YUGIOH

MP: Aftermath

Chapter 25.

Her hand slipped into his pants and began to explore, as he gasped out, moving forward and sucking on her neck. His own hands came around and began to slip off her underpants, while already beginning to slowly thrust against her impatiently.

But before they could get too far, the phone rang, interrupting Kaiba's private moment. He glared annoyingly at it, over whelmed by lust at the moment.

"Ignore it….you can get it later." She whispered, rubbing up against him.

He gave a gasped, but muttered back, "It could be important. I'm waiting for something." He said, thinking about a business meeting that was supposed to be coming up soon.

So reluctantly, he leaned back off of her into a full stand, then picked up the phone.

Of course, that didn't mean Jasmine had no intention of torturing him. As he answered the phone, Jasmine continued to stroke him, while nibbling on his neck.

It took all his strength just to answer the phone in an unwavering tone, "Kaiba." The one word was perhaps a little too quick, as he forced it out, to keep himself from gasping over the phone.

"Mr. Kaiba, we looked up the information you requested on the temp worker Jasmine Watana...."

"Mm-hm...." He muttered, putting all his control into his voice, causing him to start trembling almost uncontrollably, as Jasmine now lowered herself to the level of his pant line and used her lips to kiss him there provocatively.

His eyes shut, as the other hand fumbled up to put a hand over his mouth to keep from gasping on the phone, also moving the speaking part of the phone away from his mouth just incase. His breathing was starting to quicken….he couldn't help it. It just felt far too good.

The security was speaking to him on the line, but he couldn't comprehend what he was saying, becoming so overwhelmed with lust, as he looked down at her as she looked back up at him offering another lick, like it was a lollipop, as she worded, 'Fuck me….'

His mind was quickly shutting down and considering telling the security to call him back, as he finally heard the man on the other end question, "Sir….are you still there?" Wondering why Kaiba had not answered what he just said.

"What?" He asked irritably, as Jasmine giggled and began to use her mouth on him again.

"This information we found out about her is 'very' unusual. The computers from both Kaiba Corp in Japan, and Kaiba Corp in America clearly shows her past and present work experience. Yet, when we called down to the other location, no one seems to remember this person, including the person who hired her, and the secretary she supposedly assisted with, for the previous last 6 months."

Kaiba stiffened, suddenly grasping the information that he was being given, and finally pulled himself away from her, asking, "What are you saying?" Jasmine immediately stopped flirting, and gave him his space, realizing whatever this phone call was, it was obviously an important one.

"Sir, it's almost like someone hacked the system, to put this woman's existence into it. We also looked for her at both temp agencies, and again she does not exist. No one knows who this Jasmine Watana is. I can only guess this woman is a spy, sir. How should we proceed?"

Kaiba froze, absolutely shocked from this information. He was simply grasping at straws, in order to find a reason to break it off with her. He didn't honestly believe he would find something terrible about this woman.

Even though it might have been good that he caught this early before this woman achieved whatever her plans really were, it hurt to know he had allowed himself to trust and give himself to her, and so quickly, too. 'How could I be so blind and stupid?' He thought. "One moment...."

Kaiba put the phone on hold, then quickly zipped himself back up.

He looked down at her, stating, "Something's come up. I'm probably going to have to leave here soon. I want you to assist with my secretary for the rest of the day. Don't forget to see me tonight." With that, he put on a smile, so that she didn't think anything was amiss.

Jasmine moved off his desk, giving him a quick peck on the lips, saying, "You got it, boss-man."

She quickly picked up the papers, putting them back on his desk, then picking up the last crumpled paper and threw it out, finally leaving the room.

Kaiba followed her, and locked the door, then moved swiftly back to the phone, picking it up. "I need to know who this woman is. Hack into the police files, I don't care what you do. I want to know where she came from, and who she is. Look into our own files, if you have to, as well. Maybe she was an ex-employee who got pissed off, and is pretending to be someone else. Whoever she is....find her! I'll be there soon. I also want you to start checking out the computer for any viruses, or any possible security breaches that may have slipped by. If she's a spy, then she's after something."

"We'll go through everything, sir."

Kaiba quickly packed up, unlocked the door, and left, heading to security to try and find out about this information, himself. He had considered calling Mokuba about the matter, but didn't want to upset his brother. Instead, he ordered an upped security to keep watch on Mokuba from a distance, to make sure he was safe, yet remained far enough away so Mokuba wouldn't know there was a potential problem. He also called his brother, lying that there was an emergency stockholders meeting he had to go to, so that he couldn't help him today. Mokuba understood these things happened, and didn't question it.

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The rest of the day, Kaiba went searching through information to find out about their mysterious temp worker, while the guards looked through the security tapes of every day and night, trying to keep track of exactly where Jasmine had gone.

Kaiba had run into something rather interesting. When he tried to find out who the person was that typed Jasmine's information into the system, what security clearance this person had, it activated a virus. But this virus was very unusual. Though it was a very dangerous self-duplicating virus that couldn't simply be removed by any anti-virus programs, this virus program strangely did not spread. Any person that planted a virus into his system normally tried to destroy as much data as they possibly could. Yet, whoever put this in, seemed to be extra careful not to damage anything else, simply to protect the security clearance file from being tapped. But who had the knowledge of putting in such a virus, yet such care to not want anything from Kaiba Corp to be damaged? If they didn't want it damaged, that meant they wanted to access Kaiba Corp's files for something....that was the only reason he could come up with.

A security guard then came over, saying, "Mr. Kaiba, you might find this interesting...."

He approached the monitor that showed a video recording of Jasmine entering the Kaiba Corp building, except it was the back door, and it was 9pm at night. They then showed films from other cameras, showing where she walked....down the hall, up the elevator, eventually making it to Kaiba's own experiment room. She pulled out one of their own security clearance cards, punching in the code, opening the door and stepping inside. "Unfortunately, since this room was of such high clearance, there were no cameras to show what she was doing there."

Kaiba crossed his hands, looking intently as the woman he thought he could trust entered the high security door. "This has to have something to do with Charujin....I'm sure of it. No other company even knows about this experiment going on. You would think they wouldn't try something so stupid though, after I was so close to almost destroying them already once." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Well, I see two options at the moment. We can go about this the hard way or the easy way."

"Which would be, sir?" The guard asked.

"We can go through the high security area with a fine-tooth comb, and question everyone about this matter - which would be the hard way, or we can simply wait and go right to the source, itself....and question Jasmine about it tonight." Kaiba stated. He turned to look at the time of the clock, adding, "And seeing what time it is, I think it would be simple enough to wait for her to meet with me, and deal with her, then."