A/N: Hi guys, it's me again. Here's a sneak preview of a new series I'm currently working on. It's kinda short, but I hope this one is enough to whet your appetite for more. :D

Prologue

Tokiya Ichinose's expression was unreadable as he tried to absorb the investigator's report he was holding.

The manila folder he was holding was unusually thin. He was used to holding thick compilation of reports when doing his review of his family's accounting. Aside from a three-page summary, a few pages of photocopied documents and a very thin bank statement account he was not sure whether he should be happy or cautious that the person he had assigned to be investigated has very little or no background information at all.

For a few minutes, he contemplated what his next move will be. But he is having a hard time coming to a decision. So he decided to be frank to the investigator sitting in front of him.

"Let me get this straight, Kobayashi", he addressed the middle-aged man in front of him, sitting quietly as he sipped his coffee, waiting for him to speak. "Are you trying to tell me that this is all the information you can dig up with all the allotted time I have given you? A full month and this is all I get? A three-page summary?"

"Mr. Tokiya," the man sat up straight and looked him straight in the eye. "I am good with my work, and I agree that the time limit is more than what is recommended. When I called you two weeks ago for a time extension, it's not because there is too much to investigate."

Kobayashi cleared his throat and went on, "It is because I could not find much information about the woman you have assigned me to investigate. I tried to check back on every information that I was provided upon: her name, last name, where she claims she came from, what she had been doing the last three years, bank accounts, habits and patterns, and what is her relationship with your grandfather. I am as stumped as you are, to be honest" he scratched his beard.

Tokiya looked down again. He could not find any faults from the guy. After all, he was highly recommended by his close friends. And he did his job thoroughly given the time frame.

"Now, if you will excuse me" Kobayashai stood up and bowed politely, "do let me know if you still need some clarifications and I would be happy to double check them out for you." And with that, he swept out of the room, leaving the young man frowning over the piece of paper he was holding.

For a few seconds, Tokiya tried to re-read the few paragraphs. But he is still as puzzled as ever. Sighing, he tossed the papers on the table in front of him and he wheeled his chair around to stare at the window behind his private office.

It was autumn, and the trees behind his office building have turned into vivid shades of purple, red and yellow. Below street level, the late afternoon traffic is coming into full swing, as cars and public buses jostled their way along the street towards their intended destination.

His grandfather, Cecil Ichinose had died three months ago of a heart attack. He was a recluse for the past five years, devoting most of his time teaching selected private students at his leisure and personally overseeing the management of their family's prestigious Concert Hall, located downtown. He had left the management of their family's other businesses and dealings with him.

A few days after his grandfather's death, the family's solicitors had quickly notified the rest of the family members and gathered them inside the conference room to read out Cecil's last will.

Imagine their shock when the solicitors informed them that the family's ancestral home, Ville Dulce de Lys shall be inherited by Tokiya on the condition that his muse shall stay under its roof for as long as she wanted to stay. Moreover, since Cecil's muse is still young, Tokiya shall be its guardian and sole provider until she reaches the age of 21 years old, and able to manage the large amount of money he had settled on her.

And the amount of money that his grandfather has set aside for his muse? A cool $30 million dollars.

It was a paltry sum compared to the vast holdings the Ichinose empire are currently holding. They have holdings in the music industry: recording studios, distribution of music in the mainstream market, talent agencies, a private music academy.

Tokiya's eyes narrowed coldly. It was frustrating for him, the way things turned out. His grandfather is a strong-willed man with a very sound mind and a short temper. For years he had quietly built up an empire that is worthy of a Hollywood film plot. And he does have his share of women during his tempestuous youth. But they all know he is faithful to his wife, their grandmother, who died 10 years ago.

They do not want to believe that their grandfather seduced a young woman and is keeping her as his mistress for the past remaining three years of his life. It is too outrageous to think about it.

Tokiya swiveled around on his chair and glanced down at the name on top of the summary report. He is not sure how to react when his appointed time to meet her tomorrow morning comes.

Who are you Haruka Nanami? He asked himself for what seemed like a hundredth time since that morning.

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A/N: So. How is it? I'm afraid I cannot upload Chapter 1 yet, as I intend to focus on the last Chapter of A Scarf, a Lace garter and a Guessing Game, and the subsequent chapters of Underage Love. I hope you guys check them out, as I flesh out the outline for this new fanfic series. :D

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