The twenty-seven year old woman boldly strolled into Capsule Corporation's front office building. As she approached the front desk, she readjusted her grip on the small black briefcase she was carrying in her left hand. "I'm here to see the president."

The irritated receptionist heard that many times every day. She acted happy trying to be as polite as possible in order to keep her job, but she was overwhelmingly focused on her smoke break in five minutes. It had been a frenzy of appointments, and her addiction had kicked in. The woman fumbled through her desk to find the schedule of her boss' appointments. She always misplaced that thing when she needed it in front of her. "May I ask for the name?"

On the opposite side of the disorganized mess, the twenty-seven year old woman stood in her heels seeing the hassle written across the receptionist's face. She swept her brunette hair out of her face with her fingers before making the effort to reply. "Chiyo Emiko."

Chiyo nervously gripped her briefcase slightly tighter, hoping she was in the schedule's database. She needed this chance to talk to him.

Looking down at the schedule, the young receptionist looked into the appointment spot before her boss' lunch break, and there the name stood. Chiyo Emiko.

She glanced up at the woman. She was a beautiful woman with brunette locks that barely overlapped her shoulders. She had bold facial features such as higher cheekbones and long eyelashes. She was average height, but her fit body made her look stunning. The receptionist slightly envied her but did not show it as she spoke. "Oh yes, I see you here. I'll contact him immediately." She turned her office chair around and buzzed the president's office. "Sir, your next appointment, Ms. Chiyo, is here to see you."

There was a brief moment of silence before a reply came. "Send her up." It was a monotone reply, and that made Chiyo apprehensive; however, she was not one to back down from a challenge. She simply nodded, smiled, and headed toward the elevator. As she hit the button that opened the elevator doors, she heard a voice of encouragement from just feet away from the elevator. "Good luck with your presentation. I hope he approves."

She looked off to her side to find a guy with messy black hair and casual clothes walking toward the same elevator. Chiyo knew this person was Goten because of her studies of Saiyans at home. Though, honestly, seeing any of them in person gave her an inward sense of hope.

She smiled politely toward Goten. "Thank you. I hope he likes it too."

Goten waltzed into the elevator after Chiyo entered. "Well, here's a few tips. Don't be boring. He gets bored with the presentations to begin with. Don't repeat yourself. He thinks that people who do that don't know what they're talking about. Umm…what else? Oh yeah, don't use your…" He paused and instantly turned bright red.

Chiyo sighed. "I got it. Don't use my sexuality." She got tips like that all the time back home. The elevator doors opened, revealing a short hallway that led to massive oak doors. She stepped out, and Goten followed suit. "Sorry, he just really hates how every pretty girl turns out to be nothing but a flirt. Not that I think you are, but it's just a tip."

Chiyo smiled. "Don't worry. I know the drill."

She continued walking slowly toward the doors. She saw Goten following a few steps behind her. Logically, she figured out that Goten would be staying outside the interview room, probably waiting on Trunks for his lunch break.

She was right. There was a bench outside the room, and Goten sprawled out on it. "Good luck…ummm."

"My name's Chiyo. And thank you." She turned her attention to the doors and knocked hard against it with her free fist.

"Come in."

Chiyo opened the door, only to face the president of Capsule Corporation, Trunks Briefs. As she slid through the doors and closed them quietly and quickly, she lightly sighed.

She hoped that he wouldn't think she was crazy.