A Stroke of Luck

Here is the introduction of my O.C. Kinokiita by the the way means "smart". :)

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Deep breath. In, out. In, out.

On the twenty-first floor of the Kaiba Corp. building, in a plush reception room just outside the president's office, Avril Nelle clenched her armrests in an attempt to calm her mind before the interview. Why am I so nervous? She thought. This was nothing like her interview for her current part-time job at the club La Llave,where she had to memorize a skit in five minutes and improvise as best she could. The conservative chic mode of corporate culture shouldn't have intimated her. And like many people she had gotten this interview not only because she knew what she knew but because of who she knew--her Little Brother, Mokuba Kaiba.

Two years ago she got into the prestigious Kinokiita University and wanted to pursue a psychology major. The department had different programs, including the Big-Brother/Sister-Little Brother-Sister After-School Project, where college kids mentored kids in elementary and middle school. It was here she met then ten-year-old Mokuba, who was the smartest, funniest and sweetest kid she had ever met. Since then they had become very good friends--he even called her the best big sister he never had. Most of the kids at the After-School Project were from typical middle-class families, but Mokuba was not. He arrived to school every day in either a limo or some other luxury vehicle, and Avril was sure his mobile plan was higher than her rent. He often spoke of his brother Seto--a highly successful CEO--in fond terms, but Avril was a little troubled that she had never met this Seto in two years, and beneath Mokuba's worship she could tell that the two of them didn't hang around each other very much.

Last week, Avril was late to meet Mokuba at the program. "Sorry," she apologized to him. "I had to pick up a job application…"

"But you have a cool job already, don't you?" he asked.

"I need to get another one. My rent's getting really expensive."

Mokuba rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "My brother Seto needs someone who can teach him dance and be an escort." He saw her shocked expression and quickly added, "Not that kind of escort. You see, he's in public a lot and whenever we go to 'events'"--Mokuba made quotations with his fingers--"nowadays there's always time set aside to dance. He doesn't like it, but it helps his image and the corporation's image if he participates."

"I see. What kind of 'events' are these?"

"Charity dinners, award ceremonies, stuff like that." Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I have to come along. It sucks, 'cause they're boring."

Avril gave it skeptical consideration. It was only until Mokuba mentioned the figures--a very GOOD salary--that she was convinced. Pleased, he said he would talk to his brother about it and should be getting an interview soon.

"Excuse me, Ms. Nelle."

"Huh?" Avril looked at the secretary whose desk sat beside the portals leading into President Kaiba's office.

"The president will see you now."

"Uh, thank-you."

Deep breath. Avril stood up. Now she could walk past the portals with courage.