sure, he’d admit, his normal routine had gotten quite monotonous. every morning he’d rise at six a.m and go for a morning jog to collect his thoughts. he’d get back by seven to shower and wear his attire for the day — always some suit that he’d preplanned for the week, matched with his signature tie.
he’d make the commute to the office by eight, where he’s accompanied by his assistants and secretaries all greeting him a good morning and giving him his agenda for the day. he’d get into his private office and seclude himself, working for the entire day before returning home again.
nanami thinks he’s had the most boring day yet so far, that is, until you stumble into his office just as he’s about to leave.
you’re shivering, soaked from the rain, and your clothes stick to your skin. he can see every part of your silhouette in this dim light, and for a moment, he’s speechless.
“hello,” you say almost shyly, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “i’m so sorry for the intrusion but it’s pouring outside. do you know anywhere i could find a ride? or wait this out.”
almost cinematically, a thunderbolt ripples through the air, rain splattering against the glass paned windows.
you shiver a bit, and nanami has a sudden urge to cover you somehow.
you’re the most angelic person he’s ever seen, he decides, when the light hits your face just right. he sees your features, defined and perfect, accompanied with lips so plush, he’s unsure how anyone could ever resist.
“i could offer you one,” he says, taking off his blazer and draping it over your shoulders. “my car is just outside. it would be an honor to accompany you home.”
“thank you,” you beam, and his heart palpitates at how your smile brightens the whole place.
the two of you walk together, with him opening the door of his car to allow you inside.
he takes the turn out of the office building and turns to face you, bathed in city lights and looking ethereal. he feels lucky— his day wasn’t boring anymore.
“just another two rights,” you say, soaking in the warm air from his car. “my apartment should be around here.”
he follows your instructions, only to be led to a luxurious establishment. outside the plants were beautifully manicured, holding up despite the harsh weather.
“eden apartments,” he says, slightly in awe when you grin at him. “isn’t this where atlantis solution’s ceo lives?”
you smile even more, and he catches the slightest flush on your cheeks. “ah…that would be me.”
his heart nearly stops.
“well. thank you for the ride mr. nanami,” you say, and he wonders if this ride was a strategy or genuine interest. “i’m indebted to you. i look forward to seeing you all dry tomorrow.”
with that you wink and grin, walking into your apartments and leaving him there, a surprised man.
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his suit was a slate gray, fit and tailored to his frame so perfectly that he’d caught his secretary staring at him for more than her usual twenty seconds after he walked past her desk.
he set his briefcase down at his desk and checked his watch, only to be disappointed by the time it showed.
8:15 a.m. a full forty five minutes until he’d get to see you again.
not that he should want to see you — despite not knowing whether your first encounter was genuine or not, he knew enough to declare one thing.
he was absolutely, most definitely, caught in your storm.
he’s about to settle down at his desk, taking out his laptop and about to do some research before his mahogany doors open to reveal you, draped in sunlight.
you wore a suit of your own, a set so finely crafted and tailored that he’s left catching his breath as you walk through the doors. you gently adjust the blazer, grinning at him as soon as the door closes behind you.
“hello mr. nanami,” you say, and your tone is all business despite the informal grin on your face. “i thought it would be a good idea to drop in early in order to provide you papers of the transactions that are to occur between these two companies.”
nanami feels a bit comforted by the professionalism, moving his eyes to look at the documents you’d just handed him.
he scans the words, pausing when he spots a particular clause he never remembered in the negotiations.
“i’m sorry…i believe one of these documents contains a non disclosed clause. if these documents are to be used in the barter of services between our companies, i will have to involve my legal staff, as these are undiscussed terms.”
he pointed to line eighty, where it said “if jujutsu technologies does not reach a profit margin of at least 20%, the company will be acquired and merged into atlantis technologies.”
he looks to you and is surprised to see calculatedness on your face, a far cry from the giggling, sweet version of you he met last night.
“my apologies mr. nanami,” you say, and he is unnerved by the confidence your voice holds, “this clause was not an addition by me to this contract. it was actually a clause given to me by your superior, the former ceo of jujutsu technologies before he chose to step down. i merely added it into the contract so it would come to your attention in case you weren’t already aware. it seems that you weren’t.”
he meets your eyes to se something mirroring genuine remorse as you produce what was certainly the email chain between you and a man he called more friend than superior.
a man who’d currently put this entire company in hot water.
against his will, he looks at your lips, trying not to be distracted by the softness of them as they curved into a satisfied smile when he signed the papers that would place his company under intense negotiations.
he also tried not to wonder how your figure would look beneath your blazer as you walked out of his doors again.
“emily!” he hollered to his secretary, who ran in the moment he called.
“yes sir,” she said.
“get gojo satoru on the line.” he pauses, wondering how you could shake up his routine so much. “we need to talk.”
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the whole conference room’s eyes was on nanami kento when he made a remark that would cement the next few months at jujutsu technologies.
