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PRESENTING:

Introductions - 00

"Mr. Youou, sir?"

I glanced up from the morning paper toward the intruder standing in the door way of my office. Another nameless face out of many- as it was I barley knew how many employees I had let alone their names.

He stood awkwardly, clip board clutched in his tense hands, avoiding my eyes. A beat of tense silence before I graciously heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

"Yes?" I asked pointedly. Jumping slightly at my tone, he quickly shuffled into the room and nearly threw the clip board on my desk in his nervousness, knocking over a stack of papers and a pen jar. His eyes widened and he dropped to the floor behind the desk and out of my line of sight. I could hear him scrabbling around, hurriedly picking up the mess he created- I imagine he was under the impression I would fire him for something so petty. This annoyed me even further. Reclining in my chair, I grabbed the clip board as he all but screamed apologies at me. Scanning over the neat font, I read the fine print carefully before signing away yet another advertisement deal .

Minutes later nameless employee 134 stumbled to his feet, messily replacing the dropped contents of my desk. Still apologizing like mad, I patiently handed the clipboard to him and grumbled a "get out". Seconds later the door to my office slammed and I was once again, gratefully, alone.

This was how my life was- everyday. Though, I really couldn't complain. I had money, a good job, a loving fiance- as far as I was concerned, I was content with my monotonous life- even if I frequently wore a scowl on my face. Losing interest in the paper, I wadded it into a ball and dunked it into the mesh waste basket across the room. Loosening my tie, I picked up the telephone and attempted to phone Tomoyo about dinner. Getting her voice mail, I hung up without leaving a message. Grumbling, I shrugged out of my Armani suit jacket and made my way over to the leather couch placed directly beneath the giant glass windows stretching from wall to wall of my office.

50 floors up, the cars appeared as ants zipping along the crowded streets of Los Angeles, while the people were near non-existent. Amber sunlight filtered through the open blinds as the sun slowly sank over the horizon. Two years go, it may have astounded me- now it was just a sight I saw everyday, still beautiful…but typical and expected.

I slipped off my shoes and noiselessly dropped onto the couch, folding my hands over my chest and burrowing into the cool leather. Still an hour left of work and then freedom- until then, nap time was a spontaneous addition to the agenda.

"Kurogane! I coming in!"

Or not.

The door to my office flew open, bouncing off the door stopper. Cursing silently, I sat up and glared at Yuuko as she proceeded to make herself comfortable at my desk.

"Did I say you could sit at my desk?" I grumbled, agitated. Ignoring my question, she propped her heeled feet up and reclined in my chair- grinning at my from ear to ear.

"Oh, did I interrupt your nap Mr. President? " Fixing her with a icy glare, I stood and massaged the back of my neck, attempting to relieve the tension in my muscles that Yuuko, often, was the cause of.

"I wasn't napping." I snapped. Her grin grew impossibly wider. It was exceedingly irritating.

"Sure you weren't- anyways I wanted to tell you that I'll be taking the day off tomorrow." She began inspecting her perfectly polished red nails- I hated when she did that.

"Who, exactly, is clearing this for you?" Gracefully, she rose to her feet and slinked over to me. Under her gaze I felt like I was being violated- she had the tendency to do that on occasion- it really pissed me off. Being eye-raped by your VP who is probably ten years your senior or older is not something that would make you feel very comfortable….well, to me it least. Truthfully, Yuuko was very attractive, but a larger part of me found her downright irritating and annoying beyond belief, cutting her attraction factor down by a whopping ninety-nine percent.

She lazily twirled her fingers through the hair on the nape of my neck, a bit too close for comfort. She often used this tactic on me--it always worked. Always.

"Well, I was thinking perhaps you would give me the go head… for a price maybe?" Grinning evilly, she snaked her arms around my neck. I could smell her cinnamon breath now- definitely too close. "I'm very good with my hands you know…"

Restraining my self from shoving her away, I slid easily out of her grasp as she chuckled mischievously.

"You're disgusting."

"And you love it!"

"Hardly- don't you have someone else to annoy the shit out of?"

Falling onto the couch, she picked up a magazine and flipped through it, not really reading it.

"Nope. You have me all to yourself." Rolling my eyes, I stalked over to my desk, away from the thorn in my side.

"Goody, Goody" I replied sarcastically before checking my watch. 6:10, forty minutes to go- I softly cursed. "You've finished all your work for the day?" I just wanted her out of my office. Rising, she bounded to my desk, magazine forgotten, smiling lazily.

"Works all finished, thanks to my lovely new personal assistant." She said, plopping herself down on my desk and sticking her feet in my lap. Really, did this woman have no decency?

"You didn't tell me you hired a personal assistant." I said curious and annoyed at the same time as I tried to shoo her feet off my lap. They remained firmly planted on my thighs as she reclined back on her elbows, biting her lip.

"Well, since you banished Maru and Moru from the office, I've been over-loaded with work. As you know, I cannot allow the stress to effect my physicality, so naturally, I hired another assistant."

Maru and Moru- Two creepy ass little girls that had been commonly referred as Yuuko's minions. They had frequently wreaked havoc upon unsuspecting employees by which, I suspected, had been at Yuuko's bidding- of course, we couldn't have two demons terrorizing the employees so they were "fired" in a sense…even though they technically hadn't worked here to begin with. Besides that, they were entirely too creepy to have been normal little girls- I honestly I have no idea where Yuuko gets these people. Hopefully, this new assistant was relatively normal…but knowing Yuuko the chances were slim.

