He walked into the office building, sharply dressed and not without an entourage. He looked slick in his tailored business suit and his black hair was gelled back, though it still retained a bit of volume. He looked about the modern reception area and admired the simplistic taste of it's owner. As he came to a low positioned desk and secretarial centre, he was greeted by an over enthusiastic blonde who stood and escorted the taller male, and his group, to a more intimate receiving room. The male pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he sat on the slightly more modern white sofa and waited.
He glanced at his watch for what must have been the 5th time in as many minutes. He grew impatient and pushed his fallen glasses up. He closed his eyes and sighed in annoyance. The glass door opened and the black haired male looked towards it as a small, young woman entered the room. She had just come from lunch, he observed, and she looked as though it wasn't a very pleasant one. She came to stand behind a desk and placed her purse down on the top of it. He watched as her short brown hair fell about her shoulders as she rifled through paperwork before picking up a small black book and flipping through it. There was something about this woman that was familiar to him but he wasn't sure what it was.
"I'm sorry, to keep you waiting, Sir." The woman said as she came to stand beside the desk and gave the group of men a bow. Kyoya stood and bowed back before adjusting his suit. "Mr. Matsuko will see you now." He walked behind the woman, hands shoved in his trouser pockets. His eyes travelled down the length of the smaller woman's back and ended on her rump. It was in the sway of her hips that he finally knew who she was.
As she opened the directors office door Kyoya stopped and really looked at her. Though she had cut her hair, she looked the same as she had in high school. "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" He asked although he already knew.
She looked at him and smiled, "I didn't." She said holding the door open for the group of men to enter the large office. A second of silence passed between them before the black hair male relented and walked into the room, clearing his mind of anything that didn't pertain to the meeting at hand.
Mariko sat at her desk and took a steadying breath. When Mr. Matsuko had told her one of the sons of Yoshio Ootori would be meeting with him today, she hadn't expected it to be him. She hopped that it wouldn't have been him. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the memories of their short high school affair from her mind but couldn't. It had been 4 years since she had seen him last and it hadn't been the best experience.
She opened her eyes. Mariko didn't want to think about it anymore than she had to. Opening the laptop that sat on her desk, the young woman began to type her paperwork for the afternoon and then some. She had been so engrossed in her work that the young woman hadn't realized that it was well into the evening.
She looked over to the Director's office door. It hadn't opened since the group of men first went in. Mariko sighed and stood, walking over to the modern glass door and giving it a light knock. When Mr. Matsuko's voice sounded from the opposite side, the woman opened the door and gave a bow. "Is there anything I can get get for you sir?" She asked as she stood. She looked around the room and locked eyes with the youngest of the Ootori sons.
"No, Mariko, it is fine. Why don't you head home for the night and if there is a pressing matter, we'll let you know." Mariko broke the staring contest with the younger black haired male and looked towards her boss nodding her head once before bowing again and closing the door.
The woman made her way back to her desk and gathered her belongings. As she walked towards the offices' coat rack, she sighed, thankful that Mr. Matsuko had dismissed her for the evening. Mariko grabbed her jacket and opened the glass door that lead from the small back office to the large front office. Once she was on the other side of the door and sure she was alone, the woman closed her eyes and leaned against the hard, cold surface. It felt like a wine and hot bath night and all she had to do was make it out of the building and into the tube before her memories got the best of her.
Eyes open, the woman took a reassuring, deep breath and began the long walk to the shared elevator. She stepped into the brightly lit machine and pressed the ground button. She leaned against the wall and waited for its descent.
Kyoya took his glasses off and massaged his brow. This meeting hadn't gone the way he had planned. Mr. Matsuko was as good of a negotiator as he was. From the looks of how the night was going, it would take until the late hours of the night for them to strike a deal. Still, if he managed to make a deal with this man, his father's business would gain from it immensely. The black haired male replaced his glasses and stood, stretching his legs. He walked over to the large windows that made up one side of the modernly decorated office. "I do hope we can come to a compromise Mr. Matsuko." He thrust his hands into his pockets and watched as the short haired brunette emerged from the building and crossed the street hurriedly. A smirk graced his lips. So it had been her. "I would hate for us to both walk away empty handed." Kyoya said looking over his shoulder at his soon to be business partner.
Mariko had made it home in record time. She opened the door of her bachelor apartment and kicked off her heels. Tossing her purse, jacket, and keys onto her small couch, the woman walked tiredly to her western bathroom and turned on the taps of the bathtub. Undoing the first three buttons on her dress shirt, the young woman pulled it out of her black pencil skirt and reached for a hair tie before scooping her short hair into a tiny ponytail. She walked out of the bathroom and crossed the small central room into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out an unopened bottle of white wine, her father's favourite. Mariko opened a cupboard, pulled out a wine glass, opened the wine bottle, and poured herself a good sized glass. Taking a sip, she placed the opened bottle on the counter and made her way back to the bathroom where she, after placing the wine filled glass on the side of the tub, stripped and submerged herself into the warm water.
She closed her eyes after turning the taps off and picking up her drink. As unexpected as it was, Mariko was sort of happy he had been the one to come. He had matured nicely since their last encounter and he did look rather handsome in that suit of his. She sighed and sunk lower into the bathtub, she just hopped that his visits and meetings weren't recurring.