Chapter 3
By ZebraBow
Authors Note: So, I am back from a long hiatus. Hopefully some of you are still reading this story. I am currently writing a Harry Potter ff. This story will have regular updates from now on!
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From: S. Haruno
To: I. Yamanaka
Subject: Why are guys such jerks?
I am so jealous that you are engaged. Ok, maybe not that much since you did make me maid of honor. (Did I tell you that I love you for doing that? I had a long time bet with Temari about which one of us you would pick to be your maid of honor.)
I am totally getting off topic. So, this morning while I was running totally late – which was Naruto's fault, honestly what does Hanta see in him – I ran into the front lobby in a blur. I was in a rush because I have some mysterious job that Mr. Uchiha assigned to me which by the way I'm still waiting on. I mean, I should have already received an email about what I have to type up.
Back to my original topic: So, I run into this guy. He was smoking hot – like Adonis beautiful. I am all flustered and spluttering when I realize that the jerk is looking up my skirt. I know that my outfit is a little inappropriate for the workplace, but Naruto ruined my original outfit (don't get me started on that topic).
The prick continues to look up my skirt and I was so angry and embarrassed – mainly due to the fact that I was wearing really unattractive white panties, you know like the ones we wore in junior high.
So, I totally yelled at me him and called him some inappropriate names. It felt good telling him off, but it was an empowering moment for women everywhere. Honestly, we live in Konoha. Isn't the male to female ratio like three to one? So, why can't I find an amazing guy like you did? I swear, all the good ones are gay, married, or in your case engaged.
From: I. Yamanaka
To: S. Haruno
Subject: Re: Why are guys such jerks?
Oh sweetie, you'll find your prince charming. And you would find him faster if you let me hook you with one of my buddies from marketing. There are so many good looking guys in marketing and it's totally true that it's a male dominant field.
And, honestly some guys are pigs. I heard that Itachi Uchiha was looking for you about your new job (isn't he such a hottie)! You get all of the fun assignments while I'm stuck sorting through contracts all day.
From: S. Haruno
To: I. Yamanaka
Subject: My new job
I am going to be the secretary for the ever so elusive Sasuke Uchiha. I haven't even seen him yet, but Temari said that she knows a girl who knows the girl who cuts his hair and he is apparently quite the Greek God. Boo-yah! So ciao babe, I have to clear out my cubicle and go to my new OFFICE (yes, you read that correctly; I get my own office – please feel free to simper in jealousy just about now) and I am already running late.
P.S. I would never ever in a million years date one of those losers from marketing. It's like they took a lesson on how to piss of all women. Isn't it enough that I get Kiba hitting on me every morning during my coffee run?
P.P.S. Itachi Uchiha is a married man. And you young lady, is a (almost) married woman. Therefore, it would never happen – even if he is a solid 12.3 on the hotness scale. Keioka has him wrapped around her little finger.
Under a table. Trying to not have a panic attack.
My dear, sweet diary. I hope you like being owned by a soon to be unemployed woman who will most probably end up homeless as soon as her (smoking hot) boss is done firing her – because lets face it – who in their right mind would hire me after the great Sasuke Uchiha is done totally tearing me a new one. The Sasuke Uchiha that owns a major portion of the corporation where I worked since graduating from college. The Sasuke Uchiha that I called a jerk along with some other lovely names this very morning.
Oh, how I wish I could crawl under a rock and just die. Or maybe manage to find a working time machine and go back to the past and prevent today from ever happening.
So, why am I hiding underneath a table? I walk into my new office all cool and totally indifferent even though I was freaking out on the inside. I placed my box of things on the table inside the room with the plaque outside that said, "Sakura Haruno Senior Secretary". It soon will say "Sakura Haruno Stupid Individual". I just had begun to organize my things when the boss man called me into his office. I walked in looking all official and prepared with an explanation on why I was two hours late. He swiveled his chair around and faced me. I almost had a heart attack.
There sitting in the chair was the guy that I yelled at – you know the one that looked up my skirt. He didn't seem that surprised at seeing me. I tried to pull down my skirt down a little just to make it seem longer than the length it actually was. He raised one of his perfectly manicured eyebrows at me and started to speak, "Ms. Haruno –"
And before he finished, I hightailed it out of there. I knew what was coming next would most probably be: you are fired. And just because I didn't know anyone on this floor, I decided to hide under this table. I'll just wait for him to leave then I'll crawl my way out of this office, leave this building, move to another country and assume a new identity. I could manage starting a new life right?
From: S. Uchiha
To: I. Uchiha
Subject: Sakura Haruno
Is hiding under her table? What should I do?
From: I. Uchiha
To: S. Uchiha
Subject: Not my problem
See subject.
P.S. I've added the official employee dress code regulations as an attachment. I'm sure you saw what she was wearing today. Maybe I can convince Keioka to dress like that to work.
From: S. Uchiha
To: I. Uchiha
Subject: You sick bastard
See subject.
From: S. Uchiha
To: F. Uchiha
Subject: New Secretary
I need another secretary. I don't think this one can handle working for me.
From: F. Uchiha
To: S. Uchiha
Subject: Re: New Secretary
Don't forget what I told you before. It still applies. One tear from her and you will be the one looking for the new job.
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Authors Note: Obviously, my writing style has become a little different – it's been four years. Hope you like it. Review!