Editor's Note: It took me a LONG time to figure out what the surprise should be, the Syaoran way, so I put myself into the green boxers of my character and started to think... Yet to no avail. SIGH! Then one night (more specifically, the night before I started on this chappie), as I was about to doze off, it struck me like a bolt of lightning! Yay, so Chapter 4 was born. Tip to all authors-in-the-making: Sleepy time is the best time to catch the inspiration! Enjoy the show!

Chapter 4

As they stepped out the elevator on the 67th floor, Syaoran's cellphone rang.

"Good morning, Mr. Hakkado. This is Amy Jensen from Graite & Co. I am calling from the office of Melissa Sterling, the Chairperson. She would like to meet you in 30 minutes time."

"Two words, Miss Jensen. Jet. Lag."

"Mr. Hakkado, I'm afraid you do not comprehend." The secretary lowered her British-peppered voice to a barely audible volume. "If you defy Miss Sterling even in the most minor matters, she will not hesitate to call off this partnership."

Syaoran cursed under his breath. Sakura blushed. She thought it made him look sexy. (A/N: So do I giggles)

"Fine. Tell her we'll be there in 30 minutes."

He hung up furiously.

"Who was that?"

"The secretary to the Chairperson of Graite." Syaoran pulled Sakura towards the elevator. "We have to meet her urgently, she says."

"Whatever for?! We just got here! I need my beauty sleep!"

"I need mine too, or these eyebags of mine are gonna sag. Yet they want us there in 30 minutes, or the deal's off, and we'll get spankings from Eriol. We can't afford to tarry; their office is exactly 30 minutes drive from here."

The elevator doors slid open, and they both let out exasperated sighs as they plummeted down another 67 storeys.

Half an hour later, they were downtown, seated in a comfy couch in the VIP waiting room at Graite & Co.'s main office.

"Man, this is the life!" Syaoran exhaled, making himself too much at home. "If only we had offices like this."

"Mou, Hakkado-san, you're the one who designed it..." Sakura pulled on an act. "How could you let your poor CEO suffer in such adverse conditions, like the ones back in our office?" she pouted cutely, trailing a finger down Syaoran's thigh.

"Putting up a show, huh?" he whispered playfully into her ear. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Saks. You might get carried away doing what you think is just... Business."

Yet, despite himself, he felt a slight strain in his pants.

She grinned and her colour flushed a slight hue of pink. She lay her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"Yeah, but really... If only we had offices like this."

"Mr. Hakkado? Miss Ishin? The Chairperson will see you now." A tall woman had suddenly appeared through the door, and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her very sharp, pointed nose. She sounded like the Jensen manservant on the phone.

As they walked out of the room and into Melissa Sterling's office, the she muttered into the Chairperson's ear.

"Those two can't keep their hands to themselves."

"What do you know?" Sterling murmured, while flashing a smile at her two unsuspecting visitors. "Watch out for them. According to the tip-off, a pair of agents, nowhere near couples, were sent here to act lovey-dovey to foil Graite's plans."

"Yes, Ma'am." The loyal subordinate strutted out of the room.

"A very good morning, Miss Ishin," Sterling smiled at Sakura, a cold, unfeeling smile. Her eyes were frozen with deceit and her mind dripping with thoughts of utter malice.

"Good morning, Miss Sterling," Sakura greeted back.

"Oh, Melissa will do," she chuckled. A false, obligated chuckle. In fact, it seemed more like a snigger to Sakura. "And how do you do, Mr. Hakkado."

"Very well, thank you."

Sakura couldn't help but notice how Melissa's eyes were dark with seduction, throwing occasional glances at Syaoran and leaning forward so her breasts threatened to literally spill out of her low V-neck blouse. She was utterly disgusted.

"And Miss Ishin here is your assistant, I suppose?" Melissa questioned Syaoran, hardly even flitting her eyes to give 'Miss Ishin' due attention at all.

It was hard not to wonder just how Eriol could come up with such stupid cover names for them. For their first undercover mission, Eriol had dubbed Syaoran 'Rochatte Lee Fisher' and her 'Osaki Yuna'. Her name was perfectly fine. It sounded like a decent name anyone would have given their daughter.

But Rochatte Lee Fisher? Come on. Only fools would fall for such burlesque tricks. But, yeah, you had to admit, the people they were spying on were pretty much fools. Since they fell for the whole Fisher thing.

"... So how about it, Ren?" Melissa had a low, sultry tone to her voice now. She was twirling her hair here and there, the little golden-brown fringes covering her grey eyes.

"Oh no, you don't!" Sakura shot up, anger boiling in her head.

"Yuko -"

"Mr. Hakkado, I think we have a problem with understanding each other." Melissa stood up from her chair in fury, and walked over to the huge oak door. "I'm sorry, but I don't think this partnership is going to work out like you promised it would." She hurled a dagger-like glare at Sakura. "And all you have to blame is that little midget of yours." She pushed the door open.

