"Okay. looks like we've got to go. It was nice meeting you Misaki." Tora said smiling while getting out his wallet, preparing to pick up the bill.
"Actually I'll pay the bill. It might take a long time so I suggest you guys leave first." Misaki said while pulling out her sunglasses trying to avoid any more unnecessary interactions with Tora. She felt that Tora was staring way too much at her as though analyzing her. Kourin noticed this and chuckled.
"Tora. Honey you are making poor Misaki here feel embarrassed. It isn't very nice to stare darling." Misaki could almost picture the eye roll that Tora was suppressing, Kourin was nice but Misaki didn't see why Tora kept her around. She just wasn't someone that could contain the male.
"I do apologise, you just bear an uncanny resemblance to an old friend of mine." Tora said, with a soft chuckle. A forlorn expression flickered across his features, but as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. Misaki swallowed the lump in her throat, the situation was getting too close to home. She wanted out. She just got back and would really like some peace for a change./p
" I'll see you around Misaki. Oh, before I forget, I'll leave you with my phone number." Kourin grinned as she keyed in her number into Misaki's phone. Misaki gave a meek smile before paying the bill and calling her driver. Just in time to see Kourin and Tora off. She then absent-mindedly told her driver to drive her to her office as she drove herself into over-drive, something that she usually did to brush the complications of fame and fortune to the back of her mind.
"What's the cause of you over working today?" Nanami, Miskais' private assistant called as she set down the huge stack of files onto the table. Misaki often did this to forget the pain, stress and anger that were long forgotten. Instead of her old and violent way of revealing her anger in High-School. Misaki often worked herself to the core to forget about the unpleasant things. Misaki heaved a sigh of exhaustion as she leaned back into her chair observing San Francisco./p
After a few hours of more intense working, Nanami who soon gave up from forcing an answer out of Misaki, left the office and headed home. Misaki on the other hand made a mental note to herself that the meeting tomorrow would be postponed to 10 in the morning instead of 8 in the morning. Before driving back to her apartment. Once, Misaki opened the door of her apartment she headed to the living room and fell asleep on the couch into a dreamless slumber./p
BEEP! BEEP!
Misaki jolted awake to her phone ringing as she answered the phone still half-asleep. Realizing it was a prank call she woke up to check the time and realized it was already 6.30. a.m. "Nuts!" Misaki exclaimed as she forgot the mental note from last night as she hurriedly prepared for the board meeting. Suddenly stopping in her track, Misaki realized that the meeting had been postponed and she silently cursed herself for being muddleheaded.
Upon arriving at the headquarters, Misaki parked her car before entering the office building, The staff all greeted her and she gave a polite smile before heading up to her office which was on the 23rd floor. When Misaki got out of the lift she bumped into a well-dressed man whom looked like he was in his twenties. Picking up her sunglasses which fell she locked eye contact with the man. Emerald eyes met Azure Blue eyes.
"Have I met you before? You seem familiar." The man said. "Anyway I'm Takumi Walker nice to meet you." Misak looked up and saw the shell of the boy who she knew in high-school. His emerald eyes were filled with sadness, guilt and regret, his eyes were empty and the smile on his lips did not even reach his eyes. The perverted smirk that he had was gone. The bright smile that a perverted alien should have was also gone. Misaki blinked hard, trying to comprehend that the man standing in front of her was her Takumi. Misaki resisted the urge to run into his open arms and cry into his shoulder.
"I'm Misaki-Heidi Sanzenin. Pleased to meet you, you can call me Misaki." Misaki said while trying not to let her tears fall. A stray tear trickled down her cheek and Takumi noticed and reached out his hand to comfort her, but before Takumi could do anything else, Misaki turned on her heels and walked away while letting her tears fall freely down her face. Slamming her office door behind her, Misaki buried her face in her hands and cried till she had no more tears to cry. Before she pulled herself together and managed to fish out her phone to call Nanami for help.
N..nanami? Can you..c...come over to my office I need your help." Misaki said as she sniffled. Without wasting any time, Nanami hurried over and listened to Misakis woes and helped Misaki clean up her ruined makeup and apply a fresh coat of makeup.
"So, Takumi Walker is back?" Nanami muttered while putting on the final touch ups. Misaki nodded and said.
"I would have thought I was above crying my eyes out. It's stupid that I'm such a mess just because I've seen him. I'm really hopeless." Misaki muttered sadly. Nanami paused, shaking her head as she gave Misaki a hug. She knew the effect that Takumi Walker held over Misaki, still she couldn't help but wish, they would talk to each other. After a moment of silence, as Misaki composed herself. Nanami pushed Misaki out of her office. Right now, Misaki had more important things to do instead of spending time worrying about the emerald-eyed male. Misaki, took a deep breath, schooling her emotions back to an emotionless mask. Her confidence and thoughts coming back to her, step by step as she approached the conference room. How many more promises was she going to break to herself? What of the promise to forget him? That was another promise that she had to add to the list of broken things in her life.
Behind those doors, Misaki was in emotional turmoil. Her eyes fell upon Takumi when she entered the room as she greeted all the other partners whom were supporting the partnership of the Walker Company and the Sanzenin Company. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the microphone her confidence never wavering. With a soft cough she began her proposal.
