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Chapter 3: Its tough at the top

Kaiba Corp building, Ninth floor-

Woah. This room was way high up Sita thought as she looked out of the glass walls, luckily she had no fear of heights but she couldn't say the same for the other job hopefuls. Two were cowering in the corner away from the glass, obviously in discomfort over the fact that there was a nine story drop only a couple of feet away. Cowards. The interviewer looked like an OK guy, fairly normal looking guy – not like some of the crazy looking people she'd seen since coming to this place. It seemed like the city dwellers had a passion for crazy hair and some kids seemed to be wearing...giant wristwatches of some kind, with paddle-like things on.

"Sita Suzuki!" barked the interviewer, snapping her out of her daze. She took a deep breath and walked in.

"Well then, lets begin Miss Suzuki. I'm Roland and I'm head of personnel at Kaiba Corp. I'm going to ask you a few questions to see if your suitable for the post, but h'm sure you already knew that." He seemed quite a nice guy – but she knew better than most that looks can be deceiving, the social worker had been quite good at seeming nice.

"Well, yes, that is what I came for. I ready Mr. Roland."

"Just Roland or Sir, Miss Suzuki. Alright, firstly, have you any job experience elsewhere?" Er...I turned 16 last month, I just gave you my CV and it says that so you know I don't...

"No Sir, this would be my first job." Great, I sound like I'm talking to the head at school.

"I guess all the questions about your typical work week are useless then..." He grumbled as he wrote N/A on them.

"Right", he continued "What made you interested in this job anyway? Your qualifications are fantastic but I don't usually see people of your age group in positions like this."

Hey, there was some guy on the other side of the room watching! He was about her age but the way he sat seemed to say don't come near me nothing you could say or do could possibly interest me. Hmm...

"Not many people seem to want to accept that a young person like me could do a job like this and do it well, maybe even better than adults. They all reject me before even considering me – they say they doubt my mental capacity to deal with the levels of work involved, and thats just prejudice! I know I can do better than getting stuck at a low level pencil pushing, zombie typist job so I thought I'd try for something better before I'm forced to try elsewhere, and this company looked like a good place to go. It's going places fast and I think I could help it a little, and I could benefit from it."

"I see. So if you don't get this job you'll try for a job in a lower position elsewhere?"

"Actually, if I don't get a job today I'm being sent back home to england and I'll most likely get a job as an accountant to some dead-end firm there."

"Tough family?"

"No, unfair orphanage."

The cold guy seemed to be listening now, even looking. What was he even doing here anyway? As Roland looked at her papers, she glanced at him and got a glare in return. What had she done to deserve that!?

:You don't have to take that:

Yeah I don't...

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, Miss Suzuki?"

"I'm sorry, but what is that guy doing here? I thought this was a private interview?"

"What 'guy'?"

"Him." she said pointing at the glare guy.

"Oh! Thats Mr. Kaiba."

"And why can he be here?"

"Well, he does own the company Miss Suzuki." Damn.

Subway, Train to Vox Street-

Bluntly, it could have gone better she thought. Questioning the bosses right to be there had definitely not been a good move. What had possessed her to do it!? Anyway, more worryingly, what was the Kaibas doing still owning Kaiba Corp? This sounded like a dumb question, but she'd heard that there'd been a takeover around half a year ago – maybe they'd got it back? Weird, very weird.

Good Faith Apartment Block, Domino-

Well...it was time to check out her new 'house'. The building loomed out in front of her, some windows were boarded up and others were just smashed, wind whistling through them like ghostly claws. The communal 'garden' was full of empty cans and beer bottles, not to mention syringes and other great piles of junk, some no-brainer had even set a bin on fire, its black plastic slowly twisting and bubbling to the ground. Great, another no hope dumping ground for the people who, if they cleaned up a bit and changed there attitudes towards life, might just possibly be considered the utter dregs of humanity. There was no sense in hanging around here though, so she picked up the briefcase and walked up to the third floor. Using the key she'd been given she let herself into room 36, the place she'd now have to call home.

There was a note on the table -

'Dear S. Suzuki,

We at Sunshine Care have taken your possessions and transported them to your new accommodation. You fill find your bag and the spare key to this lovely apartment in the sleeping area.

Have a bright sunshiny day!'

Right.

"You can take your bright shiny day and stick it were the sun don't shine.." she muttered angrily, tearing the note into small pieces and throwing them out of the open window into the howling wind.

"Stupid interview guy, stupid boss guy, stupid Sunshine Care, stupid house AND OVERALL STUPID LIFE!"

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