Disclaimer: Own nothing but the idea for the story line!
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"Can I have a light?" Her voice rolled smoothly as she stopped her pace, looking at the tall dark man leaning against the building, flicking the small, white, sickening cylinder at him between two fingers.
Glancing up, the man rolled his dark blue eyes towards her, his arms laying limply at his sides, a cigarette hanging limply in one hand, half smoked. "Anything for a pretty lady." He said flicking his black baseball cap up a bit, lessening the shadows on his young face.
Nodding she held her hand out slightly as the man reached quickly in his leather jacket fishing out a black metal lighter, flipping it out, the flame dancing to life, clinging to the drug filled tube.
"Thanks." She moved the cigarette to her perfectly colored lips, breathing in deeply before blowing the smoke out, moving her hand to her side she flicked her wrist, the ashes dropping to the ground, before picking up her stride again, walking into the tall old looking building.
"Ma'am!" A small red hair woman half shrieked as she took a long breath of the cigarette as she crossed the lobby, "You can't smoke in here! Ma'am!"
Sighing she walked past a water fountain shoving it in the metal drain, flipping the water on for a moment, the water stopping the smoke that was slowly raising from the butt. She continued her path walking straight into an open elevator pressing the 87th floor button as the door slid silently shut, the red haired woman glaring at her as the doors slid shut on her.
As the elevator shifted moving upwards she glanced at her watch, early by 5 minutes, nice. She glanced up as the doors slid apart to reveal the classically styled office waiting room; a nice calm waiting room with a few other women waiting, and a secretary typing way mindlessly at a computer, stepping up to the small seated woman, she coughs a little, grabbing her attention.
"I'm Aino Minako." She smiled, tilting her to the side slightly, her blonde hair tumbling perfectly, "I'm here to see Mr. Winner about the job opening for an assistant."
"Mr. Winner is speaking with another-oh!" She stopped, the large cherry door opening and a thin, mousey looking, black-haired woman was ushered out of the large office and a strong but clearly gently male voice spoke over the secretary.
"Thank you once again for coming, but really Yong-san, I have others to see." A moment after the woman moved, a tall, light-haired, tan man, his navy suit reflecting his dark eyes. "I believe." He began, glancing at a list behind the outer desk at which the secretary sat, "That an Aino-san is next?"
"That's me." Minako said, shifting her briefcase to her other hand, holding her right hand out, "Hello, I'm Aino Minako."
The man slowly smiled, "First woman to offer me her hand in a long time." He said carefully, reaching to grab her hand shaking it firmly, "A pleasure." He said, his eyes taking in her appearance, "Please, come in." He stepped to the side, waving an arm at his office.
"Of course." She nodded, stepping in with him, her heels making no noise against the soft carpet of the room, "Wonderful office, Sir." She spoke, her voice light.
"Thank you, one of my sisters is a designer, she designed it really without letting me have a choice." He chuckled a little, moving to his desk, letting his suit coat slide off draping it across the back of an empty chair, "I really would have preferred blue to the green she used." He sat down and gestured to the chair in front of his desk, "Sit, please, and let's start."
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She grunted, pushing the door open, her bags almost falling from her arms as she walked inside sliding her heeled foot across the tile floor, pushing the broken glass away as she continued walking, the dried brown blood that had dripped over the tile not given a second look.
Walking into the kitchen, she dropped the two bags full of food on the counter using her newly freed arm to pull the refrigerator open and then scooping the bag up again, setting them, bag and all, in. Turning she pushed the door closed with her foot. Sighing, she reached up, tugging her long hair from it's captive; hair spilling down around her as she leaned over, tugging her shoe off her right foot and throwing it across the room, the other following seconds later.
Sighing she started unbuttoning her black dress shirt, finishing that and removing her skirt, throwing that in a pile of clothes, the black covering the white shirt stained red. Walking toward the bathroom she paused, sticking her blonde head inside, "Bubble bath, 98 degrees. Jets too." On command the bath started to fill, heating. She then continued to her room, the unbuttoned black dress shirt looking too big for her pale body. Grabbing a thin, clear screen from her bed, she pressed a button on the corner, the news coming into view on her Vid-pane.
Walking back to the bathroom she set the screen on the small stand in the wall so she could gather her hair into a messy bun, finally sliding the black shirt off, followed by her black bra and panties as she glanced in the mirror, her eyes tired, before stepping into the hot bubbles in the tub. Leaning back she sighed, the water moving to offset her mass. Sighing she closed her jewel eyes, sliding into the water. And the phone rang.
"Dammit." She growled out, "If I ignore it, it will go away." She muttered, sinking nose deep into the water.
After about a minute and a half on ringing the answering machine finally kicked in. She listened half heartedly as the annoying default message talked for a moment, and then she froze as the caller started speaking.
"Aino-san, this is Quatre Winner. It was so nice to meet you today at the interview, and I also would like to be the first to welcome you to the Winner Corporation, I personally look forward to working with you as my assistant. I see you're out, please, if you can come up to the office tomorrow to discuss a few business points and then we'll work out a date for you to begin, if you can't make it, please call, Thank you again, and welcome."
She finally moved as the machine beeped, and beneath the bubbles her lips curled into a cold grin.
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UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04
Questions, comments, flames or death threat then just email me, message me or review.
