Boss!Jotaro Kujo x Secretary!Reader
Fingers clacked against the plastic keyboard dutifully, [colored] orbs focused on every word created and only stopped for a brief stretch of your shoulders or the adjustment of your pencil skirt. You carefully revised the email for typos or grammatical errors, and made sure you had addressed the sender in a proper and professional manner before sending it off. A groan left your lips at the dozen more, bold-faced subjects you had yet to respond to regarding your boss's availability and schedule; complaints, questions, praises . . .
Curiously, you leaned to peer into the adjoining office only to find his desk vacant and your attention flickered to the watch on your wrist. A grimace twisted your mien, brows furrowed with more sympathy than exasperation. Mr. Kujo's meeting was running late again and, more often than not, that was responsible for souring his mood. This wasn't to state that he was terrible or unkind to you, but under such circums