"…Ah, but that is just a mere coincidence. The young woman you seek to find is only as prosperous in personality and looks. Please do not be offended, Otori if I say that, you will lose this competition."
The man had stood up from his chair, "Ha," His chuckle intensified the room's atmosphere, "I disagree. However," The older man looked towards the window, "I don't believe the head of the Suoh family would be happy in that decision. That is why, I ask of you to give the young woman up. She seems to have much of a spine, nothing in the taste of Tamaki, eh?"
'Why you...!' (=D) the chairman tackled him in thought, gritting his teeth, he felt a strong pressure on his head- like someone was forcing him to sink even lower‒ The floor.
"Ah, but that, Otori, is the concern for his own self." he said strongly, getting over the childish acts of his own imagination. (=_=)
"Yes, I see. Well," The man looked at his watch, stroking the darkened stubble, which was even darker, considering the walls of the room had been drowned with wealth…
The Chairman sighed. "However way you want to see this‒ my son won't give up."
"Neither will I. Good day to you, sir‒" An unexpected guest had walked on them at that time. Her dress wasn't visible in the dark, mystifyingly intense room‒ topped off with two elderly men within it. Nothing a young maid couldn't decide but to think of Josei. The song 'dun Dun DUN' had come to mind, why was she thinking of her master so brutally? (-_-;')
"Eh?-Excuse me, sirs. But…" She felt her body drop, "Why are you in the dark?"
"Oh, erm…" He felt the light leech him through the door. "We're saving energy~!" Suoh smiled to her, as the woman stood back up in the straight and loyal posture.
"Ok...ay? (._.;') Well, I came to inform you that your son wants to speak to you. That is all." She felt embarrassed, however all, but...at the same time, her body pulsated in anger. 'If they wanted to save on electricity, then why the hell did they get another television, when none of the others have been used...!?'
"…And this is what you want, Tamaki?"
"…Yes. I want Haruhi to make my birthday cake, please don't bother the chef about it, tomorrow, father~!" (^o^ \/m)
The chairman smiled, and Otori greeted him with a farewell. Walking out, he scolded the things he looked at. Why on earth was he forced to be placed in a corner with his amount of power? Surely, his youngest son was also the most intelligent…Surely; he could get this peasant woman if he wanted. But no…
The man had thought whilst he walked to the car. Thought about why he was preparing to risk his reputation for such a girl. Especially an unhealthy woman. Why could his son not see, that, passed the money crisis, she was actually a very strong-minded girl. Maybe Kyoya had done…However…
No, the man was not going to think of the consequences yet….Surely, the game has just begun?