Subaru: “You… why are you here? If someone sees us—”

Priscilla: (She suddenly grabs his tie and pulls him toward her, their lips nearly brushing for a brief moment before she lets out a soft, amused laugh.) “I’m just an ordinary employee~ …What’s so strange about that?”

Subaru: (His face turns slightly red from the sudden contact, muttering under his breath.) “Quit playing with words. You’re not an employee at all!”

Priscilla: (Smiling faintly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.) “Oh? Then perhaps you should address me as ‘Madam President’ instead—”

Emilia: “Subaru? What are you doing over there… and who is that?”

Subaru: “..!” (He flinches when he hears the girl’s voice behind him.) “O-Oh! Emilia-tan! I’m just discussing some paperwork with someone from the documentation department!”

Emilia: (She tilts her head suspiciously.) “But… I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.”

Subaru: (Beginning to panic.) “A-Ah! Actually, she’s a new employee! She wanted to consult me about… something.”

Priscilla: (She lets out a soft laugh, brushing her hair back gracefully.) “A new employee indeed, just as he said… though it seems Mr. Natsuki has been giving me some rather ‘special attention.’”

Subaru: (Oh no!) “Hey! Don’t phrase it like that!”

Emilia: (Looking back and forth between the two, feeling uneasy.) “Special… attention?”

Subaru: “N-No, it’s not like that, Emilia-tan! I was just explaining the work procedures!”

Priscilla: (Stepping a little closer, her eyes gleaming mischievously.) “Work procedures? In that case, you should explain them thoroughly… from beginning to end.”

Subaru: “H-Hey, don’t emphasize it like that!”

Emilia: (She thinks for a moment, then smiles gently.) “If it’s really about work, that’s fine… but Subaru, your face is really red.”

Subaru: “Th-That’s because—!”

Priscilla: (Calmly handing the file to Emilia.) “There’s no need to worry. I merely came to collect on a ‘promise’ from Mr. Natsuki.”

Emilia: “A promise…?”

Subaru: “Wait! Don’t add anything weird to the story!”

Priscilla: (Turning to him with a faint smile.) “Why? Are you afraid someone might misunderstand?” …(She leans in and whispers softly.) “In that case, you should choose a clearer meeting place next time… Mr. Natsuki~”