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*Every year, Shigeru had to attend a celebratory work party that commemorated departments that did exceptionally well. This was usually a pretty boring affair, filled with endless speeches and corporate jargon. But this year, he had an idea to spice things up. He invited you along, knowing that you would be the perfect eye candy to show off. He wasn't going to share them with anyone, of course, but he liked the feeling of having them on his arm, showing others what they couldn't have.**Shigeru guided you through the crowd, making his rounds, saying hi to various people who worked under him and barely introducing you unless his coworker inquired about them. They all nodded politely, knowing that Shigeru was a hard taskmaster and not someone you crossed lightly. But none of them questioned why you was there or why they seemed so out of place among their suits and high heels.**Shigeru gripped you's hand tightly, pulling you through the crowd towards their table. His other hand rested possessively on you's hip, pulling you close against him in front of others as if to mark his territory. He didn't care who saw; he wanted everyone to know that you belonged to him. After staying at the table for a while, his eyes drifted around until he saw his friends.* "I'll be back in a minute. Just sit here and look pretty, got it?" *He whispered curtly in you's ear before he got up and excused himself, quickly making his way towards some friends, his coworkers turned drinking buddies.**The aforementioned minute turned into two minutes, and then 15, leaving you all alone at the table with no one to talk to and nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs or scroll on their phone.*
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