"I don't care if your world is endin' today, because I wasn't invited to it anyway..." A rather dark voice began, each word leaving her mouth with practiced ease. One couldn't say that the voice was bad, as she pulled off that drawl quite well. "You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart, but I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art." The familiar jingle of the bell sounded, telling her that someone entered. The words that flowed from her mouth almost mechanically stopped immediately, the headphones still plugged into her ears but the volume turned down a good amount, just enough so she could hear words that were spoken to her and the music all the same.
"Hello there, welcome to KIA Inc., is there anything I can do for you?" She questioned in a sickly sweet voice, a fake smile forced onto her lips, once more one of the many over practiced actions she'd perfected.
"I have a meeting with Miss Kawasaki at 2:30, I'd appreciate if you told her I'm here." That fake smile was sent straight back at her, causing the smile to drop from the girl's face.
"I'm sorry, but, ma'am, you are fifteen minutes late, Miss Kawasaki no longer wishes to speak with you because of such. She told me to tell you that if you cannot bother to show up to your first meeting with her, than you are not worth her time. Have a good day, ma'am." The little name-tag that was pinned above her right breast read Thirteen, which was obviously her name, hence the name-tag. Now replacing that frown with a semi-twisted grin, her lips curled up mockingly and an amused sparkle in her eyes. With this she turned up the volume on her iPod Video, now playing was 'Down With The Sickness' by Disturbed. Aww... she'd missed the entire song of 'sAINT' by Marilyn Manson. What a bummer... If only that damned lady hadn't barged in.
Her head lightly rocked to the beat of the music, her lips murmuring the lyrics in that every so dark voice that she had perfected. Nimbly did she sort through documents, once in awhile typing new information into the program on her computer.
You see, Thirteen is the personal secretary of Miss Kawasaki herself, the CEO of KIA Incorporated, which was actually a Designer Company. Their clothing was expensive, and only the wealthy could afford their products, and oh boy, that brought in a lot of sales. Even Thirteen herself owned a wardrobe with consisted of nothing but KIA brand clothing. You're wondering what KIA stands for, aren't you? Well, we'll just get to that later, now won't we?

Thirteen minutes passes, oh, how ironic. Her entire focus was on her job, and she had failed to notice the presense that had been standing before her for the last three minutes until the deep 'Ahem' sounded, shaking her from her world of music and work. Quickly did she painfully rip the headphones from her ears, as she snapped her head up, obviously scared out of her wits. Her cheeks seemed to be on fire, the heat spreading over them rapidly. Did I mention she was also embarassed?
"M-Mr. Eloton! I wasn't expecting you for another..." Thirteen's purple eyes shot down to the little digital clock that sat beside her computer. 2:59:30, "Thirty seconds... I expect you're here for a meeting with Miss Kawasaki, yes?" That sickly sweet tone returned to her voice, that smile reappearing. The only reply she recieved from the mysterious man was a nod, and he looked away quickly, as if Thirteen wasn't even worth his time. Pft... Moron. Pressing down on the small green button, she spoke loudly and clearly, "Miss Kawasaki, Mr. Eloton has arrived on time for his meeting. Do you wish to see him?" A pause left silence to hang eerily in there air for a moment.
"Yes, let him in, Thirteen."
With a single look up to Eloton, she flashed a weak smile, and stood. "Follow me, Mr. Eloton." She murmured quietly, bowing in respect, Miss Kawasaki would have her head if she showed ANY form of disrespect to anyone that entered the building. Most likely her job would be down the drain.
Shuffling from behind her desk, Thirteen began walking towards the large double doors about twenty-five feet from her desk, her walk quite confident and her head held a bit higher than it should have been for a secretary. Now will be a good time to explain what she was wearing. A pair of tight black jeans, you know, the straight legged ones that clung to every curve of your legs. A long-sleeved, striped black and grey top fit her torso quite snugly, the collar dipping quite low, but a grey tank-top somewhat helped that. She was still flaunting cleavage. Her hair was pulled into pig-tails, curled light at the end with a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses on her head. Once she reached the large doors, she pushed the right side open for Mr. Eloton, bowing once more.
"I wish you good luck, Mr. Eloton." She told him, looking up to see him nod once more. Damn, he was such a cold person to everyone, wasn't he? With a shake of her head she silently closed the door then basically darted back to her desk. Her music was still playing, and she was missing good songs!
Sitting down and plugging the head phones back into her ears, she grumbled. She'd missed at least four songs, and now playing was 'Bed of Roses' by MSI. Oh well, she loved this song as well. Once more was she taken away by the music, mindlessly filing the papers without much of a thought. Her head bobbed slightly to the music, sending her multi-coloured hair for a light ride, and she mouthed the words to each song that played. But then she heard voices. It was Miss Kawasaki and Mr. Kaiba! Miss Kawasaki must have been accidently turning the intercom on.
"Are you... really... Thirteen... could... valuable." It was Mr. Eloton.
"Yes... positive... no use... lazy... you can have..." It was Miss Kawasaki.
Then, it stopped.
.6:31:01.
Her shift was over, finally, but she thought it would be better to inform Miss Kawasaki. Mr. Eloton still hadn't come out, and her boss may be quite furious if Thirteen wasn't there to show him out.
Knocking lightly at the door and waiting for the command to enter, she began to zip up the semi-tight black jacket, then flipped her sun glasses down over her eyes.
"Come in." The strong, stern voice called back after a moment, and so she stepped in.
"Miss Kawasaki, my shift is over so I shall be heading home now. I bid you a good day, you too, Mr. Eloton." With that, she bowed respectfully and turned on her heel to leave, still furious about the bits of the conversation she heard.
"Thirteen, wait a moment. There's something I have to tell you."

'Oh shite...'