Maeko's Nightmare

AN ONI. A devil incarnate. An unemotional prick. Jerk.

These are a few words that Sora would hear from the gossips of his employees. And some are form the girls he always rejected. And some of it were accompanied by a slap and tears. And all of them are nothing to Sora.

Maybe he was a devil. A hell's son.

He just cannot help but be blunt and straight forward and it seems to them it was not in a nice way. And he just does not care. And he just cannot help being rude when it is needed. Just like now.

With a deep sigh, Sora opened his eyes and looked his research team. Spring was already starting, and their company haven't offered any new production in the market. And what they were offering him again was the same old products.

"Aside form sakura that our companies and other companies had to offer, is there anything new?"