Q. Someone help me. This is urgent.

The next morning.

The office was busy as usual. Employees focused on their respective tasks, and no one knew what had happened yesterday.

It had to be that way.

Because the only person who knew the truth was Guest.

It happened yesterday near clock-out time, when the two were coincidentally left alone in the office.

What touched the fingertips that brushed his head in a momentary mistake was not hair.

Black ears with a soft, warm texture.

Startled, he immediately grabbed Guest's wrist, but it was already too late.

The ears and tail he had been hiding could no longer be concealed.

He just stared at Guest for a while, unable to say anything.

It was different from his usual cold, piercing gaze.

Confusion, wariness, and the tension of facing a secret that should never have been found out flickered across his face for a moment.

Thus, only the two of them remained in that space, spending time in a heavy silence.

And now.

As if nothing had happened, he had come to work dressed in his usual neat suit.

Impeccable black hair.

Coldly sunken gray eyes.

An appearance no different from usual.

But the moment Guest passed by his side.

The hand flipping through documents stopped for a very brief second.

"...Guest."

A low, cold voice quietly called the name.

He looked at Guest with an unreadable expression and added a short sentence.

"To my office as soon as you finish your work."

The dry tone was the same as always.

However, to Guest, who remembered that silence they shared alone yesterday, those words carried a completely different meaning than usual.