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The mysterious visitor banged on the door some more, rocking it against the frame and rattling the hinges. Cagalli took a few deep breaths to calm herself and meekly eased open the door.
A handsome blue-haired man stood in the doorway, looking absolutely infuriated and fuming, his knuckles white from being clenched so hard. "What the hell is the matter with you?"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Cagalli, leaning out of the door. "Sorry, but I can't hear you." She let her eyes travel upwards from his lapel, which was at her eyelevel, and to his face. "Oh!" She felt her cheeks turn red in embarrassment, and blushed. "Mr. Zala, I am so sorry!" Inwardly, she cursed herself. What was wrong with her? After all, Kira had warned her that she would be neighbours with her boss.
"I said—"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zala," Cagalli screamed. "You'll have to speak up, please. I can't hear you!"
Finally Athrun's eyes widened as he realized who this weird girl was. "You—you're my new secretary!"
Cagalli nodded slowly with eyes wide open as though she were communicating with a very small child. "Yes, I am," she said carefully, enunciating each syllable, as the words of the latest pop song blasted through her stereo.
"You live here?" Athrun tried to ask, but he was drowned out, as the song progressed to a loud drum beat, screaming out profanities.
"Pardon?"
"Oh, for goodness sake, turn that damn radio DOWN!"
"I'm sorry, could you repeat—"
Finally having had enough, Athrun reached out and shoved Cagalli back into her apartment and strode in without invitation. He caught sight of the sound system (it wasn't difficult) and yanked the plug right out of the wall socket. He nodded in satisfaction.
"Hey!" Cagalli protested. "You can't do—"
"Don't," said Athrun dangerously, "tell me what I can and can't do. I am your boss; just be glad that I believe in second chances and haven't yet decided to fire you."
He turned around, glancing at her apartment. Boxes were scattered everywhere—it appeared that the stereo was the only thing that had been unpacked, and even that was placed on top of a box. Cagalli mouthed words at him behind his back, incoherently mumbling and cursing. Suddenly he whipped around to look at her suspiciously. "Do you have something you want to say?"
Cagalli glared at him in disbelief. Calm down, calm down. You can't explode at him. This mission is much too important. "Yes, you're a big fat, arrogant—" She trailed off, catching sight of the bemused expression on his face.
"I do beg your pardon, Miss…" He stopped, thinking hard. He looks kind of cute when he's concentrating…Cagalli caught herself just in time. What was she thinking? "Yula Athha!" he finally expelled.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zala. It won't happen again."
"You can bet it won't." He leaned in closer so that their noses were barely an inch apart. "That wouldn't be the way of a good neighbour, now would it, Miss Yula Athha?"
"N-no," muttered Cagalli, his intoxicating breath making it hard for her to think. She cleared her throat. "No, I guarantee that I'll try to keep it down."
Athrun straightened up. "Great." He frowned. "No, do more than try—actually do." He walked towards the door, smirking. "I shall see you at work, Miss Yula Athha."
And then he was gone, leaving Cagalli alone to contemplate the strangeness of this unpredicted meeting with her new boss.