Sakayanagi Narimori had two terminals: one for his daily work and one for contacting his daughter privately.
Sakayanagi Narimori was in a great mood. Just moments ago, the terminal he used to contact his daughter privately had rung.
Since his daughter was the only one who knew that number, and it had been a long time since she last called, Sakayanagi Narimori answered without even looking.
Hearing the warm, refined voice on the other end, tinged with excitement, Uesugi Hara fell unusually silent.
A series of possible responses flashed through his mind: abstract ones, funny ones, serious ones, silent ones, threatening ones, and downright crazy ones.
But he wouldn't say any of them aloud. That would be tantamount to admitting to, well, that.
Besides, he, Uesugi Hara, had gotten where he was today entirely on his own.
So he chose silence...
On the other end, Old Sakayanagi waited and waited for a response, then couldn't help calling out, "Arisu?"
"Chairman, I'm not Arisu," Uesugi Hara replied calmly.
A male voice? And... A-Arisu?!
At that moment, a certain father felt as if the sky had fallen.
Although Old Sakayanagi knew what was going on, he still asked, unwilling to give up, "Young man, how did you get this number?"
"Oh, I got it from Arisu." Uesugi Hara's tone remained unchanged, as if he were commenting on how nice the weather was today.
He knew Sakayanagi had tricked him, so he thought for a moment before adding, "She said we should get to know each other ahead of time."
Old Sakayanagi: "..."
He steadied himself and said, "Young man, may I ask who you are?"
His voice trembled slightly.
"I'm the person Sakayanagi has a crush on."
"I... I was asking for your name and class."
That hurt! It really, really hurt!