A/N: Well, here I am with chapter two! Thanks to you that reviewed! I'm glad you like it. I kept waiting for a Regal/Presea, but one never showed up, so I decided to write one. I wasn't sure how well it would go over, since there a lot of Genis/Presea fans out there, but I got four reviews! Thats good enough for me. Hehe. Well, here is chapter two!

Disclaimer: Don't own Tales of Symphonia.

Chapter 2: The Gang Arrives

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Having delivered the coffee to Regal's office, Presea shuffled about her office idly, wondering what to do. She thought being an assistant would be more lively- seeing as how she was the president of the company personal assistant and all. But Presea had quickly realized that Regal was very efficient on his own. Sometimes she wondered why he even had an assistant, seeing as how she didn't do all that much. But she wasn't one to knock a good thing, and Martel knew that this position was much better than the one she had started with.

Presea gave a small shudder as she rembered her previous occupation: Mail Sorter. It's task was it's title. She had spent all day sorting through every envelope the company received, and the company received a lot of mail. Day-in and day-out, nothing but mail. Mail, mail, mail. She had even dreamed about mail. Needless to say, she had hated that job. When Regal approached her with the propsal of being his assistant, she had jumped at the offer.

So now here she was, sitting on her office couch, wondering what it was she could do to pass off the time.

Presea soon decided that the file cabinet needed to be organized, so she set out to tackle the task. She had just emptied the metal cabinet of all of it's content and was in the process of sorting through them when he intercom buzzed, alerting her of it's presence.

"Presea? Are you avalible?"

Presea, sighing from her position on the floor, quickly stood up and smoothed out her black skirt, as if he could see through the device. She walked over to the intercom, which sat on her desk, and pressed a button. "Yes, Sir. What do you need?"

She almost swore she heard a smile in his voice at the formal title. "Could you come to my office? I need your assistance."

"Of course, Sir. I'll be right there," Presea replied, pressing another button and ending thier conversation. Perhaps he does need an assistant, the young, pink haired woman mused, walking out of her office and down a short hall way until she stood outside of Regal's grand office doors.

Giving a slight knock, Presea opened the door without waiting for a reply and found herself in the familiar office of Regal Bryant. If she thought her office was large, then Regal's was huge. It's four walls were not walls at all, but windows- well except for the one wall the housed the door- and all of them displayed a view of the ocean. Along one window was a comfortable looking chair set, facing the ocean; along another was a sort of mini bar, though she rarely saw it being used; in the middle was a couch and table set, much like her own only larger; and directly in front of her was Regal's desk, complete with computer system, large stacks of paper, intercom, and other items that you would expect to find in an office. All of the things were very familiar to Presea, including the blue haired President sitting behind his desk. All, that is, but the client sitting before Regal.

When she had delivered the coffee, Presea hadn't seen the young client. Where he had been was beyond Presea, but now that she saw him, she noticed that he was young. Younger than Regal by about five years, she guessed. So that would make him about about twenty-seven years old.

She gave the young man a quick once-over, deducing that her was rather good-looking. With short, brown hair, dark brown eyes, chiseled facial structures, and broad shoulders that nicely filled out his black suit, Presea took the liberty of guessing that he turned quite a few heads. She smiled politely at the young man, and continued past him to Regal's side.

"What is that you needed, Sir?" she asked the older man, addressing him formally in front of the client. In another scenario, she would have most likely called him by his name. It was what he- and she- preferred.

Regal looked up at her and motioned toward the computer. "It seems to be frozen. The mouse is immobile. Perhaps you can repair the problem?"

Presea looked at the computer screen and realized it was an easy problem to fix. She pressed a few keys, clicked the mouse a couple of times, and then held down some more keys. "There. Promblem eliminated," she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Presea. I do not know how I would survive without you."

A small blush crept to her cheeks at the compliment, and Presea gave a small nod of her head, trying to hide it. "It was no problem at all, Mr. Bryant."

"Seems as though assistants are handy to have around. I think I'll have to get me one," the client spoke up, smiling at the duo before him.

