"Shika, I need some papers made," Sakura said.
"You do have my cash from last time,right?" he asked lazily.
"Yeah ,yeah," Sakura mumbled irritably.
" Come over, hand me the cash,and then I'll make your papers for you. If that's a problem, Im sure someone else can do your papers," Shikamaru said.
"Ugh fine, you lazy bastard! This is the thanks I get for all the work I send your way!
"Give me the money or no papers and I expect 5,000 cash, " he said.
Sakura slammed the receiver on the phone and grabbed the leather jacket that hung, surprisingly neat for her, on the back of her swivel chair. She roughly pulled out a drawer on her desk and opened the tackle box with her spare cash in it.
Location: Secret Hideout
Saiurmma slammed the money on his desk and placed her arms akimbo, each one bent at the elbow width her hands on either hip. She slammed a handfmul of cash on the desk. She glared at him.
"I want my God damn papers THIS Friday at 6, you ungrateful bastard," she said," If you're late, there'll be so much lead in you , your mother would swear you're a pencil. Do you understand ?" she said with unexpected placidity.
"Look woman, there's no need to be so troublesome. I always deliver in a timely manner,"he answered with a sigh.
"You'd better," she huffed.
Uzumaki Residence
The spiky haired,blone snored loudly as noon approached. The alarm clock lay broken and forgotten in a distant corner. A well placed kick had rendered it useless. The groggy blonde was awakened by the blair of his ringtone. "Hello?" he answered groggily.
"Hey Sakura, did you need something?"
"Do you know if the Uchiha Compound is hiring ,Naruto?"
"I think I heard my old man and old Fugaku talking about that the other day. He mentioned something about needing a maid," he said.
"Do you think you could recommend me?" Sakura asked.
"Which one of your aliases are you using this time?" he asked with a sigh.
"I'll send you a picture of my ID, thanks!" she said.
Naruto sighed, scratched his butt, and headed toward his private , master bathroom.
Taisho Realtor Group Headquarters
Hinata's swollen fingers gently caressed the petal covered lock screen of her iPhone. A certain number had called earlier that morning and she ignored it,but that left her wondering if she had done the right thing. He was the father of her baby. Shouldn't they try to have some form of an amicable relationship? She took a deep breath and deposited the device in her top desk drawer.
She absentmindedly looked over at her boss. Since the workday began, and probably since the fiasco last weekend, he had barely said anything or glanced in her direction. Not that either of those things was out of the usual. Today , there seemed to be an unusually high amount of tension. He massaged his temples as he briefly glided in her direction. Hinata smiled wearily and he looked away.
"Mr. Taisho, I will be taking my break early today. I am not feeling well," Hinata said.
"The remainder of today , you can work from home. I wouldn't want someone I'm your condition overexerting themselves," he replied smoothly.
Hinata bowed deeply, exposing her neck to him with her belly mere inches way from the floor.
"I apologize for all the trouble I've caused you and your father,"she sobbed," I trusted someone I shouldn't have and now you're paying the cost of my poor judgment."
Sesshomaru helped Hinata to her feet. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to her chair , gently placing her in it.
"Ms.Hyuuga, please calm yourself," said calmly.
Hinata buried her face in his chest and sobbed pitifully. Her tears wet the front if his freshly starched button down. He gently stroked the back of her head until she fell asleep in his arms. A familiar warmth began to pool in his stomach. Nostalgia pricked at the distant corners of his memory.
What was it that drove his actions? What had him here, rubbing her back and uttering reassurances in her ear? He pondered this as she slept soundly in her chair. Glancing at her sleeping form roused emotions, confusing and conflicting ones that made his heart ache. He tucked a strand of midnight colored hair behind her ear.
He missed her.
Thirty minutes later, she awakened. Her eyes were still itchy, sore, and probably swollen. A brazen memory caused a ruby like blush to cross the expanse of her full bosom and cheeks. She looked to see if he was at his desk only to find him gone, and in his place was a note. She read it.
Do not worry yourself about your duties. Take the remainder of the day off and tend to the needs of yourself and your child. I have scheduled an appointment for you at 3 p.m. Don't be late.The remainder of your work is to be completed tomorrow morning.
-Mr. Taisho
Sasuke waded through a seemingly endless tide of paparazzi as he attempted to keep hold of Ino's hand. Questions were fired at them like cannon balls. What do you have against the Hyuuga princess? Why does it seem like you're trying to destroy her? Are you and Ino Yamanaka officially an item?
The bombardment continued as they made their separate ways into the car. Sasuke honked the horn in warning before practically putting a hole where the gas pedal would've been. The paparazzi quickly made a path, but one man was left clutching his shoulder after Sasuke hit him. Sasuke didn't spare the man one single glance as he sped away. The entire time Ino glared at him.