CHAPTER 2: THE RICH AND THE FAMOUS
"How dare you speak ill of me?" Fuuko scolded him in a way that guilt will enter his mind. "What if I fire you this second?" she asked him indignantly yet calmly. "Mr. Mikagami, you should watch your tongue."
"But how… what… why?" Tokiya asked, utterly bewildered. "What are you doing here, Kirisawa Fuuko?" he finally burst out.
"Mikagami Tokiya, I don't have anything against my name but now, legally, my name is Shirowa Fuuko, or Wendellyn Shirowa in the States," she said. "If I know that you're the 'exceptionally bright, handsome (she made a disgusting expression), and trustworthy general manager of Aereal Japan,' I shouldn't have come here!"
The guard kicked the door open. "What is happening here?"
"And why are you butting in here?" Fuuko asked, fuming. "Get out!"
"Yes, Senorita Wendellyn," he said meekly.
Fuuko sat down, closed her eyes and breathed deeply, and regained her 'Senorita' composure. "Now, questions?"
"How come you're the adopted daughter of Madame Shirowa?" he asked first.
"She is the nearest relative of my late mother," Fuuko said sadly, taking a sip of wine. "Besides, she also adopted Ganko, or Primella," she said.
"How come your hair is black?" Tokiya asked her, totally stupid that because of a different hair and shades, he wasn't able to realize the person in front of her.
"Hello? As if hair dye would cost $30 million?" Fuuko said carelessly.
They were silent for a minute. Fuuko stood up and offered a hand. "I forgot formalities, Mr. Mikagami. It's a pleasure meeting you," she said.
Tokiya looked up on her. Her eyes were cold, full of sadness. He took her hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure, Senorita Wendy," he said, smiling to comfort her.