"So heartless? No mercy at all?" Katsuki Uehara, who pointed his right index finger on the table and leaned back, tilted his head and stared at Miwako Sato, his eyebrows raised.
The latter, who was turning the handcuffs, also looked at him jokingly: "Official business is one of the principles of the police. I hope you haven't forgotten it."
"What a coincidence, I often break the rules."
Uehara Katsumi shrugged noncommittally, his eyes crossed Sato Miwako and fell on Chiba Kazunobu and Takagi Wataru, seeking recognition: "Special circumstances require special treatment, and police rules are not dead, you say
Right?"
"..."
"..."
The two inspection chiefs looked left and right. Their colleagues around them seemed to be busy with the things at hand as if they didn't see them at all.
"Takagi, I suddenly remembered that we still have something to finish, right?"
Chiba and Shin, who were the first to react, turned to look at his partner and poked his arm with his elbow: "That's the one from the past two days."
"Huh? Huh?"
Takagi, who had not reacted for a while, was stunned for a moment, but after noticing the cryptic look he gave him, he suddenly understood and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, just the first two.
God, you are so busy."
The fat and thin fairy boy turned around as if understanding each other, and left arm in arm.
Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Takagi Wataru once walked away from him, but when Chiba Kazunobu found out, he bumped him with his foot, and the latter returned to his original position.
"It seems that no one agrees with your idea." Miwako Sato, who had a panoramic view of the performance, turned her head, put away the handcuffs and raised her eyebrows.
"Um……"
Katsuki Uehara, who was stroking his chin with his right hand, hesitated for a while and said, "I am your boss."
"so?"
"Subordinates cannot contradict their superiors, understand?"
Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at the man, and while turning her back to clear the table, the smile on her eyebrows remained unchanged: "You already have Suzuki's luxurious dress, why are you going to do it?"
"It's too high-end. I'm afraid the aura of a commoner like me can't be suppressed."
Too lazy to look at his messy desk, he casually dropped the ballpoint pen that came from a colleague's desk into the pen holder. Uehara Katsumi stood up from the chair and grabbed the light green suit jacket covering the back of the chair with his right hand.
: "Also, I think you may need some aesthetic guidance from me as a model."
"I? Need your aesthetic guidance?"
The woman who heard this seemed to have heard some big joke. She turned around and pointed at herself in disbelief, and laughed out loud: "Are you serious?"
"Apart from the magazine that is obsessed with gold, I think my aesthetics is far ahead of the current era."
Katsumi Uehara obviously doesn't quite agree with Miwako Sato's doubts about her taste.
"For example, your sexy pink EVO?"
"That's called magenta."
Miwako Sato, a veteran dragster, became interested. After returning her chair, she walked out of the office area with her partner with her hands in her pockets: "Can I interview you? How did you come up with the idea of changing your car to pink?
?”
"You have to allow people to have their own aesthetics."
Katsuki Uehara, who was walking into the elevator, pressed the elevator button, slightly tilted his head to the woman's side, and looked directly at the elevator door that was gradually closing. His eyes were straight and serious: "Then, that's magenta."
"uh-huh."
Miwako Sato, who was smiling, did not retort: "Takagi and the others were scared away by you before they even had a chance to say the name of the store. Where are you going to rent it?"
"Please don't question a person's connections in the fashion industry."
The elevator door opened slowly after arriving on the first floor. The woman who glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye walked out of the elevator with a smile: "Former part-time model?"
"I prefer you to call me champion."
In the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department under the sunset, the pink EVO and the red Mazda drove out one after another, seamlessly integrating into the traffic flow of the street.
After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the two cars stopped in front of a clothing store called NEO.
"NEO? Are you serious? I don't think this brand's style suits me."
Influenced by her best friend Yumi Miyamoto, Miwako Sato is not ignorant of some clothing brands. Although NEO, founded by designer Mr. Furuta, is relatively unique in design style, the clothes of this brand are not cheap.
Most importantly, this store does not provide dress rental services.
"How will you know if you don't try? It's already here."
As if he had guessed what his partner was thinking, Uehara Katsumi smiled before opening the door: "I knew the manager of this store before, and I can rent it."
"you know?"
Miwako Sato was surprised. As soon as he entered the store, a waiter came up to him with great discernment.
"You two——"
"We can just take a look at it ourselves. Call your store manager and tell him that someone named Uehara Katsumi is here to try on clothes. The old rules are to keep accounts." Uehara Katsumi, who was familiar with him, immediately said that the new clerk girl was confused.
.
Miwako Sato was a little curious: "Have you rented here before?"
"When I attend other people's weddings, I always have to wear a dress, but I don't want to buy one just for dinner. It's not cost-effective."
Taking her up to the second floor with ease, Uehara Katsumi pointed to the women's evening gowns in the left section inside and said with a smile: "Based on my experience, everything can be rented over there."
"These... are you sure they are suitable for me?"
At first glance, it was a dress that she had only seen in magazines before. Miwako Sato was obviously hesitant.
Is this shoulder-length floor-length skirt too exaggerated?
"Why doesn't it fit?"
Katsumi Uehara randomly picked up a suit in the men's dress section and pulled it in front of him. He gestured a few times and looked back, pouting in the direction of the mirror.
Sato Miwako looked along his gaze. In the wide mirror, she happened to be standing in front of a burgundy evening dress with only one head exposed——
It's as if you are wearing this dress. The neat short hair adds a touch of sassiness to this bright burgundy color, complementing Katsumi Uehara who is gesturing at the suit.
"We both look stunning, don't we?"
Katsuki Uehara, who had put on a black suit and dress, opened his hands slightly, looked at the woman and himself in the mirror, moved his neck to find a better viewing angle, and twisted his body left and right.
"I'm curious if anyone has told you about narcissism." After hesitating, her right index finger touched the fabric of the burgundy dress. After touching it, Miwako Sato turned around as if nothing had happened.
asked.
"you are the first."
Uehara Katsuki raised his eyebrows, pointed at the long skirt, and showed a provocative smile: "How about it, the fitting room is on the right."
Miwako Sato looked at the man playfully: "It sounds good."
"Then, try it?"
"I think it's okay."
Card!
The moment the handcuffs were placed on his arms, Katsuki Uehara's smile froze.
"In order to prevent you from doing anything that violates the police manual, please sit down and rest for a while."
Miwako Sato took out the key from the man's trouser pocket and shook it in her palm. She leaned over and chuckled in his ear: "I'll take the handcuff key first.
"Also, I will be slower to change clothes and it will take longer."
Katsumi Uehara, whose right arm was forced to be tied together with the model's arm, was sitting not far from the door of the fitting room, holding his chin with one hand, tapping his bulging cheek back and forth with the five fingers of his left hand, crossing his legs and shaking his feet, his eyes almost bent.
It became a protractor: "Don't underestimate people, I can take any time, even two hours."
"Yeah?"
Miwako Sato, who opened the door to the fitting room and took off her brown women's suit jacket, stopped and turned her head, with a teasing smile on her face: "Then I think you may need to go to the hospital."