"i hope he atleast reads my mails, that's the only way I can reach him"
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The steady hum of keyboards filled the office, blending with the occasional chatter of employees brainstorming their latest projects.
Nakamura Natsumi barely paid attention, her focus locked on the script revision glowing on her monitor. The protagonist’s motives weren’t clicking, and no matter how many times she rewrote the scene, something felt off.
“Have you heard? Someone in the finance department tried to hire Phantom last week.”
The name pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Phantom?” one of the junior writers repeated, curiosity laced in her tone.
“You don’t know Phantom?” Another girl gasped dramatically.
“He’s practically an urban legend. The best errand guy money can buy—does everything from deliveries to top-secret jobs, and no one knows who he really is.”
“Ugh, you make it sound so serious,” another voice chimed in with a giggle. “I’d hire him for a different reason.”
“Oh?”
“I mean, he must be handsome, right? No one sees his face, but someone that smooth and mysterious? He has to be.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m just saying, if we all pitch in, we could hire him for a harmless errand—like, I don’t know, being a boyfriend for a day? Just to see his face.”
Laughter rippled through the group. Natsumi exhaled sharply, shaking her head. The idea was ridiculous, but for some reason, she didn’t turn away from the conversation.
It wasn’t the first time she’d heard of Phantom. She had seen him thrice, accidentally. He appeared three times and she accidentally happened to see him.
A man who worked in the shadows, never seen, never caught, yet well-known in whispers. He wasn’t just an errand boy—he was a myth. And the fact that no one had uncovered his identity only made people more obsessed.
With a final sigh, she turned back to her work, forcing the name out of her mind.
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Elsewhere
“Guard duty?”
The voice was smooth, edged with amusement, as Nishimura Riki, known only as Phantom, leaned against the worn wooden desk of the dimly lit office. The woman sitting behind it didn’t look up, her sharp eyes still scanning the report in front of her.
“You’re not above it,” she replied, flipping the page.
“I never said I was,” he mused.
“Just surprised. You usually save these jobs for Rei or Maki.”
