Cat arrived at Seto's mansion a little before nine. Letting herself in the front door she was almost bowled over by Mokuba running out the door.

"Hey, where's the fire?" she asked him.

"I have to go to my friend's house for a project and I'm late." Mokuba answered.

"All right, I won't keep you waiting. But, before you go, where is Seto?" she asked.

"He's in his office with some guy." Mokuba answered distractedly. "I bet you could go wait for him in the room outside his office. You know where that is?" he asked as an after thought.

"Yeah, I do." She said. "See ya later kiddo." She said as Mokuba ran out the door and into a waiting limo. Cat headed towards Seto's office. She had just reached the door when a very angry man walked out and bumped into her.

"I'm sorry," Cat said as the man looked at her. "Hey, I know you. You were at that business party."

Thomas looked at her as a wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, if it isn't Kaiba's little woman." He sneered. Cat's eyes narrowed. She already held a great dislike for the man. "You are foolish to think that he really loves you." He spat. Cat's eyes changed from dislike to surprise; then anger.

"What?!" she demanded.

"There is only room for one person in his life, and that is his brother. The only reason he's kept you around is because it makes him look good. The better he looks, the more business he gets, so really you are just a business deal to him." Thomas said spitefully enjoying the look of sadness on Cat's face.

"That's not true." Cat shouted trying to convince herself more than Thomas.

"Oh really?" he answered sarcastically. "Think about it, you are the sister of his rival. Why would he ever love a person like you!" Thomas spat as Seto opened the door to his office to see Thomas and Cat talking in the hall. Thomas looked at Seto and gave him a last glaring look before turning back to Cat.

"You might want to think about what I said." He hissed before stalking off down the hall. Seto's eyes softened as he looked at Cat.

"I have a call I have to make, then we can go get dinner." He said as he turned and closed the door to his office. Cat walked to the doors and silently let herself in. Seto was finishing up his conversation when he noticed Cat entering. He hung up the phone, stood up, and walked over to her.

"Seto" Cat ventured in an unsure voice.

Seto stopped in his tracks, 'what did that jerk say to her?' he wondered.

"I know this really isn't the best time, but I need to know something." Cat said as she looked at his surprised face. "Do you love me?" she blurted out. She had had the constant fear that Seto would never return her feelings and Thomas statements made her all the more paranoid. She just had to know.

"If this is about what that idiot said to you in the hall forget about…" Seto began when Cat cut him off.

"No, I just need to know." She said softly.

Seto's eyes hardened. "Why, so you can dump me and go date Wheeler if I don't return your affections?" he asked bitterly.

Cat hurriedly shook her head. "Oh, no, nothing like that, I would never do that."

"Then why are you asking." Seto demanded.

"Because the not knowing is killing me." She admitted. "Please, I just want to know."

Seto looked down at his desk and started shuffling papers. He still just wasn't ready to admit to himself that he did. Cat stared at him for a moment then at the floor, she had her answer, and his silence hurt worse than if he had said that he hated her. She slowly turned to leave. Seto looked up and saw her head toward the door.
"Cat, wait…" he started.

"You know, I had faith for the longest time that maybe one day you would come to love me the way I love you." Cat interrupted as she turned to face him. "But apparently you are still so cold hearted after all this time that you can't. And it just kills me, we could have hit this thing out of the park you and me. It was there… I know it. The can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kind of thing. Oh well." She said sadly as she turned and rushed out the door. Seto stared at where she had been and sat down at his desk. He hated himself for not saying anything, but he still just wasn't ready to admit he loved her. Besides she had wounded his pride and it made him angry. She had no right to call him cold hearted he thought as he stared moodily at his desk. 'I don't need her.' He lied to himself as he turned on his computer to lose himself once again in his work.