"Mm..."
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze drifted downward and lingered on Secretary Chika's soft, tempting lips for two seconds before he mused:
"Secretary Chika, go pour us some tea."
"Ugh..." Fujiwara Chika puffed out her cheeks. "That's obviously just making me do the odd jobs, isn't it?"
Amamiya Natsuki handed her the pen and said:
"Then how about filling out the application form?"
"No." Fujiwara Chika shook her head. "That stuff is so formal. It feels like copying a template, and there's no fun in it at all."
Amamiya Natsuki went on:
"How about doing the financial statements in Kashiwagi's place?"
Fujiwara Chika blinked.
"I don't know how."
"..."
Their eyes met.
Fujiwara Chika stuck out her soft pink tongue, then obediently turned around.
"I'll go pour you some tea."
A moment later.
"Here you go, President. The tea's ready."
Fujiwara Chika poured a cup of tea for Accountant Kashiwagi, then carried another cup of black tea over to the desk.
"Thank you."
Amamiya Natsuki thanked her politely, capped the fountain pen in his hand, and set it near the edge of the desk.
Clack~
As he took the tea, Amamiya Natsuki lightly bumped the pen with his arm, and it clattered to the floor.
"President, your pen fell."
Fujiwara Chika had no idea she'd fallen into a trap. As she spoke, she crouched to pick it up.
Once she had the pen, Fujiwara Chika was about to stand when a hand suddenly reached over and rested on her shoulder.
"Eh, President?"
Fujiwara Chika looked up at Amamiya Natsuki, who had crouched beside her, and asked in confusion:
"I already picked up the pen."
Amamiya Natsuki lowered his voice.
"That was the pen I knocked down on purpose."
"Eh? What?"
Fujiwara Chika blinked in confusion, then quickly caught on. Her pretty face