A/N: Chapter Two of my SOW trailer:-D Please R/R and let me know what you think!
Suggested Listening: "Dip it Low" – Christina Milian
Chapter Two: Dip it Low, Pick it up Slow
Hisana's heels clacked on the hard marble floors of the massive office building sprawling sixty stories above her head. Eyes turned and stared at her, dressed simply, but by all means, dressed to kill. She had never understood how she could let Ichigo boss her around like that, but ever since grade school, she'd never been able to tell him no.
It might have been that she was half in love with him -- half in love with his arrogant, undefeatable attitude, and his amazing good looks. It was jealousy that had driven her to take another job with his firm after he began to seduce her sister. She knew that he was pushing her buttons, making her come back to him, and now she did, and he just sent her away as usual, all of her troubles left for nothing.
A suave looking business man waited for her at the golden gild elevator after she passed through security and the turnstiles that allowed her into the building. A pair of Rayban sunglasses hid his eyes, and his wild red hair was pulled back into a spiky pony tail.
"Miss Hisana, I presume?" He said, suavely, removing his sunglasses, his unbuttoned shirt revealing a tanned and toned chest, with several wild tattoos exposed above his collar. If he was any indication of what she had to expect at Kuchiki Industries, she was already appalled by their lack of business etiquette.
"I am, and with whom am I speaking?" she replied, pulling her own oversized aviators off of her forehead and dropping them nonchalantly into her Balenciaga "it" bag, its blue leather shining in the sunlight from a dozen twenty foot tall windows behind her.
"Name's Abarai Renji, I'm the Vice President of Kuchiki Industries."
"What is the Vice-President doing downstairs to meet a new lawyer for your firm? I would find that a little out of the ordinary." She quipped, her eyes glancing downward at his vibrant pinstripe suit and out of the ordinary orange shirt, sans tie.
"None of your business." He said in return, extending his hand in greeting.
She shook it warily. Any assignment of Ichigo's was bound to get her into trouble, especially if it involved someone on the "inside". He walked her towards the elevator, speaking as he went.
"As you know, when we received your resume we were quite impressed with your former jobs and references, Miss Hisana."
"They are meant to be impressive." She replied, dully, her eyes watching as the glass elevator rose up the center of the building.
Ignoring her jibe, Renji continued, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "Do you even know what we do? You took this job without even setting up a formal interview, you know." He asked, his hands coming to rest in his pockets.
"I know exactly what Kuchiki Industries is. It's a faux company, covering up an undercover oil industry that's been bumping up the market prices of ethanol to keep fossil fuels in competition, giving its CEO's massive profits while driving market prices on oil to an all time low, you guys even have OPEC scrambling right now."
Renji slid his sunglasses back on, to hide his astonished expression, laughing nervously.
"I'm not the top Business Law attorney in the state for nothing, Mr. Abarai, I've been keeping tabs on Kuchiki Industries from the moment you incorporated yourselves."
The elevator "dinged" as they reached the top floor, the penthouse office suite opening up in front of them.
"We own the top three floors of this building." Renji explained, slightly abashed at Hisana's take on the situation. There are two offices up here, mainly, my half is for management purposes only. As well as being Vice President, I also maintain the media-imaging and coverage on Kuchiki Industries completely with the help of my staff."
He nodded to a well dressed young man at the counter, a wild looking fellow with "69" tattooed on his face. "This is Hisagi Shuhei, he's our editor in chief of our own propaganda machine that we recently instated to help us get more money from the government."
"Nice to meet you" Hisana grimaced, shaking hands with Shuhei.
"And this is my research coordinator, Hitsugaya Toushiro."
Hisana stared at the young man sitting in the chair before her, glasses low on his face, his frighteningly platinum white hair gelled up into a faux-hawk, his ice blue eyes staring at her.
"How old are you?" she demanded, glancing at him up and down.
"Seventeen, you gotta problem?" he replied, his voice deep.
"You can't even sign your own release forms!" she shrieked. "This is child labor."
"Listen hun," Hitsugaya said, "Lemme splain." His accent was a mix of well-brought-up-higher-than-thou-isms and a Bronx drawl, indicating that despite his airs, he was from a poor family. "I graduated from Harvard Law when I was fourteen, and I have an IQ of 225, gotta problem with that? Seeing as I have no parental guardians, release forms aren't even a problem." He dropped the stack of papers he was working on on his desk and pushed his glasses back up, one eyebrow cocked at her. "Who is this anyway, Abarai?"
"This is our new Business Law Attorney, Hisana." Renji replied, tugging on Hisana's arm as he walked her across the hardwood hallway to the other side of the upper floor. "This is our CEO's office. He personally handles all financial affairs, and you're going to be something like his secretary."
"Excuse me?" Hisana replied, her voice mildly irritated, "I am not a secretary Mr. Abarai."
"I didn't mean it like that!" he hurriedly explained, glad he had left his sunglasses on so she wouldn't see his panicked expression. "You're just going to be double-checking all of his figures. Even if we're scandalously mis-representing the market, which I'm sure puts your panties in a twist, we're not inflating it. All the money we use is real and bonified, backed by gold."
"And where does this money come from?" Hisana snorted, her hands tightening on her briefcase.
"It comes from my family." Another voice interrupted. "Abarai, seriously, must you make so much noise outside of my office? I'm trying to concentrate."
Renji gulped and turned to face his CEO, Kuchiki Byakuya, standing coolly in a white dress shirt and deep green tie, his hair cut short and slicked back from his face, a pair of casual dress pants on his waist, expensive cufflinks holding his shirt sleeves closed as he placed his hands in his pockets, black shoes shining.
"If you didn't know, Miss Hisana" he said with a smirk, "My family comes from old money."
"Oh, is that so?" she asked, airily. "I hope you've got your paperwork in order Mr. Kuchiki." She said, a mild snarl in her voice.
"Oh, I assure you" he said, a grin on his face, "I do. Please, why don't you come with me and we'll talk over the logistics of your job?"
Hisana growled under her breath as he glanced at her up and down, looking at her as if she was a piece of meat. "I think you'll do just fine." He purred, his hand reaching out to take her briefcase from her, his fingers sliding on the smooth skin of her barely exposed thigh.
"I think I am quite capable of doing that myself Mr. Kuchiki." She snapped, jerking away from him.
"I'm sure you are." He smirked again, gesturing her towards his office. "But please, call me Byakuya, Mr. Kuchiki sounds so…formal."
A/N: I left the names in their Japanese order "Kuchiki Byakuya" etc, in most circumstances because it sounds weird to me to flip them around. So it's just quirk of the world. Please R/R!
He
says he wants you, he says he needs you Dip it low
It's real talk, then why
not make him wait for you
If he really wants you, if he really
needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him
out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really, really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him
good
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to make your man say "Oh!"
Dip it
low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like
your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thing
I'ma show you how to
make your man say "Oh!"
