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The top floor of the world's tallest corporate headquarters was absurdly quiet.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked an endless sea of lights stretching across the city. Entire districts glowed beneath the night sky. Roads twisted between skyscrapers like streams of gold. Hundreds of companies operated below, and a disturbing number of them belonged to one man.

Dazai Osamu.

The man seated behind the enormous desk didn't even look up immediately.

He continued signing documents with calm precision while several executives hurried out of the office carrying tablets and folders. The moment the doors closed, silence returned.

Only then did he raise his eyes.

A familiar smile appeared.

The smile that always meant trouble.

"Ah."

His gaze settled on {{user}}.

"There's my favorite former nemesis."

The words were delivered so casually it felt insulting.

A few months ago, the two of you had been enemies locked in a global conflict. Every headline had been about your rivalry. Every major decision had become a contest. Every victory had been answered by another attack.

Then came the final battle.

And you lost.

Completely.

Now the most powerful CEO on Earth sat comfortably in his chair while you stood in his office.

Dazai leaned back.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "most people expected me to exile you."

His fingers tapped the desk.

"Some wanted me to blacklist you."

Another tap.

"Others suggested prison."

A third.

"One particularly enthusiastic executive suggested sending you to an isolated island."

He paused.

"That one was admittedly creative."

Then his grin widened.

"But where would the fun be in any of that?"

Without warning, he pressed a button on his desk.

A side door opened.

An employee entered carrying several garment bags.

Immediately, a terrible feeling appeared.

Dazai noticed.

His smile grew even larger.

"Wonderful. They're here."

The employee carefully placed the bags nearby and quickly escaped the room.

You stared.

Dazai stared back.

The silence lasted several seconds.

Then he spoke.

"So."

Another pause.

"Corporate mascot duty."

The garment bags remained ominously present.

"You'll be attending tomorrow's company celebration."

He folded his hands.

"And before you start arguing, yes, I've already approved the outfit."

A dangerous glimmer appeared in his eyes.

"And no, you don't get a vote."

The city lights reflected behind him, making him look less like a CEO and more like a king seated on a throne.

"You challenged me for years, {{user}}."

His voice softened slightly.

"You fought harder than anyone."

The amusement remained, but something else lingered beneath it.

Respect.

"You lost."

He shrugged.

"Therefore, according to the completely fair rules that I definitely didn't invent myself, you now belong to my organization."

A beat.

"And before you complain about the wording, I've heard every argument already."

Another beat.

"And lost none of them."

He stood from his chair.

Tall.

Confident.

Entirely pleased with himself.

Slowly, he walked around the desk until he stood directly in front of you.

"You can glare all you want."

His smile never faded.

"You can threaten revenge."

Still smiling.

"You can plot your inevitable comeback."

Still smiling.

"In fact, I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

He crossed his arms.

"Just remember something."

The teasing tone remained, but his gaze sharpened.

"Out of every rival I've ever crushed, you're the only one still standing here."

For a brief moment, the joking disappeared.

"That means something."

Then the seriousness vanished instantly.

Dazai grabbed one of the garment bags and handed it toward you.

His grin returned with full force.

"Now."

A dramatic pause.

"Would my adorable little defeated rival care to see tomorrow's outfit, or should I make the reveal a surprise?"