Chapter 4- Stress

One week had passed since those events. He managed to move out during the week to one of those newly built apartments. He sat around his new desk in his new office fulfilling the job of his new position. He breathed in the fresh air of his new office. The office was spacious and for once, neat and tidy. He felt his old self coming back to him. He was awakening again. Something he would never think of was running in a chain of thoughts.

'Stress was good.'

It was curing him of this mess. Helping him to forget what happened a week ago. Bringing him back to normal, everyday life. Then the door creaked and he saw Sasuke bringing folders with more files. That was good. More stress is just what he needed.

"Just rest them over there."

"You seem just like before."

"I'm back to normal. Everything's fine now."

"Well lucky you. At least you have a secretary to relieve some stress off you," Sasuke said walking out the door. Itachi laughed at him. Yeah, he was back to his old self and he wouldn't lose focus again.

But then it all started. Again.

Itachi started on the files his brother just placed down. It was a whole heap of them that were supposed to be finished and sent off by Wednesday. He organized them. He separated them from the documents and signed whatever was supposed to be signed, finishing quarter of the pile by 11am.

The company was found around 5 years ago. All they did was just meet the needs of their clients. Loaning money like a bank is mainly what they do but they also have a long-term confidentiality with their clients depending on what they want. But it's also good business and good money.

Itachi drank a glass of water to quench his thirst. He started checking off some papers when he heard the elevator door creak. It was a sort of sign. It caught his attention and he waited. There was the 'ping' and he heard footsteps coming slowly down the hallway. Its noise was like dainty footsteps.

The noise grew louder as it approached his office door. He waited for the footsteps to go pass. They were footsteps he never wanted to hear. The footsteps of a woman.

He remembered that he was supposed to be meeting a secretary today. He would need one. Desperately. As he listened as the noise of the heel stopped exactly in front of his door. There was a pause. It was like she stopped to make sure it was the right place. Exactly what he didn't want to happen.

The door clicked and moved inside. A foot appeared, then the person in full came inside and shut the door. Itachi felt stupid. A woman. Why? She recognized him in an instant. The disrespectful man from the elevator. She was his secretary and looked at him disgustfully.

"Hi."

"What's with the attitude?"

"I remember you."

"You're supposed to introduce yourself."

"You're supposed to say hello."

"Who are you?"

"Don't you have manners?"

"Who are you?" The demand in his voice frightened her making her feel a little inferior.

"I'm your secretary. Though it's hard to believe."

"I know. Hello."

"Finally."

"Make yourself comfortable."

"I will. Thank you."

She sat across from him and looked around his office. She got up and walked around fiddling with the stuff. She sat back down in front of him and watched him scribbling his pen on the pile in front of him. He kept himself busy, paying her no attention. She saw he was a pretty handsome person, if he could only prove himself, but she just wanted a game. She stared into his captivating eyes, nearly tar-black in colour. He caught her gaze and she averted her eyes.

"Name."

"What?" she said hesitating.

"Your name?"

"Oh. Tsuki Miyami."

"Okay. I see."

"What's yours?"

"Itachi Uchiha. I won't be spilling out my life like a story book to you."

"Well since you make it seem like a story book, it must be interesting."

Itachi shifted his position looking at her directly with impatience in his eyes, resting his chin on his hand. She crossed her legs and looked at him daringly. This probably seemed like some sort of game.

"What makes you think you have the right to be friendly with me?"

"I am your secretary. That's all."

"Exactly. You're my secretary. I choose whether you're going to be up in my business."

"Whatever."

Tsuki took her things and left the room. Itachi fiddled with his pen between his thumb and index finger while thinking. 'Great another damn woman is here again. Why the hell does this keep happening to me? If she thinks she can get me under her skirt, she's going to have to try hard,' Itachi thought with a smirk.

Tsuki came back with a pile of unsigned papers. She laid them on the desk and looked at the heap on the other side of the table. They weren't done yet either.

"Why do you have so much work to do?"

"I like work. It takes my mind off other things."

"Like what?"

Itachi looked up at her raising an eyebrow, reminding her of what was said earlier.

"Fine. But that's a lot of stress on you. Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"Yes. I'll call you when I'm done signing those papers. You can leave."

"No. I'll help you. There are other things we need to do. Like getting to know each other better."

"Weren't secretaries supposed to be office whores?"

"Ugh. Not your office whore."

Itachi smirked. "That's the only job you have here. So please leave." Tsuki shook her head, sighing slamming the door hard.

More problems. More women. It's not like I'm going back down there anymore. That CC place started wrecking my life and now it's going to continue. Why can't I fix it? The hole isn't getting any smaller. This disease is rotting me. Eating me away. I was perfect. It's not fair. My eyes are still shut tight. Still under that evil spell.

And his ordeal has begun once again.

End chapter

Hello there guys, this is dark-angel speaking here. Thanks to all of you who are reading and reviewing my story so far. Well here's the news:

dark-angel: I decided to take a detour from the main story though it still relates.

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'Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the most handsome of them all.'

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