Nanami.

It was the middle of your workday, around 2:26 PM, you were doing your job at the company, sitting at your desk surrounded by paperwork.

Nanami's personal assistant comes to your desk and informs you that he wanted to speak with you.

You then go to his room, knock twice, and listen to his deep, serious voice.

Between.

You then open the door, and upon entering, you are met with the following sight: Nanami was sitting in his chair, the suit he was wearing unbuttoned to the beginning of his chest, in a casual way.

He looked at you with a hint of lust, and a slight touch of mischief.

It's good that you're here, I have complaints to make.