▸ ‘ & Kisa-san ;

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    “ I’m sorry, — I found a chance so I took it.”

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                   ❝ You’re so lucky we need you on the team.

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▸ ‘ & Kisa-san ;

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      “ — I don’t want to taco about it “

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                    ❝ … I’m this close to firing you. 

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▸ ‘ & Kisa-san ;

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   “ No. Tacos are awful. So gross No beeno, or something.“

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                     ❝ What have tacos ever done to you? 

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    “ I can’t look at ritz crackers the same way ever again.”

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                    ❝ How about tacos? 

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"glad you're not leaving or i'd have to eat your legs .... ] "
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✎ editor. ….. motions at my legs eat them u wont

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▸ ‘ & Kisa-San ;

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     “ NOT LATE!! 
          Nope. “ 

So late – too late, in fact. There was the claim of being too late to work sometimes and never getting caught due to everyone always being everywhere with deadlines. Yet, this morning, the cycle was just beginning so everyone seemed to be trying hard to get things in order even though they all knew by the end of the publication process everything was going to be last minute. One year they’ll meet all submissions deadlines – one year. Sighing, rushing to desk, setting down bag and daring to glance over toward the  editor-in-chief or coworkers alike. As a thirty minute tardy was most definitely not something could be ignored and especially without a proper explanation. As, there was none, he had none – not even a back up. It was only to blame of his scattering thoughts recently and not to mention his constant outings after work hours which lead to little to no sleep afterwords. 

Suppose the annunciation before hand could of went without being said but there was lack of care at this point. Slouching shoulders screamed with aches and pains only due to pad posture as it was. Sitting lazily in the office chair, rolling it across the hard flooring though not considerably. Laptop soon opened to reveal a log in screen, the only thing louder than the pounding in his head with the tacking of the keyboard. 

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                   Brown eyes shot up as the sound of shoes brushing against the tiled floor made its owner known to everyone in the office. Though his expression remained calm, there was a hint of anger rising up within the chief editor as his employee zoomed to his seat; eyes never meeting his own. Whether it be manuscript hand-ins or a last minute meeting with authors, Takano expected a phone call if any of his workers planned to come in late. To make matters worse, the chief editor never heard a WORD from Kisa–not even a simple apology. Not that it was expected; however, production time was severely cut while he was away, and the amount of work that piled up was phenomenal.

                      With a heavy sigh, Takano slammed his papers down onto the table, trying to catch his employee’s attention. Blood boiled as he leaned back into his seat; arms crossed and eyes narrowing at the man before him. His tone was merciless–filled with nothing, but DISDAIN.

                            “Kisa-san. Did you really think you could just walk
                                       in here WITHOUT an explanation?”

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