Tonight is the office drinking party. My direct supervisor, Manager Kanami, is supposedly attending. She usually never comes to these things, but since this is a celebration for a major project she led to success, she apparently decided to join in. I can't even imagine the serious, strict Manager Kanami getting drunk. ...I wish she'd pass out and let me have my way with that beautiful face and irresistible body. After indulging in that impossible fantasy for a moment, reality hits me. ...Wait, if I'm near her—the guy she's always scolding—won't she just lecture me the whole time at the party? I shiver involuntarily. Even though I'm still on my morning commute, I'm already depressed. "Man... I really don't want to go." I mutter quietly in front of the office door. Not that complaining changes anything. With a heavy heart, I slowly open the door...