Despite having arrived home in time for a decent night's sleep, Michiru still finds herself running late to her meeting the next day. As she bursts into the main boardroom with a tea in one hand and her notepad in the other, she is greeted by Mamoru's snickering.
"Michiru, Michiru, Michiru. You must have had an exciting night."
"Shhh!" the aqua woman hisses, exaggerating the sound. Their boss is not yet in the room, and Michiru is relieved that she was not the only tardy one that morning.
"Don't be shy. Tell us everything about the mysterious Haruka Tenoh...!" Mamoru is clearly enjoying the moment.
"Did you really go out with Haruka last night?" gasps Mina Aino, a young colleague who was naturally blonde and acted like it.
"She sure did!" laughs Mamoru. "Oh man, you should have seen the look on Haruka's face yesterday at the press conference." The photographer begins imitating the look of shock followed by disdain, when he suddenly stops and sits straight up in his seat.
"Good morning, everyone. My apologies for being late. Now let's be quick about this, we have a busy day ahead." As always, Setsuna Meioh, editor of The Vancouver Post, is immaculately dressed and ready to get down to business. "Michiru, Mamoru - what happened yesterday?"
Kicking Mamoru under the table to stop him from giggling, Michiru updates their boss: "We attended the press conference, but as you know, Haruka Tenoh refused to give any statements there on behalf of Tenoh Motors. They did provide us with their generic press release in the afternoon, which expressed sympathy towards the victims but not much else. In the evening I had the opportunity to meet with Ms. Tenoh privately, and she has promised us an exclusive interview."
"Very good, Michiru," the editor affirms. "So you will be seeing Ms. Tenoh again?"
"Yes, that is the plan. I have not been able to ask her detailed questions about the legal actions, so I will press her for that information at our next meeting." Michiru kicks Mamoru's shoe again for good measure.
"Excellent. If we can get this exclusive profile, we're guaranteed to sell a few extra copies. God knows that the ladies seem to go crazy for this fellow." Setsuna directs a pointed look at Michiru, causing the aqua-haired girl to blush. "Although if you get any dirt on her and her company, that would make for a much better exposé. Now, are you and Mamoru still good to do a piece on the fashion launch this afternoon?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Mamoru states brightly, unable to contain himself any longer.
Ignoring the giggling to her left, Michiru takes careful notes of the rest of the meeting, then spends the rest of the morning typing up her thoughts from the previous day. She had actually written down a fair summary the night before, but most of what she had described was not appropriate for the workplace. Blushing again, Michiru remembers the feel of Haruka's lips on hers, the way their hips touched...Suddenly, Michiru feels a soft whack on her shoulder, courtesy of Mamoru and a copy of that day's Post.
"Stop daydreaming, pretty lady, and let's get to work."