Magical Arts Agency, President's Office—
"Pre-President… h-how much longer are you going to stare…"
He had been staring at her for a long time. Even the mature Akiho couldn't stand his fiery gaze any longer and had to remind him with a shy and embarrassed tone.
She was wearing a tight, black secretary's uniform, her graceful figure perfectly accentuated. She was filled with an intellectual beauty and an extreme allure.
"Hahaha… sorry, sorry. Miss Akiho is just too beautiful. I was completely mesmerized," the great demon king laughed, not at all embarrassed.
Her blush deepened. It was the first time she had worn such an outfit, and as a mature woman, she knew how alluring she was to men.
She had already been stared at by many men with fiery and lustful eyes when she came to the agency, but their gazes only made her feel disgusted. His gaze was no different from theirs, but she found that she didn't feel disgusted by him.
Perhaps it was because he was Haruna's deskmate, perhaps because he was her boss, or perhaps because of his undisguised and frank demeanor.
"Please just call me Akiho, President. I look forward to working with you," she said, taking a deep breath to calm herself and bowing respectfully.
From now on, she would be working here as his official secretary. For her boss to use honorifics with her… she wasn't that arrogant.
"Well, if you say so, then I'll call you by your name from now on," he said with a shrug, not minding either way.
"From today, you are officially my secretary. I will now tell you what you need to do," he said, taking a thick stack of documents from his desk drawer.
"From now on, all these documents that require the president's signature are yours to handle. The management of the agency is also your full responsibility. You can do whatever you want with the company's development and operation, as long as you don't bankrupt it."
"If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. If you have any difficulties, you can also report to me. That's about it. Simple, right?"
His thoughtless expression and words left her completely stunned.
"Pre-President… if you give all of this to me, what will you do?"
Her eye twitching, she couldn't believe he was just handing over the entire company to her. Was he the president, or was she?
"Me? Of course, I just need to have the title of president."
"My dear Miss Akiho, why do you think I hired a secretary? It's because I don't want to do these troublesome things, so I found someone to do them for me," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His powerful reasoning instantly struck her like lightning, leaving her completely speechless.
Just because he found it troublesome, he hired a secretary to do everything for him, and even handed over the entire company without hesitation… my god, is this something a normal person would do?!
These past few days, she had learned a lot about him from her sister. Every time she mentioned her deskmate, her sister Haruna had a look of exasperation.
In that moment, she felt like she understood her sister's feelings…
This man was just too willful!
Speechless, she couldn't help but feel a little moved. Even with Haruna's connection, for him to hand over the management of the agency to her without hesitation… this was a level of trust that words couldn't describe…
"I'm sorry, President. Though I hope to be of help to you, but… but, managing a company… I really don't know how…"
With a look of shame, she was not a woman who coveted power and money. He was giving her all this power, but she couldn't just accept it so easily.
She had only ever been an editor at a publishing house. If it were just the usual secretarial work—serving tea, organizing documents, arranging schedules—she could do that. But to have a president who just handed over the entire management of the company to her… she was at a loss.
"You don't know?"
Seeing her ashamed expression, his brow furrowed.
"Come here," he said, without further explanation.
Though she didn't know what he wanted, she still took two steps forward, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and trepidation.
"Lean down a little."
She was quite tall, and he was sitting in his chair, only able to reach her chest. A little annoyed, he had to speak again.
Slightly taken aback, her face flushed red. He's not going to do something strange to me, is he?
Her heart pounded even faster. After a moment's hesitation, she still bent down, deciding to trust him.
A faint, pleasant scent wafted from her, making one a little intoxicated. Of course, he saw her reaction, a playful smirk on his lips. He then raised a hand—
And flicked her on the forehead…
"Ow… President!"
With a whimper, she clutched her forehead and took a few steps back, glaring at him with a mix of shame and anger.
She never would have thought that he would flick her on the forehead, like he was teasing a child.
"What, my dear secretary? Are you not convinced?"
His eyes narrowed, a cold smile on his face. "To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. To think that a girl as outstanding as Sairenji-san would have such a useless sister."
"Isn't it amazing to not know? If you don't know, then learn. Don't tell me you can't even do that. If that's the case, you can leave now. I don't need a useless vase here."
His words were incredibly harsh. She stared at him, and meeting his cold, disdainful gaze, a fire of anger ignited in her heart.
A vase? He called her a useless vase?!
"Who says I don't know how?!"
Gritting her teeth, she had never been so angry in her life. Though she had never been a competitive woman, his questioning and disdainful expression filled her with an intense frustration.
She didn't care if he was her sister's deskmate or her boss. In that moment, she had only one thought: she had to prove to this bastard that she was not a useless vase.
"Heh… then prove it to me."
"One month. I'll give you one month. I don't care what you do, as long as you can manage this agency well, I will acknowledge you, my dear secretary."
His expression changed faster than flipping a book. The cold smile and disdain vanished, replaced by a wicked, playful look.
"President, you…"
Quick on the uptake, and no longer blinded by anger, she instantly understood something.
Her clear, bright eyes stared at him, a strange, bright light in them…
"Hey, hey, my dear secretary, don't overthink it. If you can't satisfy me after a month, even if you are Sairenji-san's sister, I will still fire you," he said, his expression one of "don't get the wrong idea," his tone unyielding.
"Hmph, I will definitely prove it to you!"
Coming back to her senses, she replied with a firm snort.
With a faint smile, it seemed his goal had been achieved. As expected of the two sisters, under their gentle and prim exterior was a resilient and unyielding heart. He said no more and handed her the stack of documents.
She gave him a deep look, took the documents, and walked over to her own desk. As his secretary, the president's office was also her office, and her desk was next to his.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at the dazzlingly thick stack of documents in her hand, a look of determination in her eyes.
Just a moment ago, she thought she couldn't do it, but now she was filled with an endless motivation, as if there was nothing she couldn't do.
She knew that these changes were because of the man not far away. He had ignited the unyielding fighting spirit in her heart.
It was an incredible feeling. She was beginning to understand why Haruna was so concerned about him…