I have actually finished chapter two... It was suppose to be finished days ago but I fell asleep randomly due to amount of work and issues I had.

But now I'm fine and back on.

Enter Max Tate! I have thrown in humor into this, I hope it is the right kind of humor.

Enjoy this poorly written story!

Blazy~


Shoes and coat were thrown off as Tala made his way though the front door and into the living room. He whistled absentmindedly, passing the couch and TV set, where hundreds of Bryan's X-Box games lay. Halo, Halo reach, Left 4 dead, C.O.D Black Ops and countless games of violent destruction were piled up and occupied their living space. Tala shook his head and mentally noted to himself on reminding Bryan once again, to clean up his shit after he's finished. Or at least, turn the bloody consul off! There goes the electricity bill…

He quickly skimmed through the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water whilst proceeding upstairs to his bedroom. There his crappy old laptop lay, charging peacefully but loudly on his bed.

Stupid hunk of metal.

Tala threw his keys onto the desk and flopped down on his messy, still unmade bed, opening the screen lid and proceeding to his email account. Tala tapped impatiently against the track pad and growled as the old thing desperately tried to not freeze during the simple task of calculating and processing of a website. So far so good, as he scrolled down his inbox in search of one particular letter that may change his life, for better or for worse. But that doesn't matter right now. He just needed to find it first.

Advertisements.

Facebook notifications of "you are missing out on your friend's updates."

Grandmother.

More advertisements. It's now telling Tala to sign up for more spam.

Other website notifications.

Confirmation Letter H. Enterprise.

Ah, there it is.

Tala clicked the little icon and his screen loaded with the information.

Dear Mr. Tala (Yuriy) Ivanov,

Thank you for applying. (Technically, he didn't. Bryan did.)

We are pleased to welcome you with a position here as general secretary, the President's first hand assistant.

You will be provided further information after your arrival to Tokyo, Japan by next week Monday. Everything will be provided and specified then.

Airplane tickets will be included. Please clickhere to accept offer or decline.

Once again, thank you for your cooperation. We hope to see you soon.

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Hiwatari Enterprise

Head office

Tokyo, Japan.

Next Monday?! Today is Friday! There's barely 3 days left! Talk about short time notice… Tala clicked the link to accept, transferring to the company's site where he needed to fill out his personal details.

Thank goodness they did not ask him any of those silly interview questions the other stores/shops bombarded him with. Probably due to the fact that Bryan answered for him in place, and also this wasn't a little store/shop. It was a proper company, properly international, properly professional. Tala was starting to look somewhat forward to this. Maybe he'll actually get a life after all.

But it still doesn't give Bryan the right to invade and make his own decisions. Even if it was ideal.

Also, the name Hiwatari kept reminiscing in Tala's head. Something sounds so familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It's a bit frustrating. He also wondered what the boss would be like, perhaps a middle- aged man with a mustache and an old crisp suit, who shouts in Japanese and gets a veiny anger mark whenever he does so? Or one of those who seem not to be even there in the company, unless a meeting was held. Then he will emerge from his abyss. Or those overly extremely nice but creepy polite bosses that seem to be the rage in Japan? Or an ugly old fart that… Farts.

Maybe he is over thinking all of this. Whomever his new boss may be, they were nice enough to offer him any position at such a high ranked company. In fact, it seemed like somewhat of a miracle to make it this far. Tala had never had the grades or the interest to be anywhere like that. Let alone apply and get accepted. Guess this day's not so bad after all.

Tala finished the information page and clicked next. He filled out his passport details and visa for Japan. Since it's company paid, it was quite easy and fast. Lastly, he read the contract and accepted. It is now complete. He will be officially arriving in Japan by Monday and he can start his life over again. And hopefully this time it will last.

Satisfied, Tala closed his laptop and started to pack.

It is now Monday morning and there are several things that went wrong during that time. First, Tala does not have formal suits or anything well tailored for that matter, secondly, he had just realized he never received the plane tickets, and has to be in the airport in the next 2 hours. Lastly, he couldn't find his passport. He had looked everywhere, from under the bed to even Bryan's closet, and still no sign of it. This is making him wanting to pull his hair out. He had had it just a few days ago, now it magically disappeared. Just like that. As the passport states you must guard your life with it, Tala certainly isn't doing a good job of that. Furthermore, he needs to leave in the next 15 minutes or loose the one and only chance of getting a life.

Shit happens.

The redhead sighed and hung his head in defeat. He muttered a curse under his breath, to ease the stress. Tala rubbed his face with his hands and proceeded to unpack everything. He took out his laptop from his case and opened it, revealing what was lost all along.

His passport!

Beaming, Tala grabbed it and gave it an awkward kiss, then realizing how disgusting it was to do so, for as many people have touched it. But that doesn't matter. He found the sacred document to all his troubles. Fuck the plane tickets surely he can make some arrangements at the airport? Shrugging, Tala repacked his laptop and got his suitcase, threw on his coat and made his way to the airport.

Tala liked planes, but hated the airport with a passion for homicide. People. Everywhere. Children. Tala hated children. At least the ones in the airport who were crying about something unnecessary, such as wanting to go relieve themselves or craving for attention. That's what all kids want and do. At least in Tala's eyes they do.

Dodging said children and people, the redhead made his way towards the nearest serving check in counter. This time he had his passport in his hands. Not laptop.

"Hello, may I help you sir?" The attractive lady at the counter asked politely, in a well-rehearsed tone.

