Déchiré
He was cold, arrogant and indifferent. She was kind, sweet and clumsy. Both of them, with secrets of their past.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Story.. maybe. I don't know. So many people have written stories. Any two may bear resemblance to each other. So yea, can't vouch on that.
He glanced down at the culprit. At the same time, the fallen looked up. Emerald clashed with amber. "YOU?!"
XXX
"I tried to tell you, boss…" the nice lady was interrupted by a strong hand held up.
"Nobody tries to tell the boss," Li Syaoran, famous and the youngest successful businessman in Hong Kong stressed on the second word. "They either do it or they don't. And apparently you didn't."
After the nice lady left, Sakura spoke up, "That was pretty much uncalled for, especially for such a successful young boss like you." Then muttering to herself, "By the time you're 40, you'll probably only have the animals and plants as your friends."
To her misfortune, or rather, to his excellent sense of hearing, the temperature of the place continued to rise.
"Now, who in a sound mind would want to hire someone like you?"
"Anyone hot, young, smart and sexy," Sakura replied breezily to which the young man face's expression reacted to by turning darker. "And the last time I checked, I was already a confirmed employee in this place."
"Not if I can help it," he answered.
"Alright, if you really want to know why someone would hire me… that's because I'm confident, easy-going, smart, talented, bold and very good with people," Sakura stated, nodding her head at the last characteristic.
"Your people skills have impressed me so far," he muttered sarcastically to which Sakura beamed and nodded in agreement. "But that does not mean I will want to hire-"
The nice lady burst into the room, "Boss, there's been a crisis. Someone leaked an inside source, and our stocks will start to plummet in a couple of hours if we don't do something quick."
Immediately, the sarcastic side of her new boss disappeared and in place, a very quick-thinking, efficient and intelligent boss emerged. "Alright, get Steffi down to do the number work, John should start on the tracking, you can start keying in the data, and you," Syaoran diverted his attention towards the bored-looking Sakura on the couch, "go home."
"But-" Sakura tried to protest.
"Sir! Steffi's not in today," the nice lady informed him, her brows furrowed in seriousness.
Sakura sighed loudly and got off the chair, "Let the expert handle it."
Syaoran was going to shout at her for taking matters into her own hands but the nice lady was already leading her to a computer with stacks of paper piled next to it.
"I'll have to deal with her later."
XXX
"That was a quick save, Boss," the staff commended their talented boss for his brilliant plan. They had survived the crisis, for now.
As the others slowly left the room, the nice lady asked, "Sir, what do we do with the new girl? Do we leave her on the desk she's currently on or put her in the room next to yours?"
The headache that had left Syaoran immediately came back, full force. "I'll attend to that personally."
XXX
"Aww, damn it! I almost got that son of a turkey," Sakura mumbled angrily as she viciously hit the buttons while her sword lashed out at her opponents. "Just a bit more, just a bit more…" A couple of seconds later, her slim hands left the keyboard she shot them up in the air, letting out a cry of victory, "YESSSS!!!"
Behind her, someone cleared her throat.
"Did you see that? Did you see that?" Sakura exclaimed as she swung her chair around to look at the person. Once round, the excitement in her voice faltered, "Oh, you. I guess you wouldn't share the joy of me succeeding in beating the Mafia Boss." Syaoran's face remained unchanged. "Alright, if you don't mind, I'll be moving on to Stage Five."
Before Sakura could turn her chair back to face the monitor, a large warm hand shot out and grabbed her wrists. Pulling her off the chair, he dragged her into his office, pushing her into the nearest chair and slamming the door in the process.
"Not a fan amongst the girls, eh?" Sakura remarked as she rubbed her wrist which was red from the pulling. "You better have a good reason for making me leave my game mid-way."
Syaoran tried to remain calm, "What are you still doing here? I told you to go home."
Sakura let out a small snort, "and leave you to deal with the numbers alone?! Please! You probably don't even know how to use a calculator."
"Numbers? What numbers?" He glanced down at the nicely-tabulated records he received an hour ago. "These?! You did all these?" Rubbing his temples, he fell back onto his own chair and picked up a folder, "Let's look at your resume again, shall we?"
XXX
"For the millionth time… I am Japanese who happens to be able to speak Cantonese very fluently. And yes, this is my first job. No, I've never been to university." Sakura droned before realization hit her, "Wait a minute, are you commending me? For being a smart girl?"
Syaoran was about to blurt out a sarcastic comment but Sakura cut him, "Alright, alright. So, do I get the job?"
Clearing his throat, Syaoran stated, "I expect my employees to be in before me and you'll work overtime when I say you will."
Sakura beamed, "Yay, now I can go home to chill out. See you around!"
"What are you doing? You just got your job and you want to go home?!" Syaoran said, incredulousness evident in his tone.
"You can't stop me! Besides, I'm exhausted after playing a humongous part in saving the company," Sakura smiled and headed towards the door.
"And for your information, I do know how to use a bloody calculator."
Sakura smirked, "Alright, if you say so."
XXX
Meanwhile, in a rich part of Tokyo, Japan.
"What do you mean that my daughter ran away?!" her eyes turned menacing as she glared at her house servant. "She's been away for two months and now, you tell me!" Enraged, she picked up a nearby vase and flung it against the wall.
"You will find her."
So, the scenario now: Sakura runs away from her home, Japan and stays with Tomoyo and Eriol in Hong Kong.
Sakura's age: 21.
Syaoran's age: 28.