Disclaimer: I shall never own Naruto! Nevereverever.
Sakura sat staring at the computer in front of her. The email list was full of new emails, all of which were demands given within the last hour. Thirty of them to be exact, thirty all sent by the man who could walk to her desk and tell her in the same amount of time that the email was sending. But of course, seeing as she was the secretary, she was subjected to falling down this rabbit hole of emails. Stupid emails.
Number One: Subject: Fish Tank
Sakura, The orange fish has appeared to be dying. Please dispose of it. –S.U
Number Two: Subject: Fire
Sakura, The new girl we hired three days ago, fire her. She's managed to already disgrace the company. –S.U
Number Three: Subject: Call Naruto
Sakura, Call the idiot and let him know that requesting his girlfriend more vacation time so that way their sex lives may be 'more rich' is not going to happen. In fact because of his ridiculous request, I'm giving her more hours. –S.U
Number Four: Subject: Call Hinata
Sakura, Let Hinata home she will not be leaving until seven thirty. She starts at five and ends at seven thirty. Tell her she can blame her boyfriend. –S.U
Number Five: Subject: Latte.
Sakura, who forgot my decaf caramel latte this morning? You did. I need it. –S.U
Sakura glared at the last message. Did he not understand that doing a full time job and evening college courses were difficult? She had no life, and last night she had gone to the mall. For thirty minutes, and she slept in this morning. Turns out forgetting a coffee was death sentence-able.
Starting at the first email, Sakura put of rubber gloves and held a small net, ready to catch the poor creature. She was going to put it in the small tank behind her desk, where all the other slower fish that Sasuke Uchiha didn't like lived.
Heading down to the main waiting area, Sakura glared back behind her for a moment. The cherry wood doors of her boss' office hid the high and mighty jerk face that held her fate pathetically in his large hand, for most of the day's office hours. Well if he wasn't such an incredible brooder-
"Ow." She grumbled as she ran head first into a solid, human wall. Stumbling back she saw the blank face of Sasuke himself.
"Miss Haruno, do you have my latte yet?" Sasuke Uchiha looked down at the petite pinkette down his slim nose. His hands were shoved loosely into his pockets, and his eyes holding little interest in anything. His deep blue dress shirt was perfectly pressed, a black silk tie hung loosely around his neck.
"Sorry, sir. I don't, not yet anyway. I will though." Sakura attempted to side step around the tall man, only to break a heel off one of her cherry red shoes.
"Fuck!" Sakura swore rather loudly. Wildly swinging her arms, Sakura grabbed onto the closest steady thing: the arm of her boss.
"Miss Haruno, those heels were cheap, and that vocalization of frustration is not allowed in my office. During your lunch break go get yourself new shoes. Nara Corporation is coming for a meeting and I really need you to appear nice. In fact, the entire ensemble really needs to go. Something more professional please." Sasuke removed Sakura's hand off his arms and turned back into his office, closing the door with a sharp close.
"The nerve!" Sakura pulled off her heels tossed into a corner where she'd find them after saving the fish in the lobby. She didn't think she looked unprofessional, a red pencil skirt with a white button up shirt? How was that not professional, Mr. I-run-a-black-black-world.
The elevator dinged as the next opening came. Standing inside was Kiba Inuzuka, a muscular man who was infamous in the office for his player ways. It didn't look like today Sakura was going to be able to avoid the flirting.
"Hey, Saki." Kiba held the elevator door open for her. "You look hot."
Sakura grumbled. What a bad day to wear red. "Yeah, that's nice, Kiba. Too bad, boss doesn't want me to be 'hot' but professional."
"I get where he's coming from. If I got to spend the amount of time with you as he does I'd be doing you on my desk every chance I got." Kiba absent mindedly licked his lips. "Seriously, he's got great self control not to do you like a dog at every chance he's got. Bow chicka bow wow!"
"Kiba? How long has it been since you've been laid?" Sakura raised a petite eyebrow at the man.
"Way too long, honey, way too long…maybe you can fix that." Kiba winked provocatively, leaning towards Sakura. His heavy cologne was woodsy, and was slowly strangling the life out of Sakura.
"I'm sure there's a girl out there who wants it just as bad as you. I, however; don't really need it. I'm happy staying clean." Sakura groaned when Kiba looked at her in disbelief.
"Clean? Damn girl, you're a tease." Kiba just laughed as he exited the elevator, waving flirtatiously at the cute girl sitting at the front desk.
The lobby's set up was in the company colors: Green, Dark Blue and Black. The fish tank was in the designated 'sitting area'. The poor fish that was targeted as dying was scooped into a plastic baggy, and hauled upstairs to make friends with the slow and judged fish of the past.