"Yes, the flight to Tokyo at 10:30 am please?" Tala handed the lady his passport, who accepted it with a smile.

"That's right, Mr. Tala Ivanov, you have a booked flight from Moscow to Tokyo at 10:30 am to 7:00 pm Moscow time?"

"Um, yes?"

"Well then, it seems to be in order. Your private jet will be waiting for you at your destined terminal." The lady handed him back his passport and a printed ticket. "Have a nice flight."

Wait.

Private jet?!

No way. No fucking way.

This is too cool. How classy can this company get?

Tala smirked to himself and proceeded to find his terminal, thinking wonderful thoughts of luxurious service given to him during the flight. All the nice food and a comfortable seat, with a nice view out the window. When he entered the jet the airhostesses greeted him in a traditional Japanese way, immediately getting the first class treatment that many dream of. One of the airhostesses helped him out of his coat, one with the suitcase, the other handing him a nice warm towel. Of course, all of this was paid by the company no way in hell could Tala himself afford such luxurious absurdity.

While Tala was being pampered by the super friendly Japanese ladies, he looked out the window as the plane was taking off. Smoothly, gracefully, but with power. Watching the ground and streets slowly grow smaller and eventually disappear, replaced by the never ending horizon of wispy white clouds and blue toned sky, complimented with the radiant shine of the morning sun. It felt like heaven, relaxing and beautiful. For the first time in many months, Tala found him self slowly drifting off peacefully to the world of sleep.

By the time he woke up the plane was already landing. Great. He didn't even get to watch any cool movies or eat oriental Japanese food. Oh well, at least he got some sleep, some good sleep that he haven't had in such a long time. Now he should be energized and ready to present himself to his new boss. The plane eventually landed solidly and the airhostesses helped the redhead with his luggage and coat, once the plane fully came to a stop, waving goodbye, Tala walked out and down the aisle portal into the Tokyo airport.

Pass the corridor and pass the check out, Tala walked out of the exit, meeting up with many of the passengers that were also pushing past each other to meet their friends, family etc. Tala was alone, and he did not know whom he was supposed to meet. Guess he should start looking for nametags the people were holding to find his name on it huh. Tala's work was cut out for him as he heard someone shout his name.

Or rather, his other name his parents called him.

"Yuriy! Mr. Yuriy Ivanov? Are you there?"

Tala turned his head towards the direction of the voice, and came to face a rather trouble faced boy, or young man with a head full of radiant blonde hair. The young man was also holding a sign up- a massive sign up, bigger and more vibrant than any other signs around it. If signs had feelings, they'd be quite jealous at the amount of attention the said sign was receiving. On the sign written in 3 languages of English Russian and Japanese, it said Yuryi Ivanov. It was written in gigantic bold letters in sharpie, and beside the letters in the corner was a poorly drawn picture of Tala's face, also drawn in sharpie.

Blinking, Tala approached the almost hysterical Blonde, who was still waving the sign like a white flag.

"Uh, excuse me, I'm Yuryi Ivanov." Tala gave a weak smile.

The young man turned and his face brightened almost instantly.

"OH! Alright, okay! Awesome! Hello, I'm Max Tate! Nice to meet you Mr. Yuryi Ivanov!" Max finally dropped the sign and grabbed Tala's hand, shaking it with ultimate enthusiasm and force.

"I prefer Tala. Tala Ivanov." Tala politely replied and rubbed his arm slowly, as Max had abused it with so called handshake.

"Oh right! I'm so sorry Mr. Tala Ivanov! Anyways, I am suppose to pick you up and introduce you to such and such… Here, let me carry your suitcase!" Once again, Max grabbed and invaded his personal space, without his permission to do so.

"It's okay, I can hang onto that."

"No! It is my duty!"

Right.

There is no reasoning with this guy.

Tala sighed and followed Max out of the airport and outside, where a limo greeted them with its shiny black reflection. The driver came out and put his suitcase into the trunk, while Max and Tala got in the backseats. As they drove towards the designated hotel, Max began to explain everything to Tala.

"Okay, so first, we will drop off your things at the Hotel, then we will go to the company where you can meet everyone and especially the President because you're his secretary and it's required to do so, and then we will have lunch, and then get to know the office and your off for today! Oh yeah, have I mentioned you will have to wait for your apartment, because it has not been renovated completely yet? Any questions?"

Too much information.

"No..."

"Good! Now let's go over-"

"Wait, can I just stop you right there?" Tala was getting a migraine from this.

"Yeah?"

"Nah, I just wanted to stop you."

"Well anyways! Let's go over the time schedule again!"

There is absolutely no reasoning with this guy.

Once they were out of the car and checked into the Five Star Hotel that Tala would be staying for the night, Max helped him sort his room out and unpack everything, yes everything. From laptop to documents to underwear, everything.

All Tala can do was watch Max tear through his things, energetically and enthusiastically. Tala found it funny how Max could do anything with a zing, usually it would piss him off if anyone went through his things like that.

After all the unpacking and re arranging, Max had proven himself to be useful and managed to do it in record time. And neatly organized as well. During that time he explained to Tala that he was the secretary's assistant, meaning Tala's assistant. And among other secretaries from different departments as well.

Now that everything's settled for the day, it was time to meet his new boss.

New boss.

Old friend.

Little did he know that.


Tala's memory must be very bad, considering he had forgotten such a hottie? Not forgotten but... You know what I mean.

Some of Tala's secrets will be revealed in the next chapter, all related to President Hiwatari ;)

Now I am excited as well. ."