When Mokuba returned to the office his brother was still sitting at his desk. "I've talked with Melissa, she'll take care of the situation," he announced as he walked to his brothers desk.
Seto nodded to show he had heard him, but didn't comment on it.
"I had not expected Alister to come here," Mokuba continued with a sigh.
"No, that was unexpected. As was the news he had brought." Seto frowned as he thought about it, but shook his head and got up from behind the desk. "We're going home."
Mokuba nodded and called to the driver of their limousine to drive the car to the entrance.
Seto turned off his computer, grabbed his suitcase and walked through the door, with his little brother next to him. He events of that day still bothered him, but on the other side was it just a problem he would find a solution for soon enough, if his employees started proving their worth for a change. Still, he had a cautious faith in the female PR-manager, and that was rare for him. Her and Roland, those two were the only employees he dared trusting.
Roland joined them on the way down, informing Seto with an update about the situation, which basically came down that there was no real progress in solving the situation.
The three of them made their way to the entrance of the tall, glass building and through the automatic doors, but there they stopped.
Below the set of stairs the black limousine was parked, but instead of the driver it was Alister who leaned against the door. His grey eyes holding a harsh look.
"Don't you have anything better to do then to wait outside my building till I come out?" Seto asked him, walking down the stairs. "Really Alister, if you're going to stalk me now…"
"I'm not going to do that. You promised me proof, Kaiba."
Seto placed his suitcase on the hood of the car and pulled a file from it, handing it to Alister.
The text contained details about a proposed idea, the game the rumours were about, including what KC weapons and tanks would be used, with a big read stamp across it. Denied. The date was that of a couple of days ago.
"This doesn't proof a thing," Alister simply said.
"It doesn't? An idea needs my approval before we do anything." Seto sent an ice glare in the direction of Alister, pulling the file from his hands. "I don't care if you believe me or not. Take your pathetic ideas of me and go home. I'm not wasting any more time on you."
Having said this, Seto grabbed his suitcase and pulled open the car door. Without a second look at the red-haired man Seto took his seat in the back of the limousine. Mokuba did look at Alister and opened his mouth to say something, but Alister walked away. Mokuba watched him walk away, feeling a bit sorry for him, but he too got in the car and Seto gave the short order to the driver to take him home.
Mokuba looked at his brother when the driver started the drive back home, but his brother was looking outside, with one leg over the other and his arms crossed. He didn't seem to be in a mood to talk, so Mokuba kept silent. He let out a small sigh and turned his eyes to the window on his side, viewing the city as they were driving through it.
Seto had his eyes on the window of the care, but barely noticed the passing cars, the people walking on the side-walk or the buildings they were passing. For some reason he had to think about the duel with Alister on top of the plane a while back. Alister had blamed him, as the head of Kaiba Corporation, for the war in which he had lost his little brother. True, there had been weaponry from Kaiba Corporation that caused the death and destruction there, but that had everything to do with his step-father Gozaburo and nothing with him. Long and slender fingers covered his face as he remembered the vision Alister had caused, where he had viewed the city Alister used to live and the war which destroyed it. Seto pushed the memory away. He had nothing to do with that, but it made him realize one thing. There would be more people out there who would remember the past of Kaiba Corporation and hold a grudge, much like Alister had.