I do have to apologize to my dokuga readers, in rehashing my story you might be bombarded by updates as I try to edit this ;A; I'm terribly sorry/
I do hope you all, on both dokuga and ffn, will find enjoyment in this fic!
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Her job was at an editorial company that was a small local business that ran a magazine called the The Shinkon Daily, featuring all kinds of stories but mostly revolving around the arts district and inhabitants as well as local and new restaurants. The fact it focused on the art district was one of the reasons Kagome had signed up for the job.
Her job mostly revolved around being an errand girl, getting lunches,delivering files, making copies and of course getting coffees for the head branch managers.
Kagome didn't actually do much editing, but she was happy with her workload, and enjoyed her time at the office. She tried befriending most of her co-workers she shared the floor with. But there was one person in particular who if she saw them, made her day extra special.
The person who could make her heart skip a beat just from seeing him, who made her shiver from the deep timber of his voice and who she had dubbed deep voice because of it, was the mystery man from the third floor.
She had first met her mystery man while working her first day at the office. She had been sent on a copy run and had gotten utterly lost on the way.
She was barely holding it together, on the verge of having a panic attack and crying, when a deep voice called out to her, breaking her from her panic and asking if she needed help.
She was barley aware of herself as she nodded dumbly and told him she was looking for the copy room. When he began walking away, she had no idea what to do aside from follow him, which she did.
When he stopped, she nearly ran into his back, blinking up at him, she turned her head at his gesture and realized he had silently guided her to the copy room. Filled with joy she had turned back to thank him, only to find him already gone...
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