My, Keito, are you hiding things from me, now? As your friend, I certainly cannot demand that you tell me everything... we all have our little skeletons in our closets. But surely, my dear right hand would not spurn his president's heartfelt desire to learn more about his life? ⭐

Besides, the more I fret over the idea of you not trusting me enough with such trivial information, the less focused I am on my work.

Now, Keito, you're a meticulous man. Surely you would not allow me to halfheartedly fumble through this very important work.