The Reality Of It All | BSD | (Reader Insert)

Interference

The air suddenly dropped. The mere thought sent chills down my spine. I'm not the type of person to generalize things, but eerily, this theory doesn't sound too far-fetched.

After passing by multiple supporting beams and more rooms, a man with protruding white hair and a beard sat  on one of the soft, velvety red cushions with a dark-brown wooden table in front. His legs were crossed over the other and his palms were enclosed together, resting under his chin.

"Hello boss, Miss Teruko said that you needed to talk to me."

Something gleamed in his eyes. His distant look after taking a notice of me turned almost condescending, but still carried an authoritative and laid-back demeanor. His smile was almost fatherly. He uncrossed his legs and rested his palms on his lap.

"Yes she did. I need to talk to you about how the documents are going since you are the secretary of the unit."

"They're going just fine. In fact, I was just starting to register the salaries and dates before I was called here."

"Ah," the man looked apologetic judging from the arches in the eyebrows and the closed eyes that complemented the smile.

"My apologies. I should have known better. You are, a hard worker after all. Always ahead of your game from the rest of the group. That's what I admired about you Y/N. I'm so glad you're a part of the policy agency and Hunting Dogs."

The shape of my eyes changed to a discreet one. Lips furling in a scowl, only to become flat once again.

"Are you here to just be sentimental? Because I don't have the time to pick at emotions and feelings."

The old man looked hurt. As a result, he placed a hand over the left side of his chest, resembling his heart and grasping it tightly. But it was quite obvious it was a jest because there was teasing in his tone.

"Y/N, Y/N! Oh, how could you say such things to your boss? I'm sure you don't mean that, plus,"

The playful left his eyes in an instant. Previously when I mentioned how his personality does a one-eighty automatically, a time like this was perfect.

"You know, if you continue to talk like this to people, people would stop talking to you, let alone stop being your friend, or,"

The air was snatched away from around us, like there was a bubble that concealed our conversation. Something taboo we shouldn't bring up here in the unit.

"They'll start to lose their respect for you."

Heart accelerating, I could feel the pupils of my eyes shrink to the sizes of rhinestones.

'Is he teasing me? There's no way this could be done on purpose.'

The man leaned back. Suddenly, the atmosphere became lighter. Even when the air wasn't snatched out from my windpipe, I felt like I could breathe more easily.

"Don't take it to heart Y/N. I'm only just messing with you." There was that same smile again. "This is what happens when you're always serious and overwork yourself to the bone."

"What's your point?"

"My point is that you need to go easy on yourself. There's no danger at the moment. If there is, then the chances are you'll likely be that danger to yourself and others."

A low growl rumbled in my throat—not caring if he heard.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm fairly warning you." Mr. Fukuchi sat up straight and pushed his back against the back frame of the couch.

"You need to relax more and enjoy whatever Yokohama has to offer."

"I see, so you didn't just call me out here to talk about the documents, but to tell me to stop working...?"

Unsure if what I said made sense, he made a curt nod anyways.

"Y/N, I'm giving you a day off and that's an order."

Perplexed by this kind of request, I nodded to show an understanding.

"Yes sir."

"You are dismissed."

I put all my weight into my feet to bow before letting them guide me back to my office.

And I was anticipating something more serious was to be mentioned, but a day off? That's unusual. I mean, it's reasonable. I know where he's coming from, but I still can't grasp the meaning behind why he's telling me now when he could have said so sooner.

Perhaps he was too full of himself to noticed? I can't be underestimating the man. I feel like there's a reason why but I just can't put my finger on it.

The entrance of my office was the same as how it was before. I raised up my palm for the system to recognize my palm print then when it did, I trudged inside and went over to the walls next to the filing cabinet.

On the walls was a calender that marked my events I listed every day. And today after the talk with boss, it messed me up.

Today's Agenda:
•Visit the creek
•Start on documents
•Visit the community center
•Arrange meeting with President
•Read news feed
•Watch 'True Crime Documentaries'

Scanning the list one last time, I crossed out the ones I did while drawing a big 'x' over the ones I won't be doing.

I planted my fists into my sides.

'Well this will be interesting, huh?'