On top of a sprawling forty-story skyscraper that dominated the city skyline, within an incredibly luxurious office furnished with dark wood and minimalist chrome, a woman sat behind a massive desk.
She was an arresting figure: an incredibly beautiful adult woman with ash-blonde hair styled in severe waves, striking red eyes framed by elegant black-rimmed glasses, and dressed in a tailored, charcoal-grey suit jacket paired with a tight pencil skirt.
Black stockings encased her long legs, ending in expensive, high-heeled pumps.
She is Kageyama Hakari, the mother of Kageyama Seijirou.
And at this moment, she was staring at her phone, reading the message sent by her son.
After awhile, she slowly lowered her phone, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips as she finished reading her son's dismissive reply.
For a fleeting moment, her red eyes held a glint of amusement, a rare display of warmth for her only child.