"I'm going to have to fire this one too aren't I?" I stated more than asked. She laughed joyously, grinning like mad- irritating. There was a peculiar glint in her eyes as she smiled at me, almost knowing- it was down right unnerving.

"I should hope not. He's such a good little assistant." My eyes widened slightly, registering the fact that her new assistant was a male-- which did not bode well if Yuuko had an eye on him.

"He?" I asked incredulously.

"I know what your thinking- and although, I would happily welcome it-" She stopped, probably imagining the poor bastard writhing underneath her. It wouldn't be the first time I caught Yuuko…playing, on the job. After two years with the woman, I concluded that she had absolutely no inhibitions: ultimately it added to her charm and annoyance. "I have no intention of…playing with him." Yuuko replied, grinning devilishly.

I didn't believe her- not for a second.

"Bull shit." I growled.

"Kurogane" Another irritation- mock hurt. Fuck, she's really getting to me today. " How could you ever think so lowly of me?"

"Shut the hell up." I muttered, shoving her feet away and rolling over to the alcohol cabinet, fully intending to relieve my stress with a glass of bourbon. The sound of her airy giggles reached my ears and I scowled. Half an hour, only half an hour to go. "Where is the poor bastard anyway?"

"Out getting me a latte."

Figures.

"You couldn't wait an hour to get one yourself?"

"Why do it yourself when someone will do it for you?" Yuuko, lazy as ever. Rolling back over to the desk, I carefully avoided her wandering feet as I gulped my drink. "Back to the topic of conversation- I really think you'll like him Kurogane…"

She was being mysterious- I hated it.

Locking eyes with her I said, "Like hell I will." Chuckling softly, half lidded red eyes locked with my own.

"Oh, I think you will." Why did I hire her again?

A door slammed outside of my office. The shuffling of bags could be heard along with unbalanced footsteps. A lilting voice called from the outside:

"Yuuko-senpai? I've returned with your orders! Are you still here?"

Not bothering to make the situation more presentable, she slid her feet back into my lap (much to my aggravation and dismay) and resumed reclining on the desk before calling out a response to her whereabouts. I quickly tried to slap her feet away, cursing at her furiously as the door clicked open. Ceasing my movements to save it least a shred of my dignity (all though, that could very well be impossible as I was sure I appeared to be Yuuko's lap dog as opposed to her boss. This undoubtedly looked suspicious. Fuck.) I directed my attention to the new comer.

I nearly forgot how to breathe.

Undoubtedly, he was probably the most stunning creature I've ever witnessed- though, I will never admit that out loud.

He stood, tall (6'3 perhaps) and graceful in the doorway, balancing a trey of steaming lattes in one hand and fiddling with his iphone in the other- no doubt running through Yuuko's schedule. His unruly long blond, almost platinum, hair was pinned up haphazardly with a dozen or so bobby pins, stray bangs falling around his ears and forehead. Opposed to the ever typical suit and tie, his long legs were covered in tight worn jeans, expensive looking, leading down to sophisticated yet simple black shoes. His torso and arms covered by a long-sleeved black, ribbed turtle neck sweater that almost ran past his long elegant fingers. A pack of cigarette's peaked out of his front pocket along with a lighter- there was also one tucked neatly behind his ear.

He began striding towards us, eyes still focused on his phone. Making small talk with Yuuko, he read off the appointments he had scheduled for her (those of the non-business related, which include, but are not limited to, a hair appointment, a massage at the most exclusive spa, a zoom whitening treatment at her dentist-- fucking, annoying ) along with a short list of people she had promised to contact before the day was out. Very organized, down to the date and time. Damn, this kid was good. Handing her the latte she had ordered, he double checked the schedule for any missed appointments before sliding his phone into the pocket of his pants that wasn't occupied by the cigarettes. Finally, his eyes met hers and with a smile he retrieved his own latte before placing the remaining one in front of myself. I stared at it for a moment as they chatted lightly about work and appointments.

The kid had bought me a latte… Do I even like lattes?

I attempted to quell the swelling feeling of appreciation.

"Fai this is Big shot President-san, Kurogane Youou- Kurogane, this is Fai D. Fluorite, my utterly amazing new assistant." Smiling, she fawned over him, patting him gently on the head as he took a seat on the desk next to her. For the first time since his arrival, his eyes met mine. Wide, adorned with impossibly long lashes, sky blue eyes smiled warmly back at me. Again, I almost forgot how to breath. Almost. He extended his elegant hand, bearing his perfect white teeth in a disarming smile.

"Hey there Kurogane-sama!"

Jesus, his voice was like fucking sex…wait- no.

"It's nice to finally meet you-"

I did not just think that…just keep talking…

"-Yuuko-senpai has told me-"

I stared at his mouth, rather than his eyes- watching his little pink tongue move across his incredibly white teeth, surrounded by soft and very kissable looking lips - No! This is not happening.

…

"-So much about you!"

It was silent for a moment as I just stared, stoic ( although, I didn't really know what the fuck was going on) into his eyes, completely and utterly mesmerized by him. I vaguely remember stretching my hand out to grasp his lightly before repeating "nice to meet you too" on auto-pilot. Again, he smiled warmly- my hand lingered in his longer than any normal hand shake would have.

Unfortunately- Yuuko noticed this. I could practically hear her snickering.

A sharp pain dug into my thigh ( Yuuko's heel) and I abruptly let go of his hand, feeling like a bolt of electricity had just zapped through me.

I couldn't stop looking at him- He probably thought I was a creep, though his expression said other wise, that sunny smile still stretched from ear to ear.

Why the hell was I engaged?

I wanted him.

Fuck. I wanted him.

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