Where Are You Now, Love?

"This one..." Kyoya flipped the document in front of him, his dark eyes scrutinized each of the words typed on the papers, "...by the Planning Department..."

"What about this one, President?" Kuroda handed him another thin file, "It's regarding... quarterly period of the..."

"... Make the decision... call the representative..."

Since his dearest wife would come picking him up after work, Kyoya finished the remaining jobs earlier and pushed the trivial ones aside. They could be dealt with by tomorrow. There was no need for him to stay up late at the company.

Well, ever since he found that he cherished the little lady in his heart five years ago, he would come home after work without fail. Unless he was really needed to be somewhere else. Spending time with his wife after a day of work was what he had always looked forward to.

"You're dismissed."