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"Can I have a light?" Her voice rolled smoothly as she stopped her pace, looking at the tall dark man leaning against the building, flicking the small, white, sickening cylinder at him between two fingers.
Glancing up, the man rolled his dark blue eyes towards her, his arms laying limply at his sides, a cigarette hanging limply in one hand, half smoked. "Anything for a pretty lady." He said flicking his black baseball cap up a bit, lessening the shadows on his young face.
Nodding she held her hand out slightly as the man reached quickly in his leather jacket fishing out a black metal lighter, flipping it out, the flame dancing to life, clinging to the drug filled tube.
"Thanks." She moved the cigarette to her perfectly colored lips, breathing in deeply before blowing the smoke out, moving her hand to her side she flicked her wrist, the ashes dropping to the ground, before picking up her stride again, walking into the tall old looking building.
"Ma'am!" A small red hair woman half shrieked as she took a long breath of the cigarette as she crossed the lobby, "You can't smoke in here! Ma'am!"
Sighing she walked past a water fountain shoving it in the metal drain, flipping the water on for a moment, the water stopping the smoke that was slowly raising from the butt. She continued her path walking straight into an open elevator pressing the 87th floor button as the door slid silently shut, the red haired woman glaring at her as the doors slid shut on her.
As the elevator shifted moving upwards she glanced at her watch, early by 5 minutes, nice. She glanced up as the doors slid apart to reveal the classically styled office waiting room; a nice calm waiting room with a few other women waiting, and a secretary typing way mindlessly at a computer, stepping up to the small seated woman, she coughs a little, grabbing her attention.
"I'm Aino Minako." She smiled, tilting her to the side slightly, her blonde hair tumbling perfectly, "I'm here to see Mr. Winner about the job opening for an assistant."
"Mr. Winner is speaking with another-oh!" She stopped, the large cherry door opening and a thin, mousey looking, black-haired woman was ushered out of the large office and a strong but clearly gently male voice spoke over the secretary.
"Thank you once again for coming, but really Yong-san, I have others to see." A moment after the woman moved, a tall, light-haired, tan man, his navy suit reflecting his dark eyes. "I believe." He began, glancing at a list behind the outer desk at which the secretary sat, "That an Aino-san is next?"
"That's me." Minako said, shifting her briefcase to her other hand, holding her right hand out, "Hello, I'm Aino Minako."
The man slowly smiled, "First woman to offer me her hand in a long time." He said carefully, reaching to grab her hand shaking it firmly, "A pleasure." He said, his eyes taking in her appearance, "Please, come in." He stepped to the side, waving an arm at his office.
"Of course." She nodded, stepping in with him, her heels making no noise against the soft carpet of the room, "Wonderful office, Sir." She spoke, her voice light.
"Thank you, one of my sisters is a designer, she designed it really without letting me have a choice." He chuckled a little, moving to his desk, letting his suit coat slide off draping it across the back of an empty chair, "I really would have preferred blue to the green she used." He sat down and gestured to the chair in front of his desk, "Sit, please, and let's start."
*
She grunted, pushing the door open, her bags almost falling from her arms as she walked inside sliding her heeled foot across the tile floor, pushing the broken glass away as she continued walking, the dried brown blood that had dripped over the tile not given a second look.
Walking into the kitchen, she dropped the two bags full of food on the counter using her newly freed arm to pull the refrigerator open and then scooping the bag up again, setting them, bag and all, in. Turning she pushed the door closed with her foot. Sighing, she reached up, tugging her long hair from it's captive; hair spilling down around her as she leaned over, tugging her shoe off her right foot and throwing it across the room, the other following seconds later.
Sighing she started unbuttoning her black dress shirt, finishing that and removing her skirt, throwing that in a pile of clothes, the black covering the white shirt stained red. Walking toward the bathroom she paused, sticking her blonde head inside, "Bubble bath, 98 degrees. Jets too." On command the bath started to fill, heating. She then continued to her room, the unbuttoned black dress shirt looking too big for her pale body. Grabbing a thin, clear screen from her bed, she pressed a button on the corner, the news coming into view on her Vid-pane.
Walking back to the bathroom she set the screen on the small stand in the wall so she could gather her hair into a messy bun, finally sliding the black shirt off, followed by her black bra and panties as she glanced in the mirror, her eyes tired, before stepping into the hot bubbles in the tub. Leaning back she sighed, the water moving to offset her mass. Sighing she closed her jewel eyes, sliding into the water. And the phone rang.
"Dammit." She growled out, "If I ignore it, it will go away." She muttered, sinking nose deep into the water.
After about a minute and a half on ringing the answering machine finally kicked in. She listened half heartedly as the annoying default message talked for a moment, and then she froze as the caller started speaking.
"Aino-san, this is Quatre Winner. It was so nice to meet you today at the interview, and I also would like to be the first to welcome you to the Winner Corporation, I personally look forward to working with you as my assistant. I see you're out, please, if you can come up to the office tomorrow to discuss a few business points and then we'll work out a date for you to begin, if you can't make it, please call, Thank you again, and welcome."
She finally moved as the machine beeped, and beneath the bubbles her lips curled into a cold grin.
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UPDATED: 12-11-03
Email: ai_child@comcast.net AIM: MinakoWinner04
Questions, comments, flames or death threat then just email me, message me or review.
