Author's Note: For the Cliché's Challenge.

Some people are incapable of understanding the tone of serious a specified situation may require. For instance, say you were recently employed by the CEO of a company your family was affiliated with that happened to be owned by a former classmate of yours. Say your status was that of a highly respected politician—though that was not the career you pursued—and you were shamed by being present with a different job; say the job of menial laborer.

This is where I start my tale. I am Kaoru Hitachiin—son of a major fashion designer and twin to the husband of a recently famed politician, who I might add is famed due to the scandalous act of marrying the mischievous and misbehaving son of a fashion designer.

Well, as I was saying, I am now being hired by one of the ridiculously numerous corporations run by the acclaimed Ohtori family, working under the very heir to the corporation, third son of the patriarch of the family—Kyouya Ohtori.

The reason why I had applied for a position at the company was simple—I needed to work under someone I was familiar with. I had been feeling down lately and couldn't handle working with a bunch of strangers. So I made a list of my friends:

Tamaki—Idiot

As you can see, I refused to take a job that involved me working for him. He's more moronic than anyone I know.

Hikaru—Isn't doing anything productive. Lives off inheritance and wife.

Slow-bro is a no go.

Honey—Annoying. Personality sucks.

He was never going to see the sheet anyway.

Mori—Working under the servant? What does that make me? A dog?

Enough was written.

Haruhi—She's a lawyer, dumbass. What're you gonna do; lie for her?

No spit, Sherlock.

Kyouya—Successful. Make lots of money.

Duhn, duhn, duhn… I'd had no choice. It was time for me to enter the domain of the Shadow King. I guess I'll start from the beginning here.

Receipt of Office Hours—

I walked down the halls of the building, making my way to where I thought the room for orientation was. I was given a map—yes, I needed a map—so I wouldn't get lost in the dimension of a building. The whole building was surrounded by windows, and it was starting to get to me. I couldn't tell whether or not the design was so we could look out or outsiders could look in. Either way, I wanted to be assigned to an inner area of the building.

After what seemed like forever I came upon the office where orientation took place—commonly called by experienced employees the 'N00b Room', known by referred n00bs as Hell. All this I picked up while eavesdropping in the halls.

I opened the door warily, wondering how terrible it would be. Upon opening it I noticed two figures inside: a man standing next to a desk and a woman behind the desk. Both seemed somewhat intimidating on first glance, staring down at some papers, all the while glaring at the other for providing more work for them. Opposite the two were a couple of chairs for those that must wait. Seeing I qualified as such, I sat down and shut up, not wanting to be the recipient of such a glare.

I instead stared out one of the numerous windows occupying the outer wall. The Ohtori family seemed to dominate the whole of the universe. If you didn't see their name on a sign you saw their product. If you didn't see the patriarch on television, you saw one of the sons—Kyouya more often than not.

Just as I finished up my musing, the man began to leave the room and turned to me. "I have a warning for you, n00b. You get one or the other; complaints aren't accepted." Uh, I though orientation was in this office. He just left.

"Come here, kid," the woman said. I admit I was young, 24, but I was not a 'kid'. I wouldn't say so, though it was true, because it would prove me juvenile. Instead I would mentally make fun of her complexion. Zit scars, bweh, heh, heh; your pores remind me of Spongebob. "You were specially requested by the CEO for orientation." I tried to look surprised. The Shadow King was out to harass me, I knew. She handed me a paper. "Directions to his office." Uh huh. Top room. Lots of windows.

I stalked out of the room, mind as blank as it could possibly be. Kyouya was the only person I knew that was more conniving than me. Him requesting for me to come to his office was like Satan asking you to bare your chest to him so he could tear your heart out and bite off your appendages. Needless to say I was going to visit him.

I took the elevator and waited, staring at the numbers. In this building there were actually both floors for four and nine. Kyouya was above traditional superstition, huh? Well, I couldn't blame him. Whenever Hikaru and I were asked to pick how many fingers a person was holding up behind their back we'd choose those. We were ornery.

I walked out of the elevator, all the while fixing myself with my best poker face. Hikaru and I had practiced these on each other until perfection was met. I wouldn't be beat by Kyouya.

I reached the door to his office, reading the outer sign before knocking. It read: CEO, Ohtori Kyouya. I wondered if I'd get a fancy sign on my friggin' office. I knocked, entering before even receiving an answer.

The office was lined parallel with bookshelves on the walls opposite his desk. The entire wall behind him was a window, and the only thing occupying his desk was an advanced computer that I could afford if I wanted to spend my entire inheritance. Oh, I was filthy rich, but Kyouya was god. He looked up at me from his work.

"Hello, Kaoru."

"Hello, Ohtori-sama." I was already freaked out.