"Oh my gosh, you should see the freak that is here working on my computer!" the nasty woman said to her friend over the phone. Seto was watching from her bedroom window, able to hear every word she said. Even though she was speaking in French he could still understand her.

'Man, she is something else.' He thought to himself as he closed the blinds. Seto had been working on her computer for the entire two days. It wasn't as bad of a virus as the woman, whose name was Serena, made it out to be. Seto had also done a little background checking on her. From what he found out, her name was Serena Staten. She had taken over her fathers hundred dollar business and turned it into a billion dollar business. This girl knew her way around a computer. The only reason Seto could think for her to hire someone to fix her little virus problem was because she was too lazy to do it herself. Her mother had died when she was very young and her father had given her anything she asked for, turning her into the spoiled brat she was now. The way things were now her father, Grant Staten, lived off the profit his daughter made, which was a substantial amount.  He also knew that she had a huge love of almost every type of animal imaginable. Even though they were on a yacht the girl still had at least five cats running around the place.  

"Yeah, he's been here for almost two days." Serena said talking to her anonymous friend on the phone. This friend also happened to be a business partner of hers in France, but they called each other to gossip more than talk business. BANG BANG!

"Look, I'm going to have to call you back." Serena said as she hung up the phone. "DADDY, I was on the phone!" Serena yelled loudly at her father.

"I can't hear you ditums!" her father yelled back. "I'm shooting skeet." This seemed to be one of his favorite hobbies.

Serena got up off the little couch she had been sitting on and stomped her way over to the other end of the yacht where her father was reloading to shoot another round of clay pigeons.

"How am I supposed to complete business arrangements over the phone with you making loud shooting noises in the background!" she whined.

"Well why don't you go and sit in your room and get out of the sea air?" her father asked trying to get his annoying daughter away from him.

"Because that Domino City bumpkin is in my room, working on my computer, polluting the air." She complained. "He comes from such a small city, I mean who has heard of Domino. I bet they don't even have indoor plumbing." She said cruelly.

"Oh, I think that they would house train each other." Her father answered.

"Stop!" Serena said throwing up a hand.

"What!" Grant Staten asked rushing to her side.

"He's listening." She said.

"Who?"

Serena looked at her father in annoyance. "That Domino mountain man!" she sneered. "He's been hanging on our every word since he came here." Serena was right. Seto had been listening and his eyes narrowed in anger at her audacity. Obviously this woman had no idea who he was.

Grant looked at his daughter and rolled his eyes. "It's your project, Serena, you deal with it. The boat is fixed, we can leave whenever you want to." He said as he returned to his shooting.

Serena pouted for a minute, got up and walked to her room. She entered the room just in time to hear Seto muttering under his breath, probably about her.

'Well, are we amusing you!" she spat glancing at the computer. "What did you do?" she asked staring at the screen.

"Well, it's done, it's fixed." He said.

"I can see that." She replied haughtily. "What did you do to the computer!"

"I made it so that it won't get another virus. It's called a firewall." Seto answered as if explaining to a small child.

"Hm! A firewall, why am I not surprised." She sneered as she walked into her closet. Seto followed her greatly annoyed.

"I don't know why aren't you surprised?" He asked weary of her complaining.

"Because you think that someone like you would use something more advanced than a firewall." She spat.

Seto's blue eyes flashed dangerously. "Well, you see up here in Domino city, ma'am, we don't know much about advanced technology." He said in a hick drawl. "Shoot, woman, your lucky I am house broke!" Serena stared at him in surprise and looked out to where she had just said the same thing.

"You were listening!" she accused nastily.

"Well, it was kinda hard to avoid!" Seto yelled at her.

Serena's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can avoid it in the future, because you're fired!" she yelled stomping past him.

"Oh, you're unbelievable!" he muttered following her. "Look, just pay me the money you owe me and I'll leave!"

"Capt. Carl, start the engines." She ordered. The captain saluted and did as she asked.

"Your job was not done to my satisfaction!" she said angrily turning to face Seto.

"Oh I have news for you, lady! NO job will ever be done to your satisfaction." He said rounding on her. "You know what your problem is? You are so freakin' bored that you have to invent things to gripe about! Yeah, your computer was fine! And even if it wasn't you have enough knowledge to fix it yourself. You just wanted to yell at someone to take up your useless nail polishing, toe polishing, rich, witch, sun tanning day!" Seto yelled at her forcing her to sit down and cover her ears. Serena instantly stood back up and scampered away from him.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled. Seto glared at her.

"Please, I wouldn't touch you if you begged me too and I am not going anywhere until you…" he was cut off as Serena shoved him off the side of the yacht.

"Man overboard!" one of the sailors yelled.

"Keep going!" she demanded. Serena then walked over and picked up Seto's briefcase and threw that over board as well.

Seto's icy blue eyes glowed with hatred as he splashed around in the water. "You witch, I'm going to get you." He said as he swam toward his floating case. Serena stared at him haughtily as the boat pulled away.

"I'm quite happy!" she yelled across at him. "And I'm not bored, everyone wants to be me!" she yelled triumphantly as the yacht sailed out to sea, leaving Seto glaring and sputtering in the bay.