Here's my second chapter! I hope you enjoy this one :) It's like 3:40 AM in the morning here, so I apologize if it may seem jumpy. I will fix those parts when I figure out a better way of putting it together. Oh yes, this part is about Rufus...So I used the very last part of the conversation between TifaxRufus in Cerulean Cinnamon but I added my own flair to it. Christie Cookie allowed me to continue on her fan fic The pager and the proposition, so I didn't steal it. Anyways, the converstion that ended that chapter seemed like a good chapter starter since we're looking at how Rufus is taking it all in!

Disclaimer: I'm just a teenager looking for a source of fun and entertainment, not to mention a challenge. That being said, NO MONEY IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS.

Chapter 2: Contemplations & Endless paperwork

Rufus watched the former bartender leave with the rest of the Turks. The sudden curiosity for one of his Turks irked him a little, like an itch you couldn't scratch. But the sudden change of heart in an ex-AVALANCHE member isn't a fact to overlook, considering she is now working for him. Yes, definately now that Tifa is working for him. Rufus needed to know an answer; he always got one, one way or another. Just as Tifa was about to exit the room, Rufus called her.

"Yes?" She came back over to the desk, a faint smile present on her face.

"I never did ask you why you decided to join the Turks." He sat down in his black chair, leaning back with his left leg over his right.

Tifa sighed. "It's a long story, sir. May I tell you about it sometime this weekend?"

"I look forward to it," Rufus leaned forward, placing his forearms on his desk. "I like to get well acquainted with my Turks, as I trust them with my life."

"That's understandable sir. Will that be all?" The brunette inquired.

"Yes, thank you."

As Tifa made her way to the door, Rufus softly called her name.

"Hmm?" she hummed.

Rufus wanted to ask her if her joining the Turks had anything to do with Cloud, but thought against it. I'll get answers soon enough this coming weekend.

"I'm glad you're with us," he stated.

Tifa looked back, dark wine clashed with an icy blue. His gaze held her to the spot for a few seconds before he faintly heard her whisper a response.

"So am I."

Tifa opened the door and quietly closed it after her. Hmm, this will be interesting with an ex-AVALANCHE member working for me. What forced Tifa to take such desperate measures? Rufus mused. He shook it out of his mind; he didn't need to think over such non-trivial things such as that right now. With a satisfied cluck of his tongue, he dove back into his mount of paperwork.

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Words blurred together as he continued to read and sign, in what seemed to be endless amounts of paperwork. A soft knock brought him out of his trance. "Come in," Rufus called out, not looking up. Long and steady elegant footfalls made their way up to his desk, he didn't need to see the person who approached him for he already knew who it was.

"I gave her the basic protocols about the conference, but are you sure she will be sufficient, sir?" the Turk director asked.

"Tseng, I have full confidence that Tifa is quite capable of doing the job. She may be a rookie by Turk standards but she was part of AVALANCHE, making her a formidable ally and friend to this company." Rufus stopped attending to his work and looked directly into the Wutian's eyes. "I have faith in her but…" he trailed off, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"What sir?" Tseng's eyebrow rose in question.

The young president swiveled around his chair and got up towards the large window, hands clasped behind his back.

"I'm interested in why someone such as Tifa would willingly join the Turks, considering our...past history. Has she mentioned any miscellaneous information to the others?"

"Not that I'm aware of, sir. I can find out if you wish." Tseng offered.

"No, that's not necessary. I thank you for the offer, though." Rufus continued to stare out the large window pane before him. All in due time he contemplated.

"If I may sir, why are you so interested in Tifa?"

"I am curious about her sudden change of heart, someone forced her to make a decision. Tifa isn't the one to rush into her former enemies arms, I'm intrigued with what drove her to such desperate measures." He chuckled darkly. "How becoming of me, I should be overjoyed for someone such as Tifa to join the Turks, but I need to make sure she's one-hundred percent committed. I don't need her emotions making her weak, or else she is useless to me." He narrowed his cold, icy blue eyes at his reflection.

"I see," Tseng paused. "Perhaps I suggest some rest in the mean time."

The young blonde let out a half-hearted chuckle, he turned to face the Wutian Turk.

"True that I do need the sleep but these papers don't sign themselves as much as I would like them too," with a couple well placed steps he sat in his grand chair and spun around to observe the mound before him. "I have to finish these or else Reeve won't get off my back after tomorrow's meeting. You know how he is when he doesn't get an answer."

Tseng laughed lightly. "Reeve certainly knows how to grate one's nerves."

"Hmm, I'm glad my suffering causes you pleasure, although," Rufus paused for a second. "It should be the other way around." He smirked.

A small smile crept upon the corners of Tseng's lips, he bowed slightly.

"Good night, Rufus."

"You as well, Tseng." He nodded.

With that said, the Turk silently left, leaving the young president alone. He looked at the remaining stacks of paper that needed to be read over and signed with his seal of approval. Rufus pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Another sleepless night he scowled distastefully. The blond hastily grabbed the nearest stack of papers to finish what he started earlier that evening.

A few hours of signing and re-reading the blasted sheets, he was finally finished. Rufus' exhausted gaze met the digital clocks face, the cyan numbers that read three twenty-one A.M was etched into his mind. No rest for the wicked he wryly thought. He stiffly trekked his way towards the nearest couch, flung his jacket off somewhere in the room and unceremoniously laid down. Fully knowing the rest of the suit was going to be further wrinkled in the morning; Rufus didn't care at that point. Any sleep is better than none. He closed his eyes and quickly drifted away into a dreamless slumber.

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