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Chapter Nine: Preparation
Claire sat in an examination room, while Martinez finished with her first round shift.
Mati watched a muted tv, secretly wondering what the test provided. A news cast caught her eyes. "Hey, Claire come take a look at this." She grabbed for the remote and turned on the volume.
"Good evening. I'm Sarah Mitchel for CNN." A video showed up on the screen. "This was filmed yesterday in San Fransico, Calafornia."
A video was pulled up. Reporters of all sorts surrounded several people, asking too many questions and taking too many pictures, as usual.
"Mr. Blakeston." Most of the reporters called out.
"What will happen to the company now that your brother has dropped out suddenly?" One asked.
A man in a dark navy blue suit stopped, taking a look at the camras. "My brother is of no interest or concern." He stated sternly. "No comment for the rest." Mr. Blakeston's limo driver opened the door for him and two other people.
Sarah Mitchel came back to the screen. "Mr. Jonas Blakeston, of Blakeston InCorp., finished the last signing of ownership to a smaller toy company in San Fran, two days ago." She looked at some papers. "We were luckly enough to catch ahold of his nephew, Nathaniel Blakeston."
Claire picked up the remote and pushed 'power.'
"Hey I was watching that."
Claire was going to say something, but Martinez walked in.
"Sorry. It took longer then expected." She wrote some info down in a folder.
Mati and Claire sat, ready for whatever the tests said.
Seto was startled out of a deep thought when the phone rang. It took him a few moments to realize that it was his cell. "H-hello?"
"Is Claire there?"
"Hey Mokuba, how are you? I'm doing fine, thanks." Seto said sarcastically.
Mokuba tried not to laugh. "Afternoon Seto."
"No I haven't seen her." He answered the previous question. "Why?"
"Well I'm just getting home and she left a message on the machine. I tried her cell but there's no answer."
"What did the message say?"
Olivia walked in and quietly sat, waiting for her boss to get off.
"She wants us to be here and ready for dinner at eight. Says she has something important to tell us." Mokuba thought for a moment. "She sounds really happy, excited almost." He paused. "I've tried to think it over in my head to what it could be, but I come up with nothing."
Seto shook his head. "I don't know what it could be."
"Well then I guess we'll have to wait until eight, huh?"
"Yes, it seems that way."
They talked for a few more minutes then hung up.
Olivia was reading a book when Seto asked her what she wanted.
"I just wanted to make sure that you were prepped for your next meeting sir."
"Thank you Olivia. I can assure you that I'm always prepared for the next course of action."
She nodded and stood. "Of course, Mr. Kaiba."
The next meeting was in two hours, at four. Try as he may, though, he couldn't concentrate on his work. What is it that is so important to have Claire all giddy? He asked himself that question many times. But came up with nothing. To him, time seemed to travel like frozen molasses.
