At this very moment in Justin Battleson's office.
The atmosphere between Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson is getting more and more ambiguous.
The air is filled with an unspeakable strange flavor.
Charlotte furrows her eyebrows, gently biting her red lips, and quietly tries to wriggle her hand free.
However, the disparity of strength between men and women makes it impossible for her to escape, even with all her might.
Feeling somewhat defeated, Charlotte sighs and speaks with a touch of dissatisfaction, "Mr. Battleson, could you please let go of my hand?"
Justin doesn't respond, but only stares at her.
Such an intense gaze makes Charlotte's skin prickle with discomfort.
"Holding on to my hand like this, it really hurts!"
Charlotte speaks again, her face showing her discomfort.
"Yet, you have not answered my question."
Justin's deep voice sounds in Charlotte's ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe, causing her to shudder.