Sakura was rather proud of herself. The office looked magnificent, if she said so herself. Modern, professional, and it had a touch of Sakura's signature style. Of course that part was subtle, so Sasuke's keen eye wouldn't notice. Mostly she just touched up the office, and placed a few vases of flowers on main surfaces. Oh, and the lace doilies, those too. She'd also gotten a new cheap, comfy pair of red heels, called both Naruto and Hinata, fired the new girl, managed to pick up a lunch and of course gotten Sasuke's latte.
Not to mention she had done this both time and money efficiently, not that Sasuke cared if she spent his money on him and his demands. Sakura flopped down into the leather spiny chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sakura!" The all to familiar voice of her boss rang from her computer. Leave it to Sasuke to buy over priced technology for things like talking to his assistant.
"Yes?" She said leaning forward and hoping whatever that was letting them talk would pick up her voice.
"Sakura, you look like an idiot." Sakura jumped, this voice wasn't coming from the laptop. She turned around and used all the restraint she had not to wear a scowl as she said,
"Yes, Mr. Uchiha."
"It would please me so if you could greet the Nara group when they show up, which will be in about ten minutes. Also, you never got my dry cleaning. And these heels? They are much, much worse. Although, the redecorating? It doesn't completely suck."
"Yes sir." Sakura looked back at her notepad that she had been sketching a picture of birds. It was about halfway finished. Picking up a pencil to shade in the center of ones eye, Sakura could still feel a stare of someone on her back. Looking up, she was met with the eyes of her boss. "Yes sir?"
"Sakura, I said ten minutes that they will be here. What if they show early? We want them comfortable. Are the wine selections ready? Is the coffee made? The finger foods arranged nicely on a plate?" Sasuke tapped his wrist where his expensive watch sat.
"Sir, excuse my abruptness, but when was I alerted to do all of this?"
"It was in the emails I sent you. Why? Is it not done?" Sakura groaned. Sasuke huffed. "You have seven minutes to get it all done, Sakura."
Sakura gave Sasuke the finger once the door of his office clicked shut.
Checking the mirror quickly, Sakura sat down at her desk, breathing deeply. The Nara Corp was not here yet. They were ten minutes late actually, but the food and drink selections were complete and ready for when the corporation walked through the door. The coat rack had been cleared and her old pair of red heels was shoved in a drawer of her desk.
Quickly putting everything that was on her desk in a bin underneath her feet, Sakura folded her hands on the desk top and waited with a patient smile to see the head and his assistant.
Realizing that her office slightly smelled of the Chinese food that she had taken out, Sakura opened the top drawer and pulled out a cherry blossom perfume sent as quickly sprayed the doorway, the chairs, the trash can her herself. Sitting back down in her chair, she pulled up piano music to play out through the speakers and prayed that the company meeting wouldn't take too long. Sakura wanted to go home.
A loud 'pop' came from her laptop. She checked it:
Sakura. –SU
Her eyebrows knit together. But before she had time to contemplate the email another loud pop sounded.
Sakura, that last email was a test. And now I know. Your volume is much too loud and will be disturbing when I am meeting with the Nara Group. –SU
Sakura hit the 'reply' button and typed.
Dear Narcissistic Butthead,
My volume would not disturb you because you and the Nara's will be in the west wing of this massive building. Also, I wouldn't be creating an issue because no noise would be produced because the only person who emails me is you.
Thanks oh-so much for understanding, (and if not, I don't give a crap)
Buh Bye now,
The Amazing Haruno, Sakura
Assuming that also meant no piano music, Sakura pressed mute, and started at the monitor of the front doors. Shikamaru Nara and entourage entered the building, and disappeared from the screen. "Yippee, one step closer to going home!"
"That went well," Sasuke said as he swirled the last bit of wine in his glass. Sakura was collecting extra plates and cups from the conference table.
Anytime you get a date with one of the ladies from a big corporation you think it went well, Sakura thought, but instead said, "Yes sir."
"Now it's late, and I'll need you here very early tomorrow Sakura. You'll be flying out with me and a few others to the Paris Convention." Sasuke set the wine glass down, now finished with the drink. The Paris Convention was a large business leaders convention to make deals, break deals, and get away from the drones the CEO's had hired throughout the year. "Bring good clothes, Sakura. We'll be meeting here at five a.m. Five a.m., got it?"
Sakura nodded. "Clothes for Paris, five a.m. Anything else?"
"We'll be there for two weeks." Sasuke watched Sakura as she neared the doorway. "Also, you'll be sharing a room with me. I need my secretary at my side at all times."
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