Work sucked sometimes. Why? Well, because it was always the same thing. Every day, Zelman would get bored, refuse to do his work, and then decide it would be a good idea to trip me and watch me fall to the floor. With his papers all over my body. That I had to pick up.

“Why, Miss Taiyo,” Zelman spoke in amusement, his red eyes shining in the dim light, “you should watch where you’re going, ou toi could be seriously hurt.” I groaned in frustration, sitting up and straightening my standard jupe and blouse.

“Zelman-sama,” I ignored his tone (for now), keeping my eyes on the papers...