The function hall, as Hagiwara looked around, was not only filled with sophisticated tables, a simplistic stage but also camera crew. On the sides of complicated cameras were their broadcasters, such as FOX News, ABC World News and The Daily Show were plastered as if to show off that they were the only three News Shows that Riko Aida allowed into the Orphanage premises.

There were numerous cameras pointing in different angles: some pointing at the audience, the stage, doorway and some on the shoulders of camera men still.

As soon as everyone was settled, Riko opened the decorated doors of the function hall and the event began. Business men and women were escorted to their chairs, each of them dressed in their formal attire.

Hagiwara stood at the Akashi table, waiting for him to arrive. Everyone who passed her were amazed by her beauty, yet she did not pay attention to them. She was focused on the task at hand: to serve the well-known and feared Akashi Seijuro.

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Akashi Seijuro's POV

It was just another event that made my family look exceptional compared to others. Just a function that would advertise our company and encourage people to buy our products and services.

I didn't expect anyone to catch my eye.

But there stood the beautiful brunette beside my assigned table, her face oblivious to everything except the task at hand.

Her red-maroon dress nearly had me over the edge. Every curve outlined; her bust accentuated. Though, she didn't exaggerate it, unlike other females that I have met in my past 20 years of my life. It was utterly refreshing.

As I arrived towards my table, she bowed and greeted me in a polite manner.
"Master Akashi, I am Hagiwara Katsumi and I have been assigned as your personal waitress for the night."

Her stunning brown eyes refused to leave my he hetero-chromatic ones. She moved to make my seat comfortable for me and gestured for me to sit down; I did.

I thought about the conversations that I would be faced with and prepared them in a professional manner.

"Sir, I apologize for bothering you, but what do you wish for a drink? We have only the finest for the Akashi Heir."

She's good. Compliments at the right time yet it was subtle.

"Red Wine." I replied, only restricting myself to a few words at a time.

"Sir, I have for you here a 1970 Chateau Mouton Rothschild. Would that satisfy your request?" She questioned.

"Yes."

She bent over, one hand behind her back and the other pouring a glass of 1970 Chateau for me, in a wine flute.
Then she returned the bottle to the iced stand where it belonged and was carted away by another volunteer member.

Orphans created a band on the side of the stage while a young girl, around the age of 8, sang with childishness laced in her voice.

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RIKO AIDA POV

Riko Aida was in a state of emergency and stress. She had a whole line up of entertainment planned - which was entirely composed of her beloved orphans. But now her head orphan girl, Araki, fainted due to nervousness.

Who's going to replace her? I promised everyone 7 acts! What's going to happen to Masako-chan? How the hell are we going to pay for her if she goes to hospital!? People are not going to donate if it's 1 act shor-

"Aida, we're going to be fine. I'm sure that we can work something out can't we?"

"We have 5 minutes until the last act! We can't replace her last minute!" Riko exclaimed. She paced up and down the dressing room trying to tink with a straight head.

"Hagiwara can sing."

She stopped pacing and looked at her pink-haired lover. "Wait, what?"

"She sang while she was taking a shower earlier. She was really good as well."

"GET HER IN HERE NOW!"

A/N: I know it's short but I'm supposed to be revising...

21/06/16 - Okay, so I've just transferred alot of sht onto ... Might as well procrastinate on the essay that's due for tomorrow...

Hagiwara was sent into Riko's recording studio and as her boss wore a serious look on her face, she began to worry. She worried the worst of outcomes as numerous negative simulations overwrote each other in her head, each worse than the last. As each scenario worsened in her mind, she was guided through a series of corridors where they entered a room with a microphones and other musical recording equipment.

As she fiddled with her ruby painted nails, Riko was flicking through her numerous paperwork then looked at the nervous wreak in front of her.

"Hagiwara-san, we may have a problem..." The petite-brunette began...

"I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! Please-"

"Look, I'm not firing you or anything... It's just... Masako-chan was supposed to be doing the finale for the entertainment tonight, but she passed out... So, I was wondering if you could replace her!"

Her topaz-eyes widened. Her? Sing?

"Okay..."

Really shite but...