Aleera: HI!!!waves like a maniac Just so you know, I don't own Yuyu Hakusho (or Yuu Yuu Hakusho, depends on where you're from)
Naomi: Enjoy the story!
Shikida Industries, Tokyo, Japan, January, 2005
Nineteen year old Naomi Shikida sat her desk and stamped papers boredly. She was one of the most powerful industry owners in the entire world-and yet she didn't care. Some looked at her as an apathetic girl, but most just thought she wasn't into political and international power like nearly every other human being residing on the blue rock that was Earth. Naomi now just sat with her chin in her palm, as she repeated the same phrase over and over rhythmically as the stamp hit the paper.
"Rejected…rejected…rejected…rejected…."
Naomi sighed discontentedly. TapTapTap. Naomi looked up with slight hope something even remotely interesting had occurred somewhere in the twelve story building.
"Miss Shikida?"
"Yes?"
Naomi's timid secretary Lisa poked her head in the door.
"I have more files from America."
.........jeeze, not again......... Naomi thought bitterly.
"Okay…."
"And Ms.Tyrian wishes to see you again."
Uh-oh. Tyrian the Terror. Talk about scary timing. Calonine Amandas Tyrian was the most annoying client Naomi ever had. The woman was constantly complaining about "flaws in the industries' financial systems". Naomi supplied Tyrian with painting tools and books for her art academy, but never seemed to stop demanding lower prices on the stuff.
Naomi grabbed her coat and sped out the door.
"Lisa, tell Tyrian I can't speak to her!" Naomi shouted over her shoulder.
"What excuse should I give her this time?" Lisa shouted back.
"Ummm, tell her I had to go home early or something!"
"Yes, ma'am, I tell her just that!"
Naomi ran out of the tall building with a victorious grin on her face.
Sorry, Tyrian, she thought, not today!
Well, hope you liked it! I'll have the next chapter up bythe 19that the latest. R&R, but no flames-they're really mean and rude sometimes. See ya! J