Tamaki perks up at the sound of my voice, but very quickly ducks his head and makes to exit the clinic. Fortunately enough for me, Michiko snatches the back of his shirt and hauls him backwards. The woman did not seem amused in the slightest judging by the twitching of her left eye and the pulsing vein evident on her forehead.

"Miss Fujioka, this man was trying to pay me in order to divulge privileged information, is it legal for me to kick his ass?!" She growled out, keeping her voice quiet in hopes that the patients nearby wouldn't notice the fuss.

Keeping myself calm and composed, I thought of what Mori or Kyoya might do in this situation: remove the problem without making a spectacle. "If he was trespassing, then it may have been possible, but not on this occasion. You can let him go; I'll have Dr Nekozawa deal with him."

"N-Nekozawa? Does he still have that puppet with him…?"

"Unlike some people, he's grown up, Tamaki." I bit out at the man cowering before me. Without another word I led him into the small office space I had called my own for the past hour. As soon as the door was securely shut behind us, I swivelled to the blonde buffoon and cornered him. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Well, um, you see, Mori wouldn't tell me where you were. Neither would the twins and when I called Honey it just put me straight to voicemail. So then when I asked Kyoya and he didn't know, I thought there was something serious wrong and I tracked your cell phone to find you…" His fingers were laced into the hair at the back of his head, scratching in nervous embarrassment. It was a habit that had once endeared me, but this was going too far.

"Why?"

He looked perplexed, "huh?"

"Why did you need to know where I am? It's a simple question."

It took a second for him to realise that I wasn't about to be swayed by puppy dog eyes and playing dumb. He straightened up and narrowed his amethyst eyes at me, "I thought you'd be ready to talk now! How was I supposed to know that you'd already have a job and have totally forgotten about me?!"

Tapping at the door interrupted our argument. Masuda and Taisuke sauntered into the room and took up the seats on both sides of the desk as if it were completely normal behaviour. Tamaki eyed them warily before disregarding them and going to speak again when Umehito appeared in the doorway as well.

"Suoh-san! How lovely of you to visit my clinic today. What can we help you with?" Umehito entered with a flourish and began tampering with the light settings in the room to dim it even further. "Let me guess, you finally decided to get help on your issues with attachment! How grand, yes."

The friction between the pair increased tenfold, "Not quite. I'm here to speak to my fiancé actually, if the three of you would be so kind to-"

"Oh, are you referring to my young Haruhi here?" Umehito wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tightly against his side. The scent of disinfectant and soap filled my nose. "That's quite odd because as far as I was aware, that engagement had been broken off."

The boys at the table had their interest piqued, Masuda pointed at Tamaki with a partially chewed pencil. "How did you end up with that, Miss Fujioka?"

"Yeah, doesn't his hair give you a headache?" The pair shuddered as Taisuke spoke.

"His face is giving me a headache."

"Your face gives everyone a headache."

"Shut up." The duo ended their input with mutual pencil flinging across the desk, completely forgetting about everyone else's presence in the room.

Having brushed off the boys' comments, Tamaki turned back to us with a burning rage flickering in his eyes, "I think you're mistaken. Haruhi?"

I felt cornered; completely unsure of how to act professionally and to still remove Tamaki from the premises. Why did he have to show up on my first night? All the confidence I had felt earlier tonight seemed to have evaporated away. Having my new colleagues witness to my predicament made it all the more embarrassing.

Umehito was watching me with concern before he interjected and came to my rescue. His arm loosened from around me as I turned to face me straight on. "I was going to leave it to a much later time, but I guess now is as good a time as any. My young Haruhi, would you do me the honour of going to dinner with me some time?"

"Huh?"

Taisuke yelled in rejoice, "Love triangle!"

"Juicy, I love it." Masuda leaned forward intently. The drama fed their strange energy and had them bouncing in their seats like children.

"Popcorn, Michi-chan, popcorn!"

Michiko hurriedly wandered along the corridor to join in the calamity as the volume grew. "Why do you need popcorn?"

As the room turned to chaos around me, I attempted to drown out the noise focus on the issues at hand. One: get rid of Tamaki. Two: get back to work and save what little dignity I had left. It was obvious to me that my boss was only trying to rile up his old kouhai. His methods were distasteful but it appeared to be giving me an escape route from this madness. "Um, yes, that would be nice. Thank you, Umehito."

"I have had it!" Tamaki yelled out, silencing the office as he stormed out of the building.

Michiko watched him run through narrowed eyes, which made their beady appearance intensify tenfold. Once he was out of sight, she brightened up considerably and prodded me in the arm to grab my attention. "Are you pressing charges for the data protection he was attempting to break?"

"No, he has been cautioned. A second offence will require the police being called."

Umehito cleared his throat, "If he returns then send him to me, please Michiko."

"No problem, doctor!" She gushed up at him, before shying away as another person entered the room looking a tad confused.

"What's all the commotion? I almost got taken out by some blonde boy outside." The woman stood tall - I would guess around six foot – with waist length waves of golden blonde. She was very striking and seemed to demand the attention of all those around her. "Michiko, reception is unmanned, please rectify that."

The auburn haired nurse turned scarlet and ran from the room, closely followed by a sniggering Taisuke and Masuda. Umehito looked disapprovingly at his watch then up at the woman.

"Ah, Rachel, you finally decided to show up. It's about time!"