It was Friday. If Seto Kaiba were a cat, his tail would be flicking back and forth in annoyance. The ideas presented at the meeting by the creative team were unsatisfactory to say the least. He had no choice but to make good on his threat and give everyone one week to clean out their desks. He directed someone else to work on hiring a new team and have interviews conducted with a focus on independence and personal, unprompted creativity. "Previous work