Speaking of vehicles, the male secretary checked his watch, looking somewhat troubled. "I have to rush to Tokyo later to take care of something too, and I have no idea how long the round trip will take—Miss Shirai, why don't you take the guests sightseeing instead?"
"..." Curacao nearly choked on her coffee. She glanced at the male secretary and did her best to suppress the killing intent in her eyes. "But I haven't been here for long, so I'm not familiar with the area. In that regard, I'm no different from the guests."
The male secretary smiled and shook his head. "The difference is huge." —After all, you'll soon be working under that old fossil, Lawyer Tachibana. It's perfectly normal for you to do some work in advance.
Looking at this fellow sufferer before him—no, fellow sister in suffering—the male secretary stood up, feeling utterly relieved.
"And as I recall, this isn't actually your first time here. You've visited several times before, and I was the one who received you back then. This place may be vast, but the scenery is very simple. As a professional lawyer with such a good memory, you must still remember the places I introduced to you, right? Just take these guests around them again."
With that, he gave Curacao no chance to object. Claiming that time was tight, he hurried away.
Curacao tried hard to ignore Uzo's burning gaze from the corner of her eye. Staring at the male secretary's Chang Gui-like retreating back, she nearly crushed her coffee cup. "..." Damn it, just you wait...
No matter what she was actually thinking, Miss Shirai barely managed to maintain the reaction expected of a normal person.
Mouri Ran failed to notice the turbulent emotions beneath her calm exterior. Hearing John barking anxiously outside