"Ah, where are my manners?" Regal stood from his position behind his desk. "Presea, this is Mr. Duke Calabren. Mr. Calabren, may I introduce to you my assistant, Miss Presea Combitir."

"It is a pleasure, Mr. Calabren," Presea greeted, bowing slightly at the waist. It was how she greeted every client Regal introduced her to, because most all of his clients were very wealthy, and very powerful. Just as Regal, really.

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Miss Combitir. And please, call me Duke," the young man replied, giving a slight bow of his own.

"Duke," Presea said with a small smile. She gave a quick glance in Mr. Calabren's direction, and found that he was staring at her intently. She found herself blushing again, though this time she felt slightly odd. The way he was staring at her...she couldn't explain it, but it made Presea feel unnerved, and she suddenly wanted to leave.

She turned back to her employer. "Mr. Bryant, if that is all you need..." Presea let her words trail off, hoping that Regal could read her mind and give her permission to leave.

"Yes. Thank you, Presea, that is all for now," Regal said, noticing the slight change in Presea's demeanor.

Presea saw the questioning look in Regal's dark blue eyes, but ignored it. "If you need me, don't hesitate to call." She made her way towards the door. "Good day, Mr. Calabren, Mr. Bry-"

Presea was abruptly cut-off as the door to Regal's office came flying open, swinging on it's hinges with a force that would have knocked Presea unconscious, had she not jumped back

"Hey Regal!"

"Lloyd," Regal greeted warmly, moving from behind his desk to grasp the hand of the young man. "How are you?"

"Great!" Lloyd answered enthusiastically, as five more people filed into the room behind him. "What about-"

"There you are!"

All heads turned towards the entrance of the office, where a young, out of breath, blond woman stood, glaring at Lloyd with an intensity that matched his enthusiasm.

"Mr. Bryant, I tried to tell them that they couldn't see you without an appointment, but it was like talking to a wall," the woman explained, advancing towards Lloyd. "I'm so sorry. I'll remove them your office immediately."

"Mindy-"

"I tried to call your assistant, but she wasn't at her post, as usual. I honestly don't know why you hired her. She has no experience at all, where I have five years under my belt."

"Mindy-" Regal tried again, but he failed again, as well.

"But, anyways, I'll escort these barbarians out of your office," Mindy continued, having reached a baffled Lloyd's side.

"Mindy," Presea spoke up, moving to Lloyd's side as well. "These people do have an appointment with Mr. Bryant."

"No, they do not. I checked the schedule, and after Mr. Bryant's meeting with Mr. Calabren, his day is clear for the possibility of the arrival of his colleauges," Mindy told Presea, her tone of voice suggesting that she was speaking to an imbecile.

"We are those friends," Zelos began, appearing beside Mindy, "But if you'd like to escort me downstairs, then I'd have no objections, my beautiful hunny."

"Zelos!" Sheena hissed, coming up beside the red-head. She raised her hand and slapped him on the shoulder. "Now is not the time!"

"Oww! What did I do to deserve that!"

Regal chuckled, observing his old comrades. Nothing had changed. Sheena and Zelos were still sparring, Lloyd and Colette were still with in mere inches of each other at all times, and Genis and Raine still looked as though they were surrounded by idiots. It was good to see his friends again.

"These are you friends? The people who helped you unite the two worlds?" Mindy questioned in disbelief, her gaze traveling to a flustered Sheena to a sulking Zelos. She had never been one for television, so she had never seen their faces, but surely these people couldn't have united the worlds. They were...commoners!

"Yes, Mindy, they are. I thank you for your concern, but it was unnecessary. If you would excuse us-"

"Of course, Mr. Bryant. My apologies." Mindy threw her blond hair over her shoulder and smoothed out her blue dress suit. "Good day," she called over her shoulder, opening the door and then disappearing from view.

"Who was that?" Genis Sage, the youngest of the group, asked, stepping foward from the back of the room.

"Mindy, my receptionist," Regal explained. "She is..."

"A pain in the-" Presea began, but Duke Calabren's voice interrupted her.

