After my divorce, I became a Tokyo literary giant

Chapter 52 Queen's Play
September 9rd, sunny.

The October issue of "Aoba" was finalized and the printing matters were discussed.

Tazaki Saku stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror with sleepy eyes, his hair was a little messy.

More than ten seconds later.

"Ah~~"

Yawned.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, put on your shirt and tie in front of the mirror.

He carried his briefcase, took a long step, and walked down the street, attracting the attention of many women passing by.

The early autumn morning breeze was a little chilly, blowing his bangs that were not above his eyebrows, making them flutter like water grass.

He has a bit of a Japanese flower boy feel.

When I arrived at the company, I sat down and organized the materials for the meeting.

"Hey, Tazaki." Watanabe Nagase came closer, holding the Yomiuri Shimbun. "Look at this article. That old bastard Ikezawa Natsuki publicly criticized Mishima this time, and Kodansha must have been behind it."

Tazaki Saku took the newspaper and looked at the literature section.

The veteran writer who had been famous for a long time used sharp words to evaluate the newcomer Mishima in a book review column, saying that his writing style was too immature and completely lacked the beauty or seriousness required of pure literature. In addition, his descriptions were vulgar and low-level, and he had a tendency to use pornography to attract attention. Such an author was not worthy of being a writer.

"It's the same excuse again, nothing else." Tazaki Saku smiled.

"These old bastards only seem to have a presence when they're cursing. Who pays attention to them normally?" Watanabe Nagase laughed. "It's a good thing they're always cursing, keeping Mishima's attention high, saving us a lot of publicity money."

"In that case, we have to thank them." Tazaki Saku joked.

"But relatively speaking, our work is getting busier and busier." Watanabe Nagase complained.

Although the sales department employees of a publishing house do not need to travel frequently, it is inevitable for them to go out on business every day.

Whether it's going to a local bookstore, accompanying an author to a book signing, or appearing at a celebration held after a celebrity's book is published...

Aoba Society was about to go bankrupt, so of course there was not much work to do.

Now that Qingye Society is gradually getting better, there is naturally more work.

This is a good thing for ordinary employees, but for rich second-generations like Watanabe Nagasawa who just want to get by, it is very difficult to endure.

"Hey, Taki." Watanabe Nagasawa suddenly looked over. "What kind of life do you want to live?"

"Why are we talking about this today?" Tazaki Saku glanced at him strangely. "Not talking about women anymore?"

"I had a fight with my dad last night," Watanabe Nagase sighed. "He said my greatest achievement in life was being a rich second-generation kid who just lived off the fat of the land."

"……fine!"

"But I don't want to live a life where I can see the end at a glance. I want something more dramatic."

"have a thought!"

"But I also feel that it's not good to be too exciting. I will feel uneasy."

"Believe it or not, I will kill you?"

You can't be too polite to someone like him.

"I'm just complaining."

Watanabe Nagase shrugged and turned to look at the computer.

Suddenly I noticed a woman in the editorial office, staring at me inadvertently.

The woman was wearing standard OL attire, with long black hair and clear eyes. She was an intellectual and elegant workplace beauty.

"Ah, Taki, I am really in love." Watanabe Nagasawa covered his heart with his hands, his eyes intoxicated.

Tazaki Saku turned his head and looked towards the editorial department.

My eyes met with the senior's.

The next second, the senior student avoided his gaze guiltily.

The senior who treats him very well in private is an intellectual, cold and abstinent career woman in the workplace.

However, at certain times when no one was paying attention, she would secretly look in the direction of her junior and then give a very private silly smile.

After a few seconds, Yukiho Yonekura turned her head again, blinked at Saku Tazaki, then raised the documents in her hand, indicating that she was going to work, and then retracted her gaze.

Witnessing the entire process, Watanabe Nagasawa seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbreaking.

“Tazaki, you…” “As you can see.”

"...You beast, you beast!" Watanabe Nagase was crying and was about to accuse and criticize him as a scumbag when a burst of powerful footsteps suddenly sounded.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire sales department became solemn.

The Queen of Aoba Society, with her long legs and sexy high heels, patrolled the territory.

She is recognized as a peerless beauty with an excellent figure.

Even if she wears formal OL clothes, her plump figure cannot be hidden at all.

The pair of legs wrapped in suspenders and black stockings became the most beautiful scenery in the entire publishing house.

Regardless of gender, most employees cannot refuse her and will involuntarily turn their heads to glance at her beautiful legs when she passes by.

It was near the end of the month and the sales department was very busy.

While the Queen was inspecting the territory, many people took the opportunity to report their work to her.

"President, please check the information for next week's autograph session."

"Take it to my desk and I'll look at it later."

"President, the printing factory called to discuss the first printing of the October issue."

"I'll be there this afternoon."

"Boss, could you please increase the budget for next month's magazine promotion?"

“…Okay. I’ll allocate the funds as soon as possible.”

As she walked along, the Queen continued to handle her work indifferently and strictly, and soon arrived in front of Tazaki Saku's workstation.

She lowered her head, and her narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes flickered.

Her eyes weren't actually scary, but they always contained a sharp light, which made her look very oppressive.

"What are your promotion plans?"

The voice was stern, cold, and full of the queen's demeanor.

"Here, please check it." Tazaki Saku handed him the folder.

Maki Saionji held the document and read the text seriously.

After a moment, she frowned and sternly criticized, "The slogan is too bland. It shouldn't just say sales have exceeded XX million. It should also include the number of views on the topic and the number of views on related videos. It should also cite examples of reformist professors supporting Mishima and emphasize the dispute between the classical and reformist factions. A high-handed university professor swearing like an ordinary person is what young people like to see."

"Yes, I understand." Tazaki Saku looked terrified.

"You've been in the company for a year and are no longer a student. It's meaningless to just understand something. What matters is how you apply it to your work."

"Yes, President."

Seeing his humble appearance, Saionji Maki turned around and said in a cold and indifferent voice: "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments, and it is definitely not just talk."

"Yes, I know..." Tazaki Saku replied in horror.

"Follow me to receive the punishment." Maki Saionji walked out of the sales department with her long legs in high heels.

Tazaki Saku followed with his head down, not daring to slow down even a step, for fear of increasing the Queen's dissatisfaction.

When other employees saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel pity for Tazaki Saku.

Although he is the queen's pretty boy, he can still have sex with her.

But facing this terrifying woman who was like a big devil, he must have suffered a lot. He might even have been beaten to pieces by the steel wool...

After sympathizing with Tazaki Saku, the employees began to admire the Queen again.

There is no doubt that the Queen is excellent at her job and is impartial in handling matters.

Whether it is management or ordinary, she treats it strictly.

She even treated her lover equally, like an ordinary employee.

Who would have complaints following such an impartial boss?

however……

This is actually just a part of the Queen's play, performed for the entire company's employees.

(End of this chapter)