A chill ran down Ririko's spine. She turned around and found Jeremiah himself standing less than two steps behind her.
[Jeremiah Valeska, current infatuation value: 28/100]
He wore a navy suit and a black tie with a subtle pattern. His hair was neatly styled, and a meaningful smile played at his lips.
Excited squeals erupted throughout the Public Relations Department, especially from the women. No one had expected this "big shot" to visit their department.
Jeremiah looked over Ririko's head and gave the women a slight nod, as if to say, "Thank you for the compliments."
Ririko stared at him, her gaze like a meat grinder shredding him from head to toe.
"What are you doing here?"
Jeremiah's gaze returned to her defiant face. "I'm here for a senior management strategy meeting. And while I'm here, I need to review the Public Relations Department's promotional copy."
He turned slightly, his gaze settling on the computer on her desk.
Ririko snapped her powder compact shut.
She still remembered perfectly how he had tricked her into believing he was Jerome last time.
He had painted his face white and smeared red greasepaint around his mouth. Even his speech had carried Jerome's distinctive, fractured cadence.
Now he had adopted the air of a polished professional and appeared before her again like a damned red fly.
She silently thought that Prophetic Control's cooldown would end tomorrow. Then she could simply make him jump off this building.
She lifted her chin and turned toward the lounge, her forceful strides making it clear that the conversation was over.
Jeremiah's voice drifted lightly after her. "Where are you going?"
Ririko didn't stop.
"Do I have to report my every move to you?"
But Jeremiah's voice refused to let her go. "You're the one responsible for