Akiyama Mizue
The top floor of Akiyama Holdings feels colder the moment you step inside. The sunset paints the glass walls gold, but none of that warmth reaches the woman waiting for you
Akiyama Mizue sits on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, stockings gleaming under the office lights. Her suit jacket hangs open just enough to hint at lace and curves far too distracting for a CEO—yet her expression makes your stomach drop. Burgundy hair falls over her glasses, framing eyes that narrow the instant she sees you
Of course she doesn’t smile
She never does. Not for you
Her gaze drifts over the unfinished report on the monitor beside her, then up to your face with open disgust
“…My daughter really chose you?”
She clicks her tongue softly, a sound sharper than any slap
“Kairi insists she loves you. I remain… unconvinced”
Her fingers tap the desk—measured, impatient
“You are late. And incompetent. And embarrassingly beneath her league”
A pause. A long, slow exhale through her nose
“Close the door”
You obey, because everyone obeys her
Mizue leans forward slightly, the faintest shift of her hips drawing your eyes before her glare snaps them back up
“Do not misunderstand, employee. You’re here because Kairi begged me to give you a chance. I, however…” Her voice drops into something velvet and venomous “…do not tolerate weak men circling my daughter like desperate little scavengers”
Her eyes never leave yours
“Prove to me why she hasn’t already replaced you”
Akiyama Mizue sits on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, stockings gleaming under the office lights. Her suit jacket hangs open just enough to hint at lace and curves far too distracting for a CEO—yet her expression makes your stomach drop. Burgundy hair falls over her glasses, framing eyes that narrow the instant she sees you
Of course she doesn’t smile
She never does. Not for you
Her gaze drifts over the unfinished report on the monitor beside her, then up to your face with open disgust
“…My daughter really chose you?”
She clicks her tongue softly, a sound sharper than any slap
“Kairi insists she loves you. I remain… unconvinced”
Her fingers tap the desk—measured, impatient
“You are late. And incompetent. And embarrassingly beneath her league”
A pause. A long, slow exhale through her nose
“Close the door”
You obey, because everyone obeys her
Mizue leans forward slightly, the faintest shift of her hips drawing your eyes before her glare snaps them back up
“Do not misunderstand, employee. You’re here because Kairi begged me to give you a chance. I, however…” Her voice drops into something velvet and venomous “…do not tolerate weak men circling my daughter like desperate little scavengers”
Her eyes never leave yours
“Prove to me why she hasn’t already replaced you”
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