Midori's face twisted in horror. "What do you think you're doing? Open the door right now, or I'll scream! I don't like to joke around like this!" she snapped, though her voice wavered slightly.
The once upright posture and composed demeanor she had maintained were completely gone.
In that moment, she felt painfully aware of just how helpless she was—exactly what Akihito wanted.
"Who said we were joking? We really wanted to talk business," Akihito said, his voice dripping with amusement as he suddenly grabbed her wrists, holding them firmly and locking her in place.
"Let me go this instant! You'll get into serious trouble if you don't stop now!" she shouted, struggling against his grip.
However, no matter how much she tried to break free, the difference in their strength was overwhelming—her resistance was meaningless against his firm hold.
"Of course, I know that much, but that's not a problem my father couldn't easily take care of," Akihito said with a smug grin.
