Chapter 3

Emma ran as fast as she could up the steps that lead to the KC building. She was late for work and having difficulty running in her heeled shoes. As she passed through the doors of the building she could see the elevator about to close. "Hold!" she yelled.

Kaiba who was stood in the elevator placed his foot out to stop the doors from closing. "You're late." he told Emma as she entered.

"I know." Emma panted. "The public transport from my new place is a joke." Once her first pay cheque had cleared she had moved out of Bakura's and in to her own apartment. "I could really do with getting my own wheels."

"It's not like we could do anything until the guests get here anyway." Kaiba said which let Emma know that her lateness was okay.

The panpipe music that Emma loathed played in the background. "Didn't you even consider changing this horrid music?" she asked him.

"Oh, I considered it." Kaiba replied.

"And?" Emma asked wanting to know more.

"And as you can hear, I have no plans to change it." Kaiba laughed to himself.

Emma covered her ears with her hands, as she really hated the music that much. She glared at Kaiba who was amused by the whole thing. She began to sing the first song that entered her head.

"Here's a llama, there's a llama,
And another little llama
Fuzzy llama, funny llama,
Llama, llama, duck.

Llama, llama, cheesecake, llama,
Tablet, brick, potato, llama,
Llama, llama, mushroom, llama,
Llama, llama, duck."

She could see Kaiba's smile turn in to laughter, which she hardly ever saw, so she guessed that she could put up with riding the elevator like this every once in a while.

Is that how it's told now?
Is it all so old?
Is it made of lemon juice?
Doorknob, ankle, cold,
Now my song is getting thin
I've run out of luck
Time for me to retire now
And become a duck.

Emma was still humming the same song as she placed her papers in to a file in her office. She made a sarcastic mental note to thank Sarah, who had introduced her to the song that was now driving her insane after she had sang through it for the dozenth time in a row.

With all her things ready for the presentation she made her way next door in to Kaiba's office. "Are you ready for the presentation?" she asked as she closed the door.

"As always." came Kaiba's reply as he sat typing away on his laptop.

Emma made her way over to the sofa and sat down. "I can't believe that it's taken just three weeks from when the contract was signed to today's revealing of the final product."

"Both of the technologies were there, it was just a case of bringing the two together." Kaiba was still typing away on the keyboard. "I think that this is going to be one of the most successful deals that my company has had."

"Maybe." Emma said but she still felt that there was something dodgy about the whole thing. But Kaiba was more than confident about the deal so she let it slip from her mind as she was probably worrying about nothing.

The phone rang and Kaiba answered it right away before it had chance to ring again. "Kaiba." There was a knock at the door. "What do you mean they're not coming!" He watched as Mokuba entered and sat on the sofa next to Emma. "I see, but things will still be continuing as planned as my team and I have spent too much time and effort to cancel the revealing at the last moment. I'll have someone contact them later to inform them of how it all went." he put the phone down and turned towards the sofa. "That was a call to say that Checkmate's representatives and guests are unable to attend so ……" He stopped as he slammed his laptop shut.

Emma felt Mokuba fidget beside her. Even though he was dealing with his brother's situation quite well he still felt really uncomfortable every time that the pop-ups happened.

A short period of silence past before Kaiba spoke. "What is it you want little brother?" he asked Mokuba.

"I just came to let you know that the first lot of guests have arrived, and are waiting in the presentation room." Mokuba explained.

"Then I guess we had better go show our faces and get this thing started." Emma said as she rose from the sofa with her file tucked under one arm.