Now what? So anyway, to those who made reviews…
Yanagichyan: I'll try making this fic light-hearted. I also like the idea of Tokiya being Fuuko's boss.
Lady-Sarah: ok, I'll try to.
Satsuki: thanks…
Master thief: so you mean, you're a…? pauses have fun!
CHAPTER 3: NEVER IN MY LIFE
Tokiya's POV
She looked stunned and I was amused at the way she looked. She screwed her face in the normal way. "What are you doing here, Mi-chan? Get outta here before the boss comes!" she shouted fearfully.
I smiled at her. "Are you asking for Mizu Takani?" I sat down properly and folded my arms on the desk. "Well, Ms. Kirisawa, Takani is just a screen name. The real CEO of this company is me," I reasoned out, pointing at the sign in front of my table. "Mikagami Tokiya, Chief Executive Officer, MizuCom" was written on the plaque.
She edged nearer and nearer to the plaque, seemed to be determined to prove that it was not my name written on the plaque.
She already realized. She looked at me gallingly and burst her anger. "SO! You planned to hire me, no?" she pointed her finger to me, accusingly. "YEAH! You want to have the fun out of me so you hired me! You, good-for-nothing, b…"
She stopped as I held my Swiss knife a few inches from her face. "Shut up, Fuuko, or I'll get the life out of you," I warned. I admit I like her being angry, she's just so cute.
She gulped but she is too smart. Held her palm on my face and pushed me. I just noticed that I ended up back to my chair.
I stood up again, arranging my suit. "Okay, Fuuko. If I knew that you are the very alluring, fashion icon soma-cum laude graduate of Harvard University, I'll never hire you as my consultant manager, taking the fact that you will be working directly with me, as an idea partner."
I could clearly see that she blushed at the remarks I told her. Even I am flabbergasted to know that she is the woman described by my colleagues as "alluring and "fashion icon" of America.
"I am tired of this Fuuko," I said, sighing. I pressed a button on my table and talked. "Ms. Fujimori, please come and take Ms. Kirisawa to her new office."
My secretary, Celine Fujimori, replied clearly, "Yes Mr. President. That I will." I sat down and stared at Mifuyu-san's portrait on the wall, thinking. 'When can I find someone who can make me forget you?' I asked the portrait stupidly, as though it would reply. Even Fuuko sat down into nothingness, staring at me as I looked with passion on the portrait, noticing that tears fall down from my eyes.
"Mi-ch… Mr. President?" she asked kindly, looking worried at my state of seclusion.
I wiped away my tears and looked at her. We stared each other until Celine knocked at the door.
"Mr. President, I am here to take Ms. Kirisawa to her office," she said sheepishly, maybe thinking that she's a big disturbing brat on the scene. Well for me, she is.
I nodded at her and offered Fuuko. She followed Celine obediently outside my office.
"I hope she likes my surprise," I smiled to myself.
Fuuko's POV
Celine looked at me, smiling. "Maybe Mr. Mikagami likes you," she said, plainly innocent at our catfight.
"Like? Celine, we're mortal enemies since… since…" Since when anyway, since he and Recca-kun fought? Since he called me "monkey?" Never mind. We walked quietly to the office at the end of the corridor.
Celine opened the dark room and left me. "Sayonara, Fuuko," she said, handling her fingers with a 'peace' sign.
"Now what?" I muttered. Surely, the interior design of this room is like Tokiya's, dull and gray. That was my first thought. I opened the lights and it revealed a beautifully designed room, filled with angels. On the painting of a beautiful angel at the back of my desk (a/n: just imagine the angel having purple hair), I saw something written on it:
"Guardian of Wind, Mikagami Tokiya"
I smiled. Little I did know that he knew how to paint. If he did this one, I'm sure he really prepared the room for me. How sweet! But what will the other employees think? Oh well, as long as I feel at home and as long as I give quality service, I won't be a rumor target.
I sat down on my chair and felt comfortable. Then, among the angel figurines on my desk (a/n: just pretend that fuuko loves angels), I saw a note, written in English and in miniscule handwriting…
"I hope you like it."
