Authors note: HI!!!! I'm sorry if you don't like SanMir pairing but I'm sure you do, considering you read the mini- bio. Hope you love the fic. Sango and Miroku are amusing for me to write stories about. The drama of their relationship in the actual story is so amusing. Well, continue, because I love my readers!!!

Disclaimer: Well... I Don't own InuYasha... but... I bet I could if I was rich enough :b

Chapter 1: Lady Luck

Sango frowned worriedly as she pulled her car up next to the building where she would be starting her new job. The head office of Goshinboku magazine, which was the hottest selling magazine since the beginning of the civilized era. She sighed and took off her pastel pink sunglasses. She looked into her reflection in the rear view mirror to make sure that she didn't have any unwanted streaks of makeup anywhere. To be honest, she took her damned time to do the inevitable. She didn't want to go inside yet, because she was nervous.

She blew her brown bangs out of her eyes and opened the door of her metallic purple Chrysler Intrepid, which she was still paying for, and stepped out into the sunlight. It was a gorgeous day. Too good for doubts. Her bangs fell into her eyes once more and she subconsciously flicked them out of the way with the tips of her fingers. She walked up the great stone steps, and to the gigantic front door. She sighed one last time, with her hand on the handle and paused.

"This is it," she whispered, "The day I have been waiting for." Then she turned the silver knob and pushed the door open.

Inside a group of twenty people or more were either hard at work, or enjoying a conversation. Some were filing. Some were answering correspondence, or writing their next article. The people who were talking talked about their families, mutual friends, a party they had attended or even what they had had for dinner last night. It was quite a sight.

Sango looked around. She didn't know where to go. All she knew was that underneath all the nervous tension she felt happiness. She had always strived to become the author of an article in a magazine. She had read Goshinboku since she was seven years old, and now there she was working at the main office! She smiled happily. To get this job, she had had to send in, multiple pictures of herself. Some were head shots, others side views or full body shots. She couldn't think of an angle that hadn't been photographed. She had also been told to write an essay on herself. The magazine director had wanted to know everything about her. She wrote everything that she could think of, which still wasn't much. It must have been enough because she had gotten a call, and here she was! She just wondered what position she had been assigned. Gossip… Truth… Lies…

"Excuse me," she said tapping a good looking black haired girl on the shoulder. The girl turned away from the silver haired hanyou she had previously been conversing with. She smiled a friendly smile.

"May I help you?" she asked. Sango smiled back and nodded.

"My name is Sango and I was just hired he--." At that moment the dog hanyou groaned. His silvery white dog ears twitched.

"Another one!?" Sango felt offended for a second before the black haired girl cut in.

"INUYASHA! Be nice!" she scolded. Sango stared.

"InuYasha Taishio?" she questioned. "The all-time greatest sports writer!?" The annoyed look slipped off of InuYasha's face and he smiled slightly.

"I am InuYasha Taishio," he said to her, "but I'm not sure about the all-time greatest…" The pretty black haired girl rolled her eyes just before InuYasha turned back to her. "Kagome, you know as well as I do what Miroku is doing!" The girl nodded.

"Yes but…"

"Kagome Higurashi!?" Sango cut her off, "As in the famed film critic!?" Kagome stared at Sango, whose eyes were alight with admiration, and she smiled.

"Yes I am," she replied, "And I'm sorry about InuYasha here. He's a little…" With her finger she made a little circular motion beside her temple. InuYasha growled.

"I'm not crazy and you know it! He's letting in all the little pretties he can find ever since his father died." Now that he mentioned it Sango noticed that InuYasha was the only male in the room. All of the other employees were beautiful women. Sango frowned.

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Houshi?" she asked quietly. Both InuYasha and Kagome's eyes darted to Sango's face. There was a moment of silence between the three. Kagome still smiled.

"He has his good points and his quirks. Just like any guy." As she said the last part she glanced at InuYasha. She looked back to Sango seconds later and continued. "He's nice enough. He doesn't smell of body odor. He's a great boss. He's hardworking and he pays well, but…" She cut off.

