Yes, President
Hi, my name is Naruto Uzumaki, an 18 years old Libra. Currently, I am looking for a job that does not need a lot of intelligence. Any job with a monthly payment over 800 is well appreciated. Please, NO sexual harassment, bullying, or exploitation. I have experienced enough over my previous works. Naruto "thoughtfully" typed out his resume.
"Here we go," the blond boy uttered, before entering the 30-floor building. The voguish designs were the first to track his attention; the walls were waves fading from black, blue, to white. Naruto settled himself on black leather chair, and waited for his turn. Outside the foggy glass doors, Naruto could only see silhouettes of a fairly build body, possibly a man, and a woman wearing a cheongsam. There were at least 10 people in front of him, so it took about 1 hour before the interviewers called Naruto in.
Obviously, our cute protagonist doesn't read signs, so he has no idea who owns this company. Therefore, he pushed open the doors, revealing the true body of the interviewers. There was a man wearing a dark blue tux, a diamond patterned tie tied in a Pratt knot. Beside him sat a lady wearing a baby pink cheongsam, black stockings tucked inside a pair of brown knee-high boots. See these two here for most others might be a major nice surprise. Therefore, the man is the head of this company, while the lady is one of the head directors. However, for Naruto, it is a definite nightmare.
The two interviewers are Sasuke Uchiha, and Sakura Haruno. Uzumaki could do no more than just stand there. Dead silent, with his mouth wide opened. These two are the last ones he wants to see. Maybe not Sakura, because all she did was rejecting Naruto a billion times. It is a different story for Sasuke. That guy confessed to him a few months ago. Even though Naruto straight out rejected him, Sasuke started following him everywhere; applying for the same jobs, eating at the same place, and renting the same building.
Sasuke smirked at his uke-to-be's reaction, "Common in, you're here for the interview, aren't you?" If Naruto can, he would like to run out of the room right away, but unfortunately, he can't. The reason is because, first, it would look extremely childish and dumb, second, this is the last company he can apply to. Naruto's legs dragged itself to sit down on a metallic black leather chair, that somewhat reminded him of the one outside. 'The owner sure likes black,' Naruto thought, 'just like Sasuke.'
Our poor uke hands Sasuke his resume, than changes his vision to stare at Sakura. Sasuke laughed as he read through the resume, which he later passed to Sakura. " Do you have any special skills?" Sasuke questioned tediously. "Well, not really," Naruto answered, just the sight of Sasuke's face is enough for his blood to float upwards, making his cheeks bright red.
"Oh, I see, I didn't think an idiot like you would have any anyways," Sasuke humiliated, giving a broad grin, "we'll think about it. You can leave now." As Naruto left for the door, Sasuke stood up and walked up to the blonde. The pale boy stopped Naruto just in time, right before he was about to leave, and pressed his lips against Naruto's scarlet cheeks. "Have a nice day, dobe," Sasuke whispered before Naruto rushed out the door, leaving only his ramen smell.
"Hah, he is definitely the best one out of all. What do you say, Sakura," Sasuke concluded. Sakura mentioned no comment; she just smiled and entered the name Naruto Uzumaki into the computer.