Dear Esteemed Recipient of My Humble Words,
In the realm of administrative absurdity, I, (Y/N) (Y/LN), am but a humble scribe to the illustrious Miss Sana Minatozaki, the maestro of madness. Amidst chaos and calamity, I dance upon the tightrope of h...
As I reached for the glass of water, my phone vibrated on the nightstand, interrupting my moment of peace. I sighed heavily, already knowing who it was before even looking at the caller ID. With a dramatic eye roll, I answered the call.
"Ah, the Queen of Chaos herself graces me with her presence," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Your Majesty?"
Sana's melodramatic gasp echoed through the phone. "Oh, (Y/N), my dearest secretary, how you wound me with your icy words!" she exclaimed in her usual over-the-top manner. "I simply cannot bear to go on without your dulcet tones to brighten my day."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her theatrics. "Cut the act, Sana. What do you want this time?" I asked, already bracing myself for whatever absurd request she was about to throw my way.
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"Well, darling, I was just calling to check up on you," she replied, her tone suddenly turning syrupy sweet. "I've noticed you've been absent from work for quite some time now, and I simply can't survive another day without your charming presence gracing my office."
I rolled my eyes again, resisting the urge to gag at her excessive flattery. "Oh, how touching," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But unfortunately for you, I happen to be in the throes of a debilitating fever, courtesy of the stress induced by your constant meddling."
Sana let out a tinkling laugh, completely unfazed by my jab. "Oh, darling, you know I only meddle because I care," she cooed, her voice practically oozing with false sincerity. "But fear not, for I have just the remedy to cure what ails you!"
Before I could protest, she launched into a long-winded explanation of some ridiculous home remedy involving a concoction of herbs and spices that sounded more like a recipe for disaster than a cure for the common cold. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"Sana, darling, I appreciate the thought, I really do," I said, struggling to keep a straight face. "But I think I'll stick to the old-fashioned method of rest and plenty of fluids. Besides, I wouldn't want to risk burning down the house with your so-called miracle cure."
Sana let out a dramatic sigh, clearly disappointed that her grand gesture had been rebuffed. "Oh, (Y/N), you wound me once again with your rejection," she lamented, her voice tinged with mock sadness. "But fear not, for I shall not give up so easily. I shall find a way to nurse you back to health, even if it means resorting to drastic measures!"
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I couldn't help but laugh at her determination, despite myself. "Well, I suppose I should be grateful for your unwavering dedication to my well-being," I said, unable to suppress a smile. "But for now, I think I'll stick to my trusty glass of water and a good book. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some much-needed rest to attend to."
With that, I ended the call and collapsed onto my bed, grateful for the brief respite from the chaos that was my life as Sana's secretary. Little did I know, this was just the calm before the storm, and Sana's next diabolical scheme was already in the works. But for now, I would savor the peace and quiet, and pray for the strength to endure whatever fresh hell she had planned for me next.
Oh, the joys of working for the one and only my dear Miss Sana Minatozaki. Truly, there was never a dull moment.
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