"What's this?" A woman with cobalt eyes inquired. Two men wearing expensive looking suits were seated opposite from each other, lying comfortably in their seats, enjoying some alcohol, in the large spacious office of Tashio Enterprise on the topmost floor. One man, with the exact same blues eyes as the female, merely regarded her with a glance and nodded, a command she knew all too well. Sit.
The other man placed his glass of whiskey on the table in front of him and stood up. The woman observed him with caution and curiosity. He pushed up his rim wired glasses with a forefinger and extended his arm forward, his hand out. "Miss Kagome Tashio, I've heard much of you from Sesshomaru. Waverly. Alexander Waverly." He said with a smile.
"He's the head of the organization, U.N.C.L.E." A smooth voice added. Sesshomaru's blue gaze turned to Kagome. "If you recall yesterday's conversation."
The woman in question cleared her throat and proceeded to shake hands with the man in front her and offered a gracious smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Waverly."
"Please," Waverly added, "sit."
Kagome took the spot next to Sesshomaru and crossed her legs."Now," She began, the fire igniting in her blue eyes, "I want to know what exactly is going on and why this gentlemen is here before I throw a fit and catch a plane to Hungary for a long overdue vacation."
"Um, well, you see Miss-"
"He has agreed to take you under his wing. In return, you'll be responsible for building the weapons for him and his agents for their missions."
"Now, dear brother," Kagome began with a sickly sweet smile, "what makes you think I'd be willing to leave Britain. Doesn't it trouble you that I'll be in constant danger?"
Sesshomaru refrained the urge to roll his eyes. As if she couldn't protect herself, he scoffed mentally. "There is no need. You will not be out in the field. Besides, it will be a good experience." He added as an afterthought.
"You didn't answer my first question."
Sesshomaru's lip slightly quirked in amusement. "You have no choice."