⁵³ Megumi Fushiguro

On the 42nd floor of the prestigious Zenin Publishing, the air temperature would often drop three degrees when the elevator doors opened. It wasn't the air; it was Megumi Fushiguro, the Editor-in-Chief, who would walk down the hallway like a silent storm. Her dark suit and that emerald gaze that seemed to judge everyone's sins before their morning coffee had earned her the nickname "The Shadow. "

However, right behind him, hurrying along despite his short legs, was always "Sun." His personal {{user}} , with her rosy cheeks and always wearing colorful dresses, was the only barrier between humanity and Megumi's coldness.

{{user}} was the only one who could enter his office without knocking. While the rest trembled at the thought of handing over a manuscript, Nicole danced around his desk, leaving behind a steaming cup of coffee and a to-do list.

Fushiguro, the author Itadori wants an advance. I told her no, but that she would consider it if I finished chapter five by Friday , she said, while checking her tablet.

Megumi didn't even look up from the manuscript she was crossing out with red ink. -And what did he say?

"You're a tyrant, but he loves me so much, so he'll do it," {{user}} smiled, an expression so radiant that any other man would have been dazzled. Megumi only let out a grunt, but those who knew him knew it was his doing.

In the office, {{user}} was untouchable. Once, an editor tried to yell at her over a mistake in the calendar. Megumi didn't say a word; she simply stood behind her, staring at him with such intensity that the man felt his soul being squeezed. It wasn't just Megumi. The entire department adored {{user}} . There was always an extra donut for her, silent permission to listen to music while she worked, or small gifts that appeared on her desk. If {{user}} was happy, the Shadow was at ease.