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"So, Tifa, what's it like meeting the Vincent Valentine?"

"I don't know."

Elena suddenly stepped on the breaks and turned around to face Tifa, "What do you mean you don't know?! You were talking with him the whole time!"

"Elena, you should move, people are honking." said Tifa in a bored voice

"Teef, Tell me you said more than those snarky lines to him." Said Elena as she stuck her left arm out the window and gave the driver behind her a particular gesture that stopped their honking, she then continued to drive.

"We didn't talk…"

"Tifa, he's not him you know, all men aren't like Clou-

"Aeris! I don't want to talk about it, Elena take me home, please." Tifa then turned to the window ignoring her two best friends.

Cloud Strife, Tifa's ex, aspiring actor and asshole, ever since that night, she found out that he was just acting as if they were a couple, just because she was close to Barret Wallace, who happened to be the publicist to a few of Hollywood's heavy weights. At that time, Aeris Gainsborough and Elena were there to comfort her, since graduating out of Harvard, the three of have been as thick as thieves.

Even though the three of them were highly qualified, they still decided to work at Shinra Entertainment, Aeris Gainsborough was the motherly and friendly one of the group, making her the perfect general secretary, while Elena was the sporty and energetic one, so she worked in the security department, and that left Tifa Lockhart, a knockout beauty, martial artist, and with the ability to gain anyone's trust with just her smile, she was the perfect PR.


"Take care of yourself Tifa, see you Monday!" called out Aeris as she and Elena drove away from the curb.

She then took out her keys and walked over to the glass door that read: Seventh Heaven Towers, unlocking the door she stepped into the air conditioned lobby and pressed the up button on the elevator.

"Hey there, Ms. Lockhart! I…I mean Good evening-

"It's alright Tony; and how many times do I have to tell you to call me Tifa? You have a good night okay?" She then gave the young security guard a disarming smile and entered the elevator.

Leaving the elevator, she made a right turn and headed to number 1064, before she could even open her own door, the door to apartment 1062 opened and out ran an eight year old girl wearing pink pajamas, said girl then collided into Tifa's legs and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"Marlene! What are you doing up this late?" said Tifa as she peeled the girl's arms off her legs and kneeled down so that she was at eye level to the her.

"I missed you and Denzel is being an asshole again."

Tifa smiled and shook her head at the language Marlene just used to describe the ten year old boy that was standing by the door scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "Marlene you know that you shouldn't use that kind of language, c'mon lets get you two back in bed, where's Amy?"

She then shuffled the two kids into the apartment, and closed the door behind her, as the three of them passed the sitting room, she saw Amy asleep on the sofa with her open textbooks around her. "C'mon let's go quietly."

Closing the door to the children's room, Tifa made her way over to the sitting room and began picking up textbooks and stacking them on the coffee table, turning to Amy she gently shook the sleeping student awake, "Amy, c'mon you can go now."

"Huh…Tifa? Oh my god, are the kids okay?! I swear I put them to bed earlier!"

"Calm down, I put them back in bed." Tifa then took a seat next to Amy

"Denzel was at it again huh?" said Amy with a knowing smile

"Yeah, I got to talk to Barret about the kind of language he uses around those two."

"I don't think that will really do anything, but anyways I gotta go, I've go a twenty page thesis to work on, can you tell Barret that I won't be available next week?" said Amy as she packed her bag with five hardcover texts.

"Sure, a twenty page thesis…What are you working on? A Psychoanalysis of the Male mind?" laughed Tifa

"Ha ha, not quite, but it's an analysis of the amount of romance found in relationships and whether or not there is any correlation with how long the couple has been together. Anyways, can you lock up Teef?" Amy then lugged up her bag and headed towards the door.

"Wow…Oh sure; I was just going to head back anyways."

As Tifa locked the apartment door, Amy headed towards the elevator, bumping into Barret along the way.

Just as Tifa was going to open her door, for the second time today, somebody stopped her, "Teef!"

Turning around at the call of her name, Tifa's eyes widened in surprise, "Barret!"

"Hey, I heard from Amy, thanks for watchin' out for my little Marlene and Denzel, you're an angel." Stepping towards her, he gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Barret, you know it's no problem for me, anyways I'm going to hit the sack, goodnight." Tifa then returned Barret's previous gesture and headed into her apartment before anyone else could stop her.


"Crescent and Associates, how may I help you?"

"Hello…Doris is that you?"

"Vincent? Oh Vincent Valentine, how are you dear? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"I'm fine, is Seph there?"

"Right, right, um…can you hold for a second dear?"

"Sure."

"Hello?"

"Seph, it's me."

"What's up?"

"What's the number to your tailor and optometrist?"

"What are you playing at Vincent? You don't need glasses, AND before you complain I have them for appearances."

"Seph, just give me the damn numbers."

"No, is Reno with you?"

"Yeah, hey! Give me-YO SEPH MAN!"

"Seph? Sephiroth, dude you there?"

"…yeah, Reno, what is he up to?"

"Honestly I don't know, he's been acting funny, I think you should come and see him."

"It's that 'real life' thing isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think so, you'd better be here quick." click

Looking at his phone as if it just grew a head and started singing 'I feel Pretty', Sephiroth slowly placed it back into the cradle and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He then grabbed his coat and keys and headed out of his office.

"Mr. Cres-

"Take the day off Doris." said Sephiroth without a glance back at his stunned secretary.

Hurrying to his private elevator, he pressed the down button impatiently, when Reno started sounding serious on the phone, he had cause to worry, as Reno was rarely ever serious.


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