"Is today a bad time? If you would like for me to reschedule..."

"Are we interrupting something?" Raine questioned, stepping forward to stand by her younger brother. "We could wait for you, if we are."

"Well, I am with a client," started Regal, motioning toward Duke with his arm.

"Well then, we'll just go bug Presea until your done here," said Zelos, over his earlier spat with Sheena. "Where is my little Rosebud?"

Regal glanced at Presea very quickly and smiled. "I cannot say that I know for certain where she is. This young lady here can take you to her office, and you can wait for me in there. Surely Presea will turn up soon."

Zelos gave the 'young lady' a once over, and offered his arm. "Well you cute lil' thing, please lead the way."

Presea stifled a laugh, and took Zelos' arm. As she led the group to her office, she glanced back at Sheena. She knew the young woman liked Zelos, as much as she tried to hide it. As she figured, Sheena was glaring intently at the back of his ex-Choosen's head, but when she saw Presea, the young woman quickly turned her attention to the floor.

They rounded the corner, and Presea showed them into her office. Lloyd and Colette took a seat on the couch, while the others stood, mulling about the room.

"So, where is Presea," asked Genis. He hadn't seen her since they had all went their seperate years nearly a year ago, and he was excited at the prospect of getting to see her again. He had had a sort of 'crush' on her during their journey, and he had finally worked up enough nerve to act on his feelings.

"You know, you look a bit like her. Are you her older sister?" the older half-elf woman questioned. "No, you couldn't be," Raine corrected herself, "She only had one sister."

At the mention of her sister, Presea glanced to the floor. But, she quickly shook of the depressed feeling and smiled at her friends. There was no way she was going to let the mere mention of her sister dampen her spirits. "I'm sure she is close by."

"Really! Where?" asked Colette excitedly, jumping off the couch. She couldn't wait to see her old friend.

"Oh, closer than you think," Presea continued her game, enjoying herself. They still had no clue that she was Presea.

"Where?" the blond girl asked again. She was practically jumping up and down.

Presea laughed at the sight and said, "I'm right here Colette."

The young girl's mouth dropped to the floor.

"But, your...old," Genis stammered. This couldn't be Presea! She was his age! Well, not technically, but still! How could he confess his feelings if she was old?

"Old? I'm only twenty-eight," Presea said, turning toward the young boy.

"So, it is you!" Raine exclaimed, her suspicions confirmed. "But, how...?"

"Yeah, you sure don't look like my little Rosebud," Zelos added, staring at Presea with a look of confussion.

"See this necklace?" Presea stated, pointing at the small necklace that hung around her neck. "Well, because it has a speical Key Crest, it negates all of my Exspheres toxins and shows my true age."

Lloyd stood up and walked over to her. "Wow, Presea. You got your time back."

"I know! Isn't it great?" she beamed, clasping Lloyd's hand. " I truely can't belive it sometimes."

"Presea, where did you get this?" Sheena spoke up, advancing towards her friend and fingering the necklace gently.

"Regal found it for me."

"Regal?"

"This is unbelievable," Colette spoke up.

"It's amazing," Raine said, awe in her voice.

"So, how did this all happen," asked Genis, confused out of his mind. Something that didn't happen very often.

Presea sat down on her couch and began explaining to her friends about how it happend. She told them about the necklace, the long week it took for her to look like this, and everything in between.

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Replies to my reviewers...

Tas: You love it? Yay! Here's your up-date.

Kei-Kun: I've always to see a R/P too. Never happend though, so I took matters into my own hand. If ya write one, remember to review to mine! Hehe. Glad you like it!

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Iceing Flower: Awsome? Whoo-Hoo! Hehe. I wasn't sure if how to solve the phyical appearence, but it just came to me. Thank God. I had to make Presea happy, I mean, she now looks her age, and she works at a huge company, so you know she get's paid alot. Lol. I'm glad you like it!

A/N: There's chapter two! What did ya thank? Let me know in a review! Thanks to you who did! Remember, keep it up! I'll bring you chapter three soon! As long as you still want a three. Well, that's all I guess. Don't forget to review!