"But? " Sango prompted. Kagome sighed.

"He's a bit of a lecher." Sango stared at her in disbelief.

"Are you serious!?" Kagome nodded.

"I'm the only male on staff," InuYasha informed her, "Did you wonder why you had to send in so many photos? No? Well he inspects the pictures closely and chooses the prettiest to hire. It's annoying and unethical, but the girls do get the job done, I will give them that."

Sango felt a weird weight in her stomach. So she hadn't been chosen for her resume or her essay. Oh well. At least she was going to get to write for the Goshinboku, right? Just then a bodacious blonde girl tapped her on the shoulder. Sango turned to her.

"Mr. Houshi would like to see you in his office please." Then she walked away.

Sango looked up towards the end of the hallway. There was a door with a bronze plaque. She could just imagine the words Miroku Houshi, Director, written across it.

"Good luck," whispered Kagome and she pushed her slightly.

"You'll need it," said InuYasha. All Sango heard as she walked away was a dull thunk and an, "oww," which sounded oddly like InuYasha. The hallway seemed a million miles long as she went step by step, she thought, into the lion's den. She curled her fist into a ball and inwardly steeled herself. No matter what, she wouldn't lose her cool. She had to stay strong for all of her dreams to come true. She knocked on the door.

"Come in." She groaned inwardly. She had been hoping the blonde hadn't been telling the truth. She opened the door slowly and stepped in. She looked around her surroundings. The walls were a subtle shade of lilac, with navy blue and gold trim. There were golden curtains in the windows and filing cabinets next to a cedar desk. In front of the desk were two comfortable looking chairs with navy upholstery, and behind it was an amazingly attractive man. Sango stared. "Well, Sango Taijiya," said the director of Goshinboku magazine. "Ms. Taijiya…" He looked up and caught her gaze. "May I call you Sango?" Sango blushed at the openness in which she had seen him eye her up and down a second ago.

"Yes, sir," she answered, adding a nod for effect. "Mr. Houshi, may I-," she started but the director cut her off.

"Now, now my beautiful lady," Sango turned a darker shade of pink, "You may call me Miroku." She stared up at him momentarily. His eyes were fixed on hers within seconds and she glanced downwards.

"I'd prefer not to, sir." Miroku shrugged and leaned back in his reclining chair. Sango took this opportunity to admire his eyes. They were an odd shade of blue. The flecks of purple that accented them gave an impression that you could get lost in them. Since Miroku didn't look like he had anything more to say Sango continued.

"Sir, I have been wondering where I will be working." She nervously brushed her bangs out of her face. She really should get them cut. It was a pain to keep brushing the aside and if she didn't it was hard to see. "I'd like to get to work as soon as possible, but-." Much to her dismay Miroku cut her off a second time.

"Your desk is right outside of my office," he informed her. Sango tilted her head slightly to the side. The desks she had seen had been far down the hallway. She had only seen one desk close to his office and that was… "You will be my secretary." Sango stared at him for what seemed like hours to her. She was frozen. She had worked so hard to get here. To reach her dream. Just to have it all thrown aside by this man she had just met.

"B-but sir," she stuttered as the shock began to fade. "I-." This time she was cut off by a loud irritating beeping noise from somewhere in the cedar desk.

"Shit," Miroku whispered. He began to shuffle around in his desk for the object creating the noise. A second later he pulled out a vibrating pager. "Shit." He looked up at Sango apologetically, his eye showing a hint of annoyance. "I'm sorry Sango, but I have to go." He stood up and stepped close to her. He lifted a hand airily and squeezed her shoulder. "If I get any calls, please take a message." He pulled on a black leather jacket and smiles at her once more. "I am really sorry." He was gone within seconds of opening the door. Sango looked at the door which was now ajar and collapsed into one of the cushy purple chairs.

Just her luck. Just her damn luck.