Callie moaned as the phone rang next to her ear, pulling her out of sleep's sweet embrace. She buried her head under her pillow, and then shot up when the phone rang again. "Dammit, who the hell is calling?" she muttered, grabbing the phone.
"Hello?" she asked, covering her mouth with a hand as she yawned.
"Yes, this is Ryo Ameratsu, Seto Kaiba's secretary. He asked me to call you on his behalf. He wishes for you to call him at a later time today, preferably around 10:00 or so." Callie blinked.
"Excuse me, but do you mean Mokuba Kaiba?" she asked.
"No, Miss, Seto Kaiba. He wishes to speak with you." Callie sighed.
"Very well. If you could just give me the number, that would be great. You said around ten, correct?" she asked, getting up and heading into her study. She shuffled through the masses of papers flooding her desk until she found an address book. The secretary reeled off the number, and Callie scribbled it down, her eyes glazed over as she committed it to memory as well.
"Thank you, Miss Haveles," the secretary said quietly, hanging up. Callie sat there for a minute, the dial tone buzzing in her ear.
"That…was weird. I wonder what he wants," she murmured to herself, stretching. She glanced at the clock. 9:18. With a small smile, she flicked on her radio, walked into her bathroom, and turned on the water in the shower. She picked up the phone again, slipping out of her pajama pants as she dialed.
"Hey Mar, what's up?" she asked, recognizing her aunt's voice. "Do me a favor? Tell the kidlets that I'm wicked sorry, but I have to drop the date we have today. Tell them I'll take them somewhere soon. I promise, really. Mhmm. Okay, I love you too. Ciao, Mar," she said, pulling off her shirt. She tossed her pajamas into dirty laundry bin and closed the door to her bathroom, getting ready to wake herself up with the shower.
Ten minutes later, she emerged, dripping wet, wringing her hair out and forming puddles on her tiled bathroom floor. She thought she'd heard something, but she shrugged it off, knowing that her doors had all been locked. Then the phone rang again. She pushed the bathroom door open, and glared at the ringing device, refusing to leave the steamy sanctuary of her bathroom. She sighed, and decided to let the answering machine take it. She heard the distant beep as the machine clicked on as she wrapped her robe around her, and began digging through her drawers. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a tank top, and then headed to her closet. She grabbed a men's shirt, underwear and a bra as well.
She threw on all her clothes, discarding her robe on a chair. She grabbed her hairdryer, and plugged it in, playing with the outlet a little bit. It was a bad habit of hers. She took around fifteen minutes to dry her hair, to her dismay. She flipped her head up, stumbling a bit as all the blood rushed from her head. She threw on mascara and eyeliner, and then walked back out into her bedroom, picking up her robe and hanging it up. She glanced at the clock. 9:57. She stretched, sighing, and then grabbed the phone, reclining on her bed.
She pulled the number from memory, and then checked it on the paper, and swore as she realized she'd missed one digit. She dialed with a shrug, and picked up a book, finding her place in the story. "Hello?" a male voice asked. Callie smiled to herself. He sounded cold over the phone, as well.
"Hello, Mr. Kaiba? This is Callie Haveles. I received a phone call from your secretary that you wished to speak with me," she said, flopping on her stomach, trying to unbutton one of her buttons with one hand. She heard him sigh, and frowned.
"Yes, Ms. Haveles. You know my younger brother relatively well, correct?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it.
"That would be correct."
"Well, I've made a promise to him, that he could hire the next caretaker. He chose you, so I'm obligated to offer you the job." Seto said. Callie snorted.
"You sound really excited about it, Mr. Kaiba," she said.
"Stop by tomorrow morning at 8:00. I'll talk with you then," he said, hanging up. Callie glared at the phone, as if it were the item's fault.
"Goodbye to you, too, you jerk. You'll be lucky if I take this job," she hissed, banging the phone down. Even as she said it, she knew she would take it. She didn't have a job at the moment, and while money was truly no issue for her, it would give her something to do. And she would hate to let Mokuba down. She could only imagine how lonely that boy must feel sometimes. After all, Amaya paid no attention to him, and his brother was rarely home. Not to mention that he had asked for her! She would take it. But Seto Kaiba had another thing coming if he thought that it meant that she would tolerate being pushed around.
Callie puttered around, making breakfast fast. Of all the nerve of him, not asking if she might have had an appointment or something. Luckily enough, she didn't, even though it was a Friday morning. She placed her plate of waffles on the table, and then eyed them. She didn't want them. With a curse and a sigh, she trudged upstairs to her room, and pulled on a random outfit. She checked herself in the mirror, decided that she really didn't care, and ran down the hallway in her slippers, sliding to a stop right in front of the stairs. She slid down her banister, landing with a squeal and a soft thump. She kicked off the slippers, put on some slide-on heels, and took off out the door.
Seto Kaiba was concentrating when his secretary decided that he just wasn't stressed out enough. "Mr. Kaiba?" she asked softly. He heaved a dismayed sigh.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Ms. Haveles has arrived," Ryo said quietly, her eyes hard. She never quite got over this man. He thought he was so much better than her, and it irritated her to no end! Seto sighed.
"Send her in, then," he muttered, turning back to the computer to finish his paragraph. He heard Callie come in, but he continued typing. After two or so minutes, a hand entered his field of vision and grabbed one of his wrists. He contained the urge to throw the person across the room, and looked up. Callie let go of his wrist, her eyes boring into him.
"It's rude to keep someone waiting, especially when you arranged the appointment, Mr. Kaiba," she scolded. He scowled, and motioned her into a seat. He took a minute to examine the woman who might be taking care of his brother. Her platinum hair was in a loose bun, strands falling all over the place. Her glasses were perched on top of her head, and her emerald eyes watched him closely. Her jeans were tight, and her shirt was a loose peasant shirt. He nearly died at the thought of what the visiting executives must have thought at the low cut neckline. She tilted her head.
"Can I help you?" she asked him, her eyes glinting.
"My brother wishes you to be his caretaker. I'm offering you the job, if you're qualified enough. Now, the pay is-"
"The pay is not important in the slightest. I've been taking care of children for a good portion of my life. In the last year and a half, Sheridan and Aidan have been my main charges. I know a good bit of first aid, and so on and so forth. If you accept my qualifications, I will take the job and start whenever." Seto blinked.
"Very well. I have actually called your family to see what they would say, and they said that you were a responsible caretaker. I'll expect you tomorrow at seven. Is there anything you want to say?"
Callie glanced at him, and a small smile came over her face. "Yeah. Try not to annoy your secretary much more. She might just off you." she said, and slid out the door before Seto could respond.
The CEO raised an eyebrow. "Very well, Haveles. If you want to play, let's play."
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