Watch the Clock
Chapter 1: Worst Nightmare
By: Kitten at Heart
(Listening to: Bowling For Soup)
Summary: Syaoran was just hired at a new company. Everyone fears his new boss, who seems like an emotionless dictator. What happens when he meets her outside of the office?
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Look past the large golden doors that guard the mile high building. Look past the friendly receptionist painting her nails. Just look at the clock, just as the hundreds of employees are. Seven fifty-nine and forty-five seconds. Look at the second had tick very slowly. Tick. Tock. Tick…. Tock. Any minute, wait second now, they will be coming. The employer, the big boss, will enter through those golden doors. Fifty seconds. Are you nervous now? You should be. They have a reputation of firing someone for just giving them a bad look. Bad character-they claim. Fifty-five seconds. A co-worker spots a giant limo park outside the building. Everything in the building goes frantic. The workers rush into offices, cubicles, restrooms and the copy machines start giving off a bright light. Fifty-nine seconds. The receptionist sees them in view and starts to answer phones though none are ringing. Tick.
Eight o'clock. They enter the building with dark sunglasses shielding their eyes. Their shoes clamping down on the ground warn workers of their entrance.
"H-h-how are you today M-" The receptionist starts to say but they are ignored. They stand by the elevator, waiting for it to arrive. Someone always sends it down from the top floor exactly fifteen seconds before arrival. The bell dings and the doors open. They enter the elevator and face the glass-plated doors to overlook the employees. This is all routine except for…
"WAIT!" A young male voice yells. He ran for the closing doors and made it just before they were to close. Pushing the door open he squeaks a simple, "Sorry", as he enters the tiny machine. He pushed his floor button and asked the other passenger what their number was.
"You are late." They stated without answering the question or so much as turning around.
"Yes. First day. Just transferred here and I forgot that taxi's didn't care that you have to be to work on time. They just want their stupid money." He laughed as he combed his hair through his unruly amber hair. "Li Syaoran. And you are…?"
"Your worst nightmare." They told him as the elevator stopped at the forty-second floor. The doors opened and they exited out. They turned around to reveal themself. "I could have fired you. You have spunk kid. I like it." Said the feminine voice. She took off her shades to reveal hypnotizing emerald eyes. She flipped her hair slightly to get the long bangs out of her face. "If Tomoyo hired you…you must be worthwhile. Get to work Li." She turned around and started to walk down the hallway, swaying her hips. Workers gaped at the scene. Was he not scared? Did he not know who she was?
Meanwhile, Syaoran stood in the elevator amazed. How can a beautiful creature be so…so…powerful? He never old her that Ms. Daidouji had hired him. She was amazing, beautiful, and for the first time in history- a girl did not drool all over him. Wow. Wait! The elevator doors were closing! DAMN! This is his floor! So he watched her from glass doors, walk down the hallway with grace.
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Stepping into her office, the young woman already had a ton of things to take care of. Her 'in' box was already at least two feet high and her 'out' box was probably two inches high. She sat down in her luxurious chair and started to begin. She really did not want to work right now, I mean, with that entrance -who would? She glanced at her name template that was labeled 'President- Kinomoto Sakura'. She smiled, thinking she was one of the youngest presidents of a multi billionaire corporation. She never thought that selling stuffed bear-like dolls would go so far. Ahhh…yes. She still had the first one made, 'Kero'. Well…she better get to work.
Ms. Kinomoto,
I just want you to know that you should BLAH…Get to the point…relationships in the office should be allowed. We are only human, love cannot be avoided.
Thank you,
Li MeilinHa! She doesn't want some of her employees 'warming up' in the janitorial closet. Kinomoto Sakura has had many relationships out of the office, why can't they? She cackled evilly in her office and took out her trustworthy 'DENIED' stamp. BANG. "Denied, Li Meilin! Ahahahaha!"
"Ummm…Sakura?" Crackled a voice from the intercom. "Is everything ok?" Ah, yes, she had a new secretary.
