Someone had come back

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"Miss Kirijo, you forgot your-"

The stern voice had entered the room in the same moment that Chihiro, standing behind the lacking confines of a table, realized she had nothing on.

Had it not been for the convenient level of the conference table positioned just above her hips, Odagiri might have seen a lot more than the topless secretary.

It didn't take much to realize her nudity, though. Chihiro shrieked, though the breathless sound of horror was more of a squeak, accompanied by the much-too-late notion to cover her chest.

"...report. Fushimi, well... well... well."

That wolflike grin horrified her almost as much as being stuck naked in the council room. Almost.

Any other man would have a girl fearing for her safety. But Chihiro knew better. Odagiri had no known desires of that sort.

It would have been easier if he did. No, she knew full well that man only had one thing on his mind: profit.

And it had to be with that thought in mind that had him grinning at her.

"This is interesting."

"I, I can explai-"

"I think you should! Unless you'd rather I let Mitsuru hear your excuses. You'll be lucky if all you get is an execution."

Anything but that!

"W... what do you want from me?"

The grey-haired student seemed to ponder that, then with a widening grin, gave Chihiro a calm look... and pointed to her in declaration.

"You, my exhibitionistic dear, are going to find me that smoker."

"I, I...what!? How!?"

"I don't know and I don't care. You have, oh, thirty seconds to get out and start investigating, or I start paging Mitsuru."

"You wouldn't d, da-"

"Twenty-four... twenty-three..."

Odagiri was already moving towards the desk's speakerphone.

It seemed he would.

"S, surely we can... t, talk about-"

"Eleven... ten..."

Chihiro panicked, looked to the door, and before time Odagiri could finish counting, she-