a/n: Oh, god! This is so devastating. My sister told me that I posted the wrong chapter! Anyway, this is the real next chapter. Yeah, yeah. I'm so stupid and amateur! kuso!

Anyway, this is the real next chapter.

CHAPTER 6: THE MYSTERIOUS GROOM

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hiseki," Madame Shirowa said as a man entered her office.

"You called me?" he asked.

She smiled. "Of course, of course," the miser happily replied. "I'm here to talk about your engagement."

"My engagement?" he asked, hiding his confusion on the matter.

"I can recall that you told me that you'll do anything for gratefulness, am I right?" Madame Shirowa confirmed. "No. Don't give me a face like that. I have your word and I'm not as old as you expected."

"Then, what does my engagement mean?" Mr. Hiseki asked. "Actually, if this is not out of gratefulness, I could have backed-out. Madame, it's not on my way of life…"

Madame Shirowa blocked him out. "You do know me, Mr. Hiseki. If your position is not important, you can step right out of here and you'll pay for that," she threatened. "And I know someone will take hold of the responsibility that should be yours."

The man stopped. This woman knows about everything. Maybe she'll get the only person he's got just to make him marry someone he didn't know. "What is the reason for this engagement?" he asked.

"Why are you asking?" Madame Shirowa asked back. "The stocks are everything. Once you will be united to our family, there's no way others can get the chair position," she said.

"What is your daughter's name?" the man asked for the last time.

"The Chairman of Aereal Group of Companies in the Western Charter," Madame Shirowa introduced. "Shirowa Fuuko."

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"Ma, why do I have to go to Aereal Hotel?" Fuuko asked her other early in the morning.

"Fuuko, I would like you to go here and talk about something," her foster mother replied.

Fuuko blew her now auburn hair and said, "Fine, fine. What's my attire?"

"Formal. And make yourself as beautiful as possible," her new mother reminded.

"Fine. Bye," she said, hanging up the phone. "Mi-chan?" he called out.

"Yes?" he asked back, not looking at her. He was busy finishing the statistics about their survey.

"Formal attire tonight, eight o' clock," she said. Not waiting for any argument or reply, she stood up and proceeded upstairs.

She let herself fall on her bed and she was thinking. "I think this is the time she was waiting for," she thought, rolling and now lying on her stomach. "For sure, she'll have me meet that dumb groom-to-be. When should I tell Mi-chan?" she asked herself. She didn't notice it, but she fell asleep after that.

She woke up, lunchtime. She was thinking if she should tell Tokiya everything. Everything she wanted to say before it's too late.

"Fuuko, it's lunch now," Tokiya grunted, knocking on her door. She got out of it and faced Tokiya.

"Mi-chan, I…" she started to stutter. "Well, I…" she started to look at all directions, as though pleading for help.

"What?" he started impatiently.

"I… I'm hungry!" she squealed, running downstairs.

Tokiya hung his head down in disappointment. Actually, he was expecting something important from Fuuko's lips.

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"Why do you have to take me here?" Tokiya asked Fuuko, who held his arm tightly that he felt it would break. "This is, I think, something personal," he said.

"I don't care. You're my personal counsel," Fuuko insisted.

"Fine then," Tokiya said. He decided not to argue.

As soon as they reached the lobby, a man addressed her and accompanied them inside a small private room.

"Fuuko, it's nice to see you again," Madame Shirowa said, her jewelries rivaling the glitter of the crystal chandelier. She hugged Fuuko who smiled back and sat down on a chair. "And it's Mr. Mikagami. Do you take care of her work?" she asked him kindly.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, bowing down.

He was gestured to sit down. He did so, beside Fuuko. They caught each other's eyes.

"Fuuko, you're here to meet your fiancé," Madame Shirowa said.

Fuuko hid her anger and Tokiya hid his frustration. A fiancé? Who in the world will have a fiancé that she will just meet on that day? Tokiya saw two ring boxes and nodded a little.

"He'll be arriving shortly," Madame Shirowa said. "He's just new but he's the next biggest stockholder in the Aereal Group. If we are able to bond ties with him, surely, the Aereal will be securely with us," she said happily. Tactless. She wasn't thinking of Fuuko's sour face and her savage attempt to gun down her foster mother.

An hour passed by… "Mother, this is getting stupid," Fuuko said, trying to hide her hopeful voice. "Will this guy arrive? It's an hour already!" She blew her hair and murmured, "How impolite."

Another hour passed… Fuuko became impatient. She stood up and said, out of her wits, "I can't take it anymore! I won't accept any of these stupid arranged marriages and that's final!"

Madame Shirowa was wide-eyed, unable to speak. She tried to but she just looked like a fish out of water. Fuuko stood up and slammed the door, running away to the hotel garden.

"I don't know if people are just tactless, or careless, or whatever!" she wondered aloud, throwing a stone in the pool (which is really forbidden in hotels, I know). "And I don't know how much layer of ice I should have to scrape off before that bugnut tells me what he really feel!" she shouted, causing some distracted birds to fly out. Tears started to go down her cheeks, and then she started to cry. Luckily, a hand gave her a handkerchief. She looked up to thank the man but she narrowed her eyes to the sight…

a/n:

A cliffhanger but you don't need to guess who Fuuko's fiancé is. Please review!