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Haruna had been dating Okamoto since last winter. They initially met by chance at a design exhibition in May, where Okamoto was very considerate towards her. They reminisced about their university days, and Haruna was always eager to meet him.
However, when she overheard at the office that Yukiho's husband, who had been married for nearly three years, was Naoki Okamoto, she immediately cut off all contact unilaterally.
At the end of the year, Okamoto suffered from acute appendicitis. Yukiho had to go to another city for work and asked Haruna to take care of Okamoto. This situation gradually blurred the clear line that had once separated them until it completely vanished.
Nichido Planning required employees to arrive at work by 8:30 every morning. Haruna hurriedly bought some takoyaki from a roadside stall and rushed to the office.
As Haruna walked into the office department, Yukiho was placing a pot of tea on her desk.
"Ah, Haruna, you're here," Yukiho looked up and smiled.
"Yes, this is for you." Haruna handed Yukiho a bag filled with local specialties from her hometown, including chestnut cakes and honey.
"Oh dear, is this just for Asada?" The manager strode over from the floor-to-ceiling windows, grinning as she looked at them.
"Of course not." Haruna quickly placed several bags she had prepared earlier on the desk. Yukiho came over to help, which made Haruna feel a wave of frustration.
Yukiho was always like this; no matter how troublesome a task was, she would do her best to complete it. Whether it was pouring tea or calling to order lunch, Yukiho would take care of it herself instead of passing it off to someone else.
Since they were university classmates, Haruna felt a closer bond with Yukiho. Whenever Yukiho helped her with something, Haruna experienced a strong sense of guilt, which was why she wanted to sever ties with Okamoto.
"I'm... I'm sorry! Am I late?" After a hurried sound of footsteps, several stacked folders were placed on the desk.
A tall and slender boy stood by the table, panting as if he had just run there. Haruna turned to look at him, recalling that he was Takashi Fujishiro, who had been assigned to intern from Toho University just at the beginning of October.
Since Haruna would be on leave at the end of the month, they hadn't had much interaction. However, Fujiwara had left a good impression on everyone; although he seemed a bit scatterbrained, he was very hardworking and sincere.
“It’s a bit late,” the manager said, taking the estimation sheet that Fujiwara handed over and deliberately putting on a serious expression. “Asada, you still haven’t taught him well.”
“Ah, this isn’t Asada Senpai’s fault…” Fujiwara quickly shook his head, glancing worriedly at Yukiho as his face gradually turned red.
Yukiho chuckled softly and picked up the plastic bag in front of Haruna. “The manager is just joking with you. The project proposal was approved yesterday. This is something Haruna brought from her hometown; hurry up and accept it.”
“Huh?” Fujiwara was taken aback for a moment.
“There’s not much in there,” Haruna nodded slightly at him.
Fujiwara exclaimed in realization and hurriedly accepted the bag, bowing slightly to Haruna to express his gratitude.
Suddenly, a phone rang at the neighboring desk, signaling the start of a busy day. The team members stopped their chatter and took their seats at their respective desks.
“Hello, this is Nitto Planning Advertising Headquarters…”
By nearly six o’clock, the sky had completely darkened, though low-hanging clouds could still be seen through the window.
Haruna stretched lazily and walked out of the office department.
She circled around to the stairwell on the sixth floor and bought a cup of hot coffee from the vending machine. The translucent black liquid slid down her throat, its bitterness awakening her senses.
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