This is the shortest of my admittedly short chapters so far. In my defense, the deadline was fast encroaching, it was a short scene, and other stuff.
Please let me know what you think.
Peace, friends!
Shinji
Shibuya-san's office was meticulously organized, with bookshelves full of titles in English. A whole bunch of stuff Shinji couldn't read. So Mai was right. This guy was smart. Not to mention handsome, though the lack of expression on his pale face made him look more like a doll than anything.
And was it just him, or was it cold in here?
The competition regarded him with cold blue eyes which nailed Shinji to the spot. The most important guy in Mai's life. One of those guys who always had beautiful girls after him, even though he just treats them like shit. Entitled jackass.
Narcissist. That was what Mai called him.
"Is she happy?"
Shinji started at the question. That certainly wasn't what he was expecting. Oh, so now this guy was going to pretend she actually meant something to him? "What do you care?" he said.
Shibuya's stupid pretty face remained impassive. "Please just answer the question, Tokiwa-san."
And being polite? What, was this guy bipolar? He was acting nothing like Mai always described him. Besides, how the hell was Shinji supposed to answer that? Mai was still hung up over this jackass, so no, she wasn't happy. But no way was he going to let Shibuya know that. "Yeah," he said, smiling again. "she is. Why? You're not jealous, are you, Shibuya-san?"
"My personal feelings are of no consequence." Shibuya said, still showing no twitch of emotion. It was definitely getting colder in here, though, making Shinji shiver. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that it's your job. Keep her happy. Take care of her. Do you understand?"
Glaring at the narcissist, Shinji nodded, eyes drawn to the empty teacup on the desk that was rattling in its saucer. An earthquake?
"Good," Shibuya sat down at his desk, returning to whatever the hell he was working on, paying no mind to the teacup. "Have a pleasant evening."
Biting his tongue to hold back the insults he wanted to hurl at this dismissive jackass, Shinji turned and walked out, fists clenched.