“if atlantis solution’s ceo is against the request to maintain a base here during negotiations and product collaborations, i will have to deny the contract for the deal.”
not even an hour later, the free executive office to his left was filled with moving material, an interior designer consulting her assistant on how to brighten the space.
you were suspiciously absent from the office for the last few hours — presumably arranging things at your own office headquarters.
as much as he couldn’t help but admire you, every part of him that still remained practical in your presence rejoiced in forcing your move.
having you nearby was less selfish than it appeared.
while gojo would laugh and say that he was doing it for himself, in reality, it was out of a very real fear that you would do some background work that could lead to his end as ceo.
as disgruntled as he seemed, he truly loved his job. he knew full well that someone as accomplished and ambitious as yourself could use that very love to bring him to his knees.
though truthfully, he thinks you don’t need all of that to do that.
just you being yourself was enough.
in the midst of this thought process, you finally entered the office again. some part of you seemed more subdued since the meeting, and he ached to know what it was that you were thinking about.
“hello,” you say, seeming tired and not at all like yourself. “is it alright if i sit down? my office is kind of a war zone.”
“by all means,” he says, getting up to extend the chair for you. you smile graciously, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes as you sit down. “is something the matter?”
you sigh and meet his eyes. in some twisted sense, this is the most genuine he’d seen you since last night in the rain.
“i needed to tell my office headquarters, send an official notice as to my whereabouts, and…got into a particularly heated argument with a collaborator of mine.”
“collaborator?” he asks.
“for a time, atlantis solutions was a partner venture. i worked with a person you might know. he is far away from this whole scene—gojo made sure of it. he’s bent a few laws but he’s a good person. of course—until i made a split second decision.”
“to work here?” nanami can shamefully admit that he is hooked to whatever words leave your lips. everything is so well said, so beautifully phrased, and your voice makes it so intriguing. he finds himself thinking that he could listen to you talk for hours.
“he wasn’t happy with me choosing to make a deal with gojo’s company at all,” you sighed, “they have some brief unresolved problems.”
and then it hits him. “your collaborator is geto suguru?”
“the one and only,” you laugh, though it falls flat of your normal joyous tune.
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“so good to hear from you mr. nanami kento. the way you’ve been, you’d almost forget that i made up this whole jujutsu technology thing.”
nanami put a hand up to his temple, realizing that he had forgotten just how much of a pain in the ass his friend turned superior was.
gojo satoru was notorious for revolutionizing the technology field with his creations. jujutsu tech was a frivolous venture — one that he had began to prove to their inner circle of friends and investors that he was truly, one of the most innovative entrepreneurs of all time.
of course, when the load and expectations became quite much, he decided to stick to the press and marketing area and left most of the operations to kento.
“since when did you entertain relations with atlantis solutions?” he sighed, “and i want the straight answer. not some bullshit.”
“ah, i see you’ve met the stunning ceo then. what’s your impression?” from his tone, nanami can practically feel the smirk from gojo across the line.
“answer my question or i will be forced to come and seek you out in person.”
“so stern nanami,” gojo laughs. “look, the only reason i agreed to the deal is because atlantis solutions has the software knowledge we need to expand. there is no reason we shouldn’t meet that profit margin. plus, you need to get around a little.”
“what?” he asks.
“admit it,” gojo laughs again, “they’re your type.”
“i do not mix personal matters with business,” he responds, trying not to think of yesterday’s encounter.
you, soaked in the rain, clothes clinging to soft skin, lips plush and so innocently asking for a ride home — only to be a candidate for taking over both of your companies.
“yes, absolutely your type,” gojo concludes all on his own. “go to that meeting and be yourself.”
with that, gojo drops the call, only moments before his secretary walks in.
“mr. nanami,” she says, “it’s time for the meeting. the atlantis solutions ceo is already in conference room three.”
“of course,” he says, unsurprised that you’re in that room and his heart’s already picked up pace.
the walk to the conference room is agonizing. with every step he attempts to strategize, wondering if he will truly be able to measure up to you. you’re formidable….and distracting, two things that will mess up the focus and clarity he needs to be the ceo that his company needed.
when he walks in, the breath is almost stolen from his lungs when he sees you again. somehow, in the forty five minutes that you’d been gone, you’d managed to make yourself even more stunning than usual.
he supposed you came to him in some state of undress, if how you looked now was your normal presentation.
he took his seat on the other side of the table, looking at his papers and doing everything he could not to look at you until he couldn’t anymore.
“hello there kento,” you say, and he’s winded by the way his first names leaves your lips.
say it again, his thoughts nearly beg, but he regains his composure.
“let’s begin our negotiations.” he says, “starting with this. atlantis solutions ceo must work at our office headquarters if this deal is to go through. i do not want our operations being separate if we are in a business venture together.”
your gasp gives him the confidence he needs to continue.
