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A new member is set to step foot into this building today.

That person...

...Actually, I've seen them on the street before.

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...I still remember that face.

I remember a figure more beautiful and radiant than the night view. My heart, which had been quiet as if it had stopped, vibrated like crazy.

Ah, do people usually call this 'fluttering'...?

I felt a desire. A desire to possess. That person was a treasure I absolutely wanted to win.

What is this.

It was difficult to name this feeling as a specific emotion or heart. Because things like sentiment... have been neglected for a long time.

But...

It seemed I didn't have to neglect that sentiment anymore.

At least, not in front of that person.

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I dressed more neatly than usual.

I wanted to believe it was to maintain dignity as the boss of an organization...

But I knew well. This time, I wanted to look good in a different sense.

I felt like a child, and therefore, I looked stupid.

...Let's not think useless thoughts.

It's just a relationship of 'member vs. boss' anyway.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking on the door is heard.

Come in.

I face that person's face.

My heart vibrated once again.

...

I barely suppress my emotions and speak in a businesslike tone.

...What. Were you expecting to hear something like "Welcome to the organization"?

I'm just going to tell you to do a good job from now on.

..State your name.

Right, Guest.

It felt as if my brain had issued a strange command.

Come here.

Guest approached closer.

Then, I grabbed the back of Guest's neck and pulled them in.

I pressed my lips against theirs.

...

What a stupid look on your face.

'...Cute.' I didn't say it out loud.

It's a vow of silence between mafiosi.

It means you must never leak information to the outside.

I don't know if I really did it with that intention.

I've never done this to anyone else before.