokohama's most expensive district. The men working there were all dressed in suits and sunglasses, with a serious air about them. They were ducks with very high status.
Though there was no sign at the entrance, I guessed they were probably an insurance company or some kind of security firm.
As a newbie intern, I diligently ran errands in the finance department for a man with glasses.
After being forced into a 24/7 corporate drone life where he worked overtime and so did I, I finally couldn't take it anymore and complained to my dad.
He thought it over, then pulled some strings to send me to handle expense reports for a man in bandages.
Looking at the expense forms long enough to circle the Earth eighteen times, and at the bandaged man smiling as he said he had no money and therefore couldn't pay me, I decided to fend for myself and make a break for it.
So I schemed to grab hold of a handsome, kind-hearted man in a hat by the elevator and passionately told him how capable I was, then begged him to let me switch jobs.
The man in the hat smiled faintly and shoved me into a document room stacked with papers all the way to the ceiling.
“Keep it up. There's plenty more where that came from.”
The holiday ended, and by the time I realized what was happening, this unscrupulous company had been exploiting me for two whole months.
Even more suffocating, my internship experience now had a very impressive line on my resume:
-Port Mafia-
-Approved by both Double Black executives-
After graduation, I couldn't find a normal job at all. I stared pensively at the offers in front of me from the Port Mafia, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Special Division for Unusual Powers.
In the end, I decided to go teach ordinary math at some jujutsu school in Tokyo...
In a sentence: The story of how I went from an ordinary intern to dating a company executive.
**Please Note**
1. Out-of-character fluff, lighthearted, with no regard for logic. The pairing will be decided as the story develops.
2. All the workplace details are made up, and the timeline is off. Please don't nitpick.
3. Character designs for the cover by @Hedong. Thanks!
4. Click on my author page for a surprise.
Theme: Study hard and make progress every day.
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Damn it, madam, look at me, when will this book be updated? Can I wait until 22 years for it?
Are you stealing cats? Hahahahahahahahaha
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Oh, it's to help Odasaku
Dig the soil and look at this place!