"Yes, Eriol." She responded. "Get used to it. Get back to WORK!" She screeched in the intercom. She smiled; did her long time friend not know her at all? Oh well. Back to work…
President of Kinomoto Co.-
Profits have increased dramatically…DUH…so we, marketing department, request a company party to encourage employees to still try their best even if we are at the top of the charts.
Marketing Department
Sakura only sighed and took the very tiny 'SCHEDUAL A MEETING'. What if they were meaning a trip to a local amusement park? That would be cool, but not with company money. BANG. She continued this process for many hours BANG after BANG after 'AHAHA's'
"Sakura?" Asked the intercom. The intercom asks questions? Oh, wait, it was Eriol.
"Yes, intercom?" Sakura paused… "Wait-Eriol!"
"Ms. Daidouji is here with our new employee." The intercom crackled.
"Send them in. Oh, and Eriol? Bring me another coffee." Sakura cackled again. She had three already. What harm can four or five do? The door started to open.
"Hello Sakura. May we have a seat?" A young lady with short raven hair asked. Just last week she had cut her hair to give a more professional look. Without an answer, she sat in a chair and motioned the amber-eyed man to sit in the other chair. "This is Li Syaoran. He just transferred from Hong Kong and will be filling the head marketing chair." Said Sakura's vice president. "He profited millions in his previous company."
"Hello Kinomoto-san." Syaoran greeted and sat up to offer his hand to the president. "So you were the gorgeous woman I have heard so much about." Yet, Sakura only stared at his empty hand.
"Flattery does not work with me Li. Sit down." She growled in monotone. She pushed the intercom button carefully. "Eriol…" No response. "Eriol…" Still no response. "HIIRIGAZAWA!"
"Y-yes Sakura?" he squeaked.
"Five coffees." She ordered.
"I don't drink coffee…" Syaoran said quietly.
"All of them are for me, boy." Sakura said sweetly. "Mr. Li. Since you are now the head of the marketing committee…will you explain something for me?" She started to search for the letter in the now two feet high 'out' pile. Papers flew all over the room and Syaoran watched the scene with wide eyes. Tomoyo, on the other hand, lazily stood up and started picking up the papers that flew. "Where is that stupid…ah. Here it is…no…that is not it." Papers flew all over the room like a blizzard in the winter. "Will you get that Li?" she asked, motioning towards the door though no one knocked. Syaoran obediently obeyed. He opened the door to see Eriol happily holding five coffees in his hand. Eriol skipped over the miscellaneous piles of papers and set the coffee tray on her desk.
"Anything else, Sakura-chan?"
"No. The phone is going to ring soon. Get it please, Eriol." She said boredly. Eriol bowed slightly and skipped out of the room. "AHA! Here it is!" She grinned from ear to ear, in which Syaoran thought was captivating. "Explain this letter." She handed the stamped letter to the young man. He skimmed it and looked up at his bosses.
"I did not write this." He defended.
"I did not ask you who wrote the letter. If I wanted to know who wrote the letter, I would have asked you myself. I asked you to explain the letter." Smiling sweetly, she grabbed a cup of coffee and took a big swig out of it.
"Ummm…the employees would keep up the profits if a party is planned." He squeaked.
"And how do you feel about this issue?"
"A party would slow down business, using company money. The employees would be focusing on the party ahead or the previous one to work at all." He claimed in all seriousness.
"What would you do?"
"I would…offer a day off every month to the person who makes the most profit or improves the most in that month only while profits are up. If profits are down, the offer is off." Syaoran said slowly.
"Good idea…but I do not like it. Fire the twerp who wrote this letter." She demanded with no emotion. Does this person have any emotion?
"What? I don't even know who wrote it…much less even my team!"
"Awww…I am sorry. Say hello to your team and find out who wrote it. THEN fire them. Those twerps are like hungry crows. They will rat anyone out for a little praise."
This was his worst nightmare. His team was going to despise him from the start. Or…was that her goal? She was his…worst nightmare.
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Kitten: I always wanted to do this. Everyone puts Syao as the boss…what happens if Sakura is? I was hyped up on sugar so I put some non-intended humor in it. Hope you like it! R&R!