Author notes: I want reviews. Oh yes and One mroe thing I apologise for all typos here but my online spell check wouldn't work and so instead of waiting on it I decided to simply post it miss spellings and all

Shippo called early one morning. In fact it was so early I could hardy believe it was him. The little guy was calling to see if I would cover for him should he end up going out tonight. I knew he meant out with his girlfriend. They were both dying for a bit more intimacy and it was all I could do to hope he didn't mean sleeping with her. Sure it was alright if I slept with people but hell I was 19 and I didn't really even want to have sex.

I yawned and set the phone on it's cradle and took a look at the clock, 5:40 am. 'Damn,' I thought. Well I wasn't about to get anymore sleep so I'd just need plenty of concealer to hide the dark circles that would likely be under my eyes I lugged on my house coat and slipped my Pooh slippers onto my feet. I drug my feet arcoss the floor to carry me into the kitchen part of my living room. I was still very sleepy yes but for some reason I didn't feel like going back to sleep.

A pot of coffee was made and toast burned in the toaster and I sat, watching a bit of T.V. while I waited on my breakfast. I sighed long and loud just to get it out of my system before I went off to work. It was hard to believe that Sesshoumaru had been my employer for nearly a week now and he had hardly said more than twenty words to be excluding the first day and interview. I'd always expected him to be quiet but demanding. Demanding in a way that if you did something wrong you were going to feel guilty and if you didn't fix it now then the whole company could fail. Of coarse I didn't blame him because one simple mistake could cost him his high stock rating and perhaps a large portion of his fortune.

It was then that I turned off the Television. There was no need to waste electricity on a programe I wasn't even going to watch. Five minutes later I went and got my toast which was now a horrible crisp, my coffee had long been gone and so I poured myself some Corn flakes and disposed of the toast crisp.

I lounged around while I ate, flipping through the employee's manual that Sesshoumaru had pointed out I was to memorise and if he had to would quiz me upon the material at the end of the week. I was surprised that I had already gotten the gist of it without spending nearly every waking moment reading the thing over.

What had bugged me all week was that no matter what I could not stop thinking of the gorgeous man who each weeday would waltz into our office and sit behind his desk and await instruction on how his day had been planed out. I was still very shy with him muttering a greeting and a farewell each day but not saying much else that didn't relate to work. He'd never forced conversation. Today would be different but I didn't know that quite yet.

I readied myself for work slower than usual. I was more tired than I usually was in the morning. I made a mental note to tell Shippo never to call me that early again or I'd have to stop covering for him when he went out on dates and mother thought they always got along wonderfully. She would be dredfully dissapointed if ever she should learn of the childish disputes that often broke out.

I walked into the office later than usual despite my early start. Sesshoumaru was not there yet and for this I thanked god hevily. He walked in a half hour later after my things had already been aranged. It looked like I had been there an hour previous to his entry and it was exactly what I wished to feign. Sesshoumaru stoped at my desk and we muttered out greetings as per the usual routine but something struk me to be different today. He didn't just carry on, he stood there a moment and then fumbled with his coat pocket. After a few moments pause he drew out a small stack of enveopes. They were of elaborate design desipte how simple they may have appeared. They were made of a thick non-recyclable paper much like parchment and were written upon with bright red loopy cursive writing that had been extended with many loopy things to make it look far fancier. Each invitation or I thought that they were invitations had a single red ribbon strung about it and the ends fastened together with a loopy bow. Sesshoumaru leafed through them a while and picked one from the pile and placed it upon my desk. It had my name on it. I, Kagome Higurashi, nobody important was invited to something seemingly important. My mirth was ended before it began to overflow when he placed half of the pile onto my desk and motioned for me to open my invitation.

"Go ahead and open it. I can see it's killing you not to. The rest can wait a while," Sesshoumaru said. It was like he knew that inside I was exploding with anticipation. He should have known as well that I am a rather shy person at times and needed his permission to open my beautiful letter.

"Oh thank you Sesshoumaru!" I cried and my nimble fingers wound about the envelope, pulling it closer. I pulled the ribbon out of it's bow and placed it carefully upon my desk. Inside I was exploding with anticipation. The suspence was killing me but still I went slow, savoring every moment. Finally after what seemed like forever I pulled the parchment like paper from it's sheaf. The words were quite literally engraved into the paper although glistened with a golden hue. The lettering read:

On behalf of Mr. Sesshoumaru Taisho and Co.

Kagome Higurashi

is invited to the Belated Celebration of the Birthday of Mr. Sesshoumaru Taisho

to be held on June the 21st at the Tokyo Exclusive

I smiled and tucked it away in my purse. The Exclusive was a celeberty filled banquet, dance floor and terrace was something that many wished to see off of T.V. It was not especially interesting or paticularly exciting but it was the celeberties that showed up.I always knew that Sesshoumaru went but I didn't know that some of his employees were also invited. I smiled at him and said a quiet thanks to him. I knew he heard although I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. The other invitations were shoved toward me, the better part of fifty of them were in the pile. I knew he meant for me to go around and give them out. My only problem was I didn't know everyone. Sesshoumaru quickly remedied this.

