Surreptitious Serendipidity: Prologue

Janet was the secretary of the CEO building. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was, perhaps, the most talkative person to ever grace the Earth. And because of the lack of an assistant at the moment, Kagome was stuck with the obnoxious blonde for twelve hours, every day, for the next week. She was very friendly, perhaps too friendly. She was someone who you would call a brown-nose. The good news was that Janet was very hard-working. Most, if not all, work was always completed by the end of the day. She always had her assignments turned in on time. Her accuracy with math and numbers in general were superb. Her language skills, because she was bilingual, made her a great asset to the company. Needless to say, she was all-around perfect. The bad part was she didn't know how to give you space. And because she was so perfect was a valid enough reason to never fire her.

"Would you like some coffee?" She asked, "I'm headed to the lobby for a cappuccino, any requests?"

"No thank you, Janet," Kagome responded, not looking away from her computer and typing in the much needed information that had to be turned in within the next hour.

"What about a sandwich? Are you hungry?" She asked.

Kagome mentally sighed. She knew how this would go. Janet would ask about a million and one questions before actually going down to the lobby to get something. "Actually, Janet," she said, "I do have a task for you." She swiveled in her chair and picked up six different files. "Send these documents to each department. These are the new updates for protocol safety measures. Make sure each head has one, and tell them to make copies for all leads."

"Done," Janet said with a nod of her head, eagerly grasping for the files.

"Oh, and Janet?" Kagome said, looking her square in the eye, "Do not dilly-dally. And when you are done, you are free to go."

"Yes, Ma'am!" She said with a big smile, practically bouncing out the door.

Her day was very near over, and she was looking forward to it. She began logging out of her computer and cleaning up for the day. She was actually fairly organized - her desk was always clean and she absolutely despised having any clutter around her. She had always made it a point for Janet to make sure she never saw any trash anywhere, otherwise, Kagome would be one upset boss. A knock on the door caused her to momentarily pause in her nightly cleansing of her office. "Come in," she called, and the door opened quickly.

"Before I go, I received a few documents that was needed to be handed over to you," Janet said as she walked in. "I had forgotten they were there on the desk. You were gone for a while from the office so I hadn't had the chance until now."

"Alright, do you happen to know who sent them and what they are for?" Kagome asked as she stood to reach over her desk for the vanilla colored folders.

"Ah, the new intern, what was his name? Kori? He delivered them from the head-hancho upstairs," she said, "He said they were about a dinner date interview with the applicants for the assistant job. I'm assuming they're attempting to get you an assistant so I can stay in one place."

"You know," Kagome replied as she looked over the documents, "You just might be right. His name was Kovi, by the way."

"Darn, so close," Janet said, snapping her fingers, "I'm really terrible with names."

"I know," Kagome said with a glare. It had taken the girl nearly three months to memorize her name and another to just be able to pronounce it properly. She supposed there were a lot of people in the facility, but it wasn't that difficult to memorize your boss's name, was it?

The woman shrugged and raised her hands in defense. "I'm gonna get going - these files aren't going to deliver themselves! I'll see you in a while."

"I have an early night tonight, remember?" Kagome reminded her.

"OH, that was today?" She said with incredulity in her voice, "Gosh, I'm so scatterbrained. Alright then, I'll close the lobby tonight, so no worries."

"Alright, thank you Janet," Kagome said with a nod of her head as the woman bounced, once more, out of the room. Kagome took a sneak peak at the documents before she heard a soft alarm go off behind her. Quickly, she tucked her folders under her arm for homework, turned off the alarm, and began making her way out the door. Most days she was out before the alarm went off, but for some reason, today was just one of the busier of the days. She didn't really need an alarm, but the company insisted that every employee be as punctual as humanly possible to reduce the amount of overtime costs. In any case, Kagome was usually the last person out the door. After all, she usually had to make sure everyone had exited the building and every floor was put on lock-down.

With a sigh, she locked her office and clocked out at the receptionist desk - also known as Janet's desk - before hopping onto the elevator to the ground floor and out the lobby doors. She knew she could trust Janet to take care of things. It was probably one of her greatest stress-reducers. Kagome found that it was so very hard to gain trustworthy adversaries, and Janet just so happened to barely make that cut. Now if only she weren't so annoyingly perfect...

She glanced at her rose-gold and silver trimmed watch - a nervous habit that she sometimes caught herself doing. She felt extremely out of place, though was fairly positive this was the place. She was having a dinner date with five potential employees, though if she had known that it would be a formal affair, she would have dressed a bit differently. Her boss certainly knew how to throw her out of her comfort zone. In fact, she was almost fairly certain that he did it purposefully, if only to get her out of that comfort zone.

With a reassuring sigh to calm her nerves, she walked up to the counter, showing her ID and reservation, before being escorted to a table. She was seated in front of a young boy who looked, perhaps, no older than twenty. She, herself, was in her late twenties and rapidly approaching her thirties. She approached the young man with a smile, noticing his calm demeanor and confident outlook. He was dressed to impress, that was for certain. She was in her business attire - which if she really thought about it, was as close to formal as she was going to get. He had a buttoned up, long-sleeve shirt that had a pleaded pattern woven into it. The maroon and golden crosshatches seemed to compliment his features rather nicely. His hair was a reddish-orange color. It was uncommon to find someone with reddish-orange hair in Tokyo, Japan, though it wasn't unheard of. Though it was even more uncommon to find someone with emerald green eyes - of which he had a dazzling pair of. The slacks he wore were of the darkest shade of gray, nearly black, in color. His leather black shoes looked nearly brand new. All in all, he was slick and dressed to perfection. His hair was even pulled back into a low-hanging ponytail. She was uncertain of just how long it was for it disappeared behind his back. When his eyes met hers, she could almost swear that she had somewhere before.

With a smile, she extended her hand and he stood to greet her properly, accepting her hand in return. When they finished shaking hands the two took a seat as a waiter stopped by offering a drink. "You must be Mr. Saito," she commented. "I've read your file. I am Higurashi, Kagome, your interviewer."

As if unaware, he suddenly sat straight in his seat. His back went rim-rod straight instead of the relaxed posture he'd had previously. "Don't be so nervous!" Kagome laughed, "This is a dinner date between six individuals, including myself. I'm here to simply ask the five of you some fairly simple questions. The food is just an added bonus, which, by the way, is completely paid for by the company, so please, eat your fill."

Kagome realized that the two of them were actually fairly early. She got there early because she wanted to set up and get the interview over with. Apparently, it wouldn't happen the way she had wanted it to happen, but it was close enough. It didn't take long before three others joined them, in which they had some light chatter before the interviews actually began. "Alright, it looks like... Marina Sancheros is not going to be making it to this dinner party, so it's just you four and myself tonight," she said with a smirk. She couldn't help but to think about how this seemed like some sort of reverse harem before getting her mind on track. "Alrighty, my name is Higurashi, Kagome, in case you didn't catch that. I'm your interviewer this evening, and this position is for my personal assistant." She gave them details such as the work hours, the type of work they'd be doing, and more. She even gave them a bit of a rundown of how things normally went in the office. "Alright, so do any of you have any questions?"

When no one spoke, the waiter stopped by and took everyone's orders. And they began to eat. "So, how did you get to where you are now?" A boy, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old, asked. He had blue eyes and black hair that reached just passed his shoulders.

"Good question, Mr. Takayama, and to be honest, I'm still figuring out how I landed the job myself," she said with a laugh as she continued to eat. "It all started in high school."

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