Miab-288 Rekan Kerja Bokong Gede Jarang Dipuasin Ichika -

The next day, the office was abuzz. A delivery had arrived for Ichika: a brand-new, high-backed executive chair with heavy-duty casters. But it wasn't for her. She rolled it over to Mira’s desk.

“Call it what you want. But you saw the chart. I’m saving up for Saturday. My nephew’s birthday party. There’s a bouncy castle. Last time, I did one bounce and cracked the seam. Sent three kids flying. I can’t have that again.” MIAB-288 Rekan Kerja Bokong Gede Jarang Dipuasin Ichika

“Trade you for the stool,” Ichika said. The next day, the office was abuzz

Then came the chairs. The office had a fleet of ergonomic swivel chairs, but Mira’s was perpetually pushed aside. She preferred a hard, backless stool she’d dragged in from the conference room. When asked why, she muttered something about “maintaining posture.” She rolled it over to Mira’s desk

And today’s date, circled in red, read:

Dates were crossed off. Next to each date was a code: Lift. Twist. Climb. Avoid.

Ichika stared. “You’re telling me your butt has a fuel gauge?”