"Take these around let anyone you wish see them I honestly don't care. If there is any name you don't recagnise come and get me and I shall introduce you once all the rest are given out"

I nodded in agreement and smiled at him. He looked as if he needed a smile or perhaps a hug. I, however wasn't about to hug him that was the job of a lover or close friend not a secretary. Quietly I excused myself and headed out the door. I leafed through the papers. There was but one name I knew 'Miroku Houshi' All 56 others I had no clue about. Oh well I guessed Sesshoumaru and I would at least get quality bonding time.

After our quality bonding time Sesshoumaru had me work on other things. I was busy all day and went home very tired. I had all tonight to buy my dress. I was permitted to leave as soon as my daily duities were finished. I left early but not before I asked one last question

"Mr. Sesshoumaru, must I bring you a gift or is my presence at the party enough?" I asked.

"No, I would prefer it if you didn't. I shall see you tomorrow" He said motioning for me to leave.

"Good night Mr. Sesshoumaru" I said walking out the door with a smile on my face and a spring in my step I would spare no expence to impress him tomorrow night. Tomorrow I would shine like never before. I would sparkle for that man I couldn't get out of my head, that man I had fallen fiercly for, without even knowing it.

I hadn't bothered with setting a limit to how much I spent. I wanted to look fabulous and rich that night. I would have no diamonds or jewels but I could have a dress, make-up and shoes. I was no professional at hair but that's why Sango and I had always gotten ready for dances or partys at each others houses. I had bought a marvolous dress. I wasn't really sure if I could measure up to all of the other guests but they had money that I could never imagine having. My dress was midnight blue and had a one-shoulder style. It was covered in swirls of sparkles and the air where I walked had sparkles floating in it. The bodice hugged my curves and at my hips it taipered down to meet my toes. A slit rose from the bottom to meet my lower thigh. In this dress This dress made me feel magical. I worse black, strappy pumps with it and had my hair done by Sango in an excuisit bun, complete with a very small silver coloured tiara. I wore my silver locket given to me for my 19th birthday by Inu Yasha. Bangles hung off my wrists in silver clumps, I was magnificant.

Tonight would be amazing, I knew it. I couldn't wait for Sesshoumaru's reaction. I didn't truly expect one but one can always hope. Inu Yasha of coarse would be there. Sesshoumaru and Inu Yasha didn't exactly have a very loving relationship. In fact I heard that Inu had almost been killed by Sesshoumaru once but in the end Sesshoumaru saved him, getting terrible injuries that no normal man could sustain but my employer was no normal man. I could tell it from the second I first walked into Miroku's bland office for my interview, I could sence the fact that he was different. It was inexplicable so I blamed it upon my miko powers. I was trained as a shrine maiden and should the sacred jewel of four souls ever return I was also taught the assorted magics of a priestess so that the cursed jewel may be purified.

I stood in front of the mirror and perfected myself for the final time that night. Outside I heard the beeping of a car horn, Miroku was already here. He had requested to bring Sango and offered me a ride. I'd gracously accpeted. There was quite honestly nothing like driving with Miroku. He was never drunk but he drove fast and hugged the turns in his convertable. I suppose since he had such a boring job in so bland a setting Miroku needed a bit of action and so he drove fast and I'd heard that he was once a street racer. I don't really think it's true.

It was with great confidance that I had never known myself to have that I walked out my door. I'd always been rather shy but tonight even I had to admit I looked amazing. I walked down the hallway, out the door, down the walkway and into the blue convertable. Miroku, being himself sped off along the road as soon as I got the door closed, typical. I fumbled with my seatbelt while Sango tried to talk to me.

"So... you must have spent plenty on the dress. Who is he?"

"I spent a lot thank you and what do you mean 'he'?"

"The guy you're trying to impress. A girl wouldn't just go out and spend her money that we know she doesn't nearly have enough of on nobody"

I gasped. I couldn't tell her about my secret infatuation with Sesshoumaru. I just couldn't. She'd laugh or something. Perhaps if I was lucky she'd tell me not to get my hope up. I knew Sesshoumaru well enough to know that the chances of him evern likeing me a bit were very low.

"Oh my god. You didn't. You just couldn't have. I mean honestly you can't like Sesshoumaru that way can you?"

I blushed, she had taken my silence as a hint at my embarassment at falling for such a man. I knew she could see my impression of a cherry and I also knew that I couldn't stop it from happening. Well this was what I got for letting myself fall for Sesshoumaru, I usually know better too than to let myself get into this type of perdicament.

"Well umm Sango. I don't know what to tell you. I'm not really sure. I mean I still miss Inu Yasha terribly but I need to move on"

"To his brother?!?"

"It's just a crush I'm sure I'll get over it soon enough."

"It's your call but please, don't do anything hasty" Sango said, her concern obvious until he hit a turn in the road and it melted away into a vague expression of sickness. Miroku did drive too fast but I liked it that way. This way I didn't have to tell Sango anymore about it.

We soon pulled up to the place of the party. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my chest, every thump made my butterflies rise in my chest. My anticipation grew with every second. Withough forcing more stress upon myself I pushed open the door of the convertible and steped out. My foot hit the ground and then the other joined it. I straightened and walked out of the car, shutting the door behind me.

It was with great anticipation that I walked down that 'carpet' and up to the revolving door. With one last deep breath I went through the revolving door and into the party of my life.
Authors notes: Well there ends Chapter three. I want 20 reviews before I post Chapter four