Dear 2nd Floor,
Intimidation is a weapon that you used against me yet honestly, I am confused on how you’ve managed to do such a thing on poor me.
What was it?
The thin and finely crafted eyebrows?
The flawless and white skin?
The thick lips that pouts?
Baffling. I know.
Obviously, I am generous with my patience for you but it isn’t a perpetual entity. Everyone is entitled to my “patience coin box” but I should point out that you’re withdrawing far too much my dear.
However so, courage is growing heavier and my loyalty to my office is growing stronger per day.
Also, respect will never be given if demanded.
We shall wait for the day for me to rise.
Lots of love,
Nouru Fujihara.