'Ijichi, I 'm at the front desk- where 's everyone else? '

After marrying Nanami Kento, it wasn 't strange for you to become accustomed to visiting him at work - usually with one of your own business contracts, or a cute lil ' lunch for him and his bustling employees.

But what

was

strange was the hollow,

empty

company lobby that greets you today.

The reception, the cubicles, the elevator- you couldn 't find a single soul here other than you.

Strange.

'...e-evacuated. '

'What? '

You 're furrowing your brows at the static squeak of a reply from your phone, footsteps echoing like thunder down the familiar pathway to the head office. Hissing '

'Why? Is Kento okay- '

'M-

more

than okay, ma 'am. ' Your husband 's personal assistant scrambles out urgently, 'He 's actually

ah-