Kyoya watched with interest as Girl-in-White talked rapidly on her phone in a language he knew but didn't speak.
The girl growled, quite impressively for a human, before slamming shut her phone and tucking down the front of her corset-enhanced cleavage.
Kyoya glided forward, sliding the magazine in his hand towards her across the desk. Her blue gaze lifted, but her face remained impassive.
"Interesting article on page seven." The male remarked, seating himself beside her. Her eyes flickered down and Girl-in-White's eyes narrowed.
"I've heard of you, Kyoya Ootori." She hummed, eyes drifting around the quiet room. "Third son in the family, owner of a finance business, and Vice-President of Ouran's beloved Host Club. And I've also heard of your network of intel. Curious, isn't it? How we know so much of one another."
Kyoya pushed his glasses up.
"Shall we discuss this later then?" He smirked, gazing at her once more blank face. "I'll pick you up at eight."
"Very well." The female stood, dusting off her skirt and bowing prettily. "I'll see you at eight after my visit to your club."
She glided off, leaving Kyoya with a satisfied smirk on his pale face.
