Miwa Chisei hadn't lost her appetite because someone had sabotaged her matchmaking date. She had lost it because of the man sitting across from her.
The ladies' watch on her wrist had already reached nine, when the club began to come alive. Tonight was the birthday celebration for the star hostess of the Oiran Club in Ginza, Tokyo. All sorts of prominent guests would be gathering, and Miwa Chisei needed to make an appearance.
So her special outfit wasn't for Ryo Suzuki. It was for work.
"I'm leaving."
Miwa Chisei offered a perfunctory farewell, then got up to leave. Satoru Gojo naturally fell into step beside her.
"I still have work."
Miwa Chisei eyed Satoru Gojo with an unfriendly expression, once again trying to gauge what mischief he was plotting.
Satoru Gojo merely gave her a grin that begged to be punched.
"Boss, I'm a VVVIP at your club. Can't I go to little Mika's birthday party?"
For reasons known only to himself, Satoru Gojo had loaded a hundred million Japanese yen onto a membership card. Perhaps the Gojo Clan's young master simply had money to burn.
Miwa Chisei schooled her expression and said nothing. Her gaze skimmed over the silver bracelet on his wrist before she awkwardly looked away.
"No bullying my employees today."
"What bullying? We always have such pleasant chats."
"Are you sure? Every time, the manager has to counsel them for a week before they recover from the psychological damage. What the hell are you saying to them, you bastard?"
"That's just because they're not good enough at their jobs."
Wake up, Satoru Gojo. Not everyone can withstand you as well as Miwa Chisei can.
The birthday flower baskets already stretched from the club's entrance to the elevator. As the hottest club in Ginza, Tokyo, it