"No, Miss Sterling, let's not have it this way," Syaoran reasoned with the short-tempered Chairperson. "I'd be more than happy to chip in what I have to for this partnership, to your every whim and fancy." He winked mischievously at the form in front of the oak door, and put on a smirk that made girls' hearts deliquesce even before their melting points.

"I... Take that as a guarantee." Melissa closed the oak door and sat down in her director's chair. "And I will not tolerate any further disturbances as from now. Mr. Hakkado, you do realise that your company is not the only one on my Pending Partnerships List, right?"

"Yes, certainly." Syaoran leaned forward, so that their faces were merely inches apart. "And in due time I will show you the reason why my company is the one you'll want to seal this deal with."

"Ooh, I like that," Melissa cooed. She reached out for him but he slinked back to his seat.

"Now, shall we sign the documents?"

"Do, let's," Melissa chirruped, her mood suddenly swerving to the other side of psycho street. "I'll need our dear Yuko to sign them too, as an eye-witness," Melissa looked at Sakura - for the first time since they met - and smiled.

A deceiving, scornful smile.

Once the papers were signed, the pair was in no hurry to stay and chat about diabolical plans, especially not with the likes of a frothing Sakura. She hastened Syaoran out of his chair and fumed out of the door.

"Have a good day," Syaoran waved, and Melissa glared at Sakura as she disappeared around the corner.

Syaoran was about to step out too when the Chairperson called out to him. "Ren, you forgot your coat."

He turned around, and seeing his coat hung carelessly over one of the chairs, he grinned meekly and walked back in.

When he had left the office, she fished out a tiny earpiece from her pocket, and muttered into a speaker.

"Get me security."

"This is our hotel room?" Sakura stated bluntly as her partner pushed the double doors open.

"Yep. Beautiful, ain't it? Double showers, a King-sized bed, a mini-bar, a 100-square-feet balcony extension, a sauna room, a gigantuan built-in closet AND two plasma TVs." Syaoran wandered into the bathroom. "Oh look, one of the shower heads can even vibrate!"

A slight hum could be heard from one of the bathrooms.

"Damn, you gotta try this out! Hey, Saks -"

"Cut it out!" Sakura rolled her eyes. "Are you really sure this is our hotel room?"

"Duh! Look, it even says here, 'To Mister Hakkado Ren and Miss Ishin Yuko, it is a pleasure to have you as our guests. Please make full use of the facilities we have to offer, which include various wine and tequila in the bar, the private laptop that has your username and password assigned to it, and, of course, the vibrating showerhead. It is our honour to invite you to a complementary all-you-can-eat buffet at the Chandelier this evening, as partially arranged by your company. Thank you for your patronage and we look forward to serving you. With great pleasure, the Management.' Damn, some connections our company has, eh?"

"NO! Will you just put away that vibrating shower head and LISTEN to me!" Sakura snatched the card from Syaoran and motioned to the room.

"Do you see any luggage in here?"

"No."

"Anything at all that belongs to us?"

"No."

"Then why are we here?! This room is obviously vacant! We have gotten the wrong room, baka Li!"

The Baka cringed. "Don't make the first ruin of our holiday be a remembrance of your brother."

"Fine, then tell me why we're here, if our luggage isn't."

"That's because," Syaoran stated as he grabbed his wallet, cellphone and the suite keys. "We're not staying here throughout the 'vacation', but just for one night." He looked at her and smirked. "Wait 'til you see where our luggage is now."

"Well, still, how can we survive one night without clothes to change into?!" Sakura shrieked. "What about my tampons? My tampons are in my luggage!"

"Relax, hun," Syaoran reached for her bag and passed it to her. "We're going shopping."

"Shopping?"

"Yeah. Downtown. Isn't that what you women do best?" He opened the door and ushered Sakura out. "Hey, um... I'm reallyreallyreally sorry about Reira. I swear I didn't know... I mean, I was so madly in love with her that when the jocks told me she was cheating on me with that gay fag Eric from California, I thought they were just spinning silly stories so they could have the Goddess Reira to themselves." He scratched his head and avoided Sakura's eyes. "And… And when you told me about it too, I... At that time Eriol kept hinting to me about Tomoyo, Tomoyo, Tomoyo, and I thought he had meant that she liked me, and that you were in cahoots with her to break Reira and I up so that everyone else could date us," he blurted out in one breath. "I'm... I'm really sorry, darling."

Sakura looked at him, and then burst out laughing. "That's all over! We're alright now, aren't we, you silly thing!"

"But... But you seemed really upset..."

"Oh please, I was just thinking about Takeshiro. He's now the manager of Yamamoto Corporation, I mean, isn't that the company of Yamamoto Hikaru…"

"Alrighty, let's forget about that! C'mon, don't waste anymore time!" He hauled her out of the suite. "They say London's kick-ass in shopping. You are gonna love it."

"Ma'am! Did you hear that?"

"Here what?" a woman's voice surfaced. "Rewind it, and we'll hear it again."

The faithful assistant hit the 'REWIND' button.

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

"Stop!"

The tape started to play.

"Oh look, one of the shower heads can even vibrate! Damn, you gotta try this out! Hey, Saks -"

"Did you hear that?!" the assistant practically shrieked. "Did you hear that, Ma'am?!"

"Not with you squealing like a pig! Rewind it again!"

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

The tape played again.

"Oh look, one of the shower heads can even vibrate! Damn, you gotta try this out! Hey, Saks -"

"Cut it out! Are you really sure this is our hotel room?"

"Did you hear that? He said 'Saks'!"

"So?" the woman demanded impatiently.

"Didn't you say that agent - the one who could have been sent here to ruin us - her name was Kinomoto Sakura?"

"Yes," the woman growled, tapping the toe of her Jimmy Choo's impatiently. "So?"

"Well - Well, I was just thinking, that man may be calling her, and since her name is Sakura, and they're close friends, Saks may be his nickname for her -"

"Has it ever crossed you mind, Miss Jensen, that he might be saying that the quality of that freaking vibrating shower head sucks? I have an entire phonebook of vibrating shower head suppliers and the ones at the hotel don't let you change the vibrating patterns." Her tone suddenly became menacingly soft and dangerous. "Miss Jensen, you are wasting precious time. Right now they could be collaborating some plan while you skive on silly theories! Provide me with some tangible evidence that those two are the agents we are after, then we'll see! If we wrongly accuse them, this partnership could go down the drain!"

With that, the terrifyingly dominant Chairperson stormed out of the office and slammed the door, leaving her terror-stricken assistant quivering in her wake.

"Syaoran...?" Sakura's muffled voice could be heard, but just barely, from behind a huge glittery curtain.

"Come on out, or we'll never know how good you look in that." Syaoran was used to shopping with Sakura, and he understood fully why women took so long shopping. Actually, it doesn't really matter if she comes out. She looks hot in anything, Syaoran thought to himself. Especially in swimsuits... Oh, Lord help me.

Slowly, a figure emerged from behind the curtain. Syaoran almost choked on his Mars bar when he saw Sakura dressed in the clothes she had picked out. The small T-shirt hugged her body, and the pair of brown shorts added contrast to her sun-kissed tan, making her look...

Hot, Syaoran thought, even though the clothes are plain and simple.

"How... how does it look?" Sakura muttered, when she spotted his gaze caressing her from head to toe. "Does it make me look weird? If so, I just won't take them..."

"No, no! They make you look great," Syaoran interrupted. And beautiful, and slender, and graceful...

She frowned at him, trying to figure out if he was just saying it to make her feel better.

"Really!" Syaoran insisted. Years spent with your best friend; you'll know more or less what thoughts are flashing through their mind.

"Okay, I'll take these then!" Sakura beamed, and heaved a whole pile of clothes onto the counter.

It was only two agonising hours later that our poor Syaoran got his turn at shopping.

"Hey, check out this leather coat!" Syaoran put it against his body. "Like? Ooh, it's even on discount! So now it's only 500 pounds."

"The price is nothing, Syaoran. You'll have to put it on to see," Sakura stated bluntly.

"Fine." He removed the hanger from the polished leather coat and handed it to Sakura. "Hold this while I remove mine." As he was unbuttoning the article of clothing, his fingers brushed against something oddly protruding on the collar.

"Hey, what's this?" Syaoran muttered as he plucked it from his collar. "Damn! It's a bug!"

"Ew! Quick, squash it! Squash it!" Sakura squealed, backing away from the bug in Syaoran's hands.

"No, not that kind of bug..." Syaoran frowned.

"Well, squash it anyway! Fling it away, step on it, whatever you do, get rid of it!" Sakura hissed. "They're actually spying on people who are spying on them spying on people! The nerve!"

"What... Did you just say?" Syaoran raised an eyebrow at Sakura's incoherent babbling.

"Never mind," she sighed. "Just get rid of it, will you?"

"Haha no."

"WHY? What are you gonna do with it then, Baka Li?"

Syaoran cringed again. He didn't like to be reminded of the torture he had to endure during visits to his friend's house. No, not at all.

"Hmmm? I'm waiting for an answer, or I'll squash it myself!"

"You'll see, my darling. You'll see."

Editor's Note: Lalala, another pit stop! Okay I must admit that the next few chapters, along with this one, had some clashes here and there... Since Chapter 4 was born out of wedlock, haha. So it took me quite a while to send this hot to the press! Alrighty reviews in please!! Or NO LEMON JUICE FOR YOU NAUGHTY CHILDREN IN CHAPTER 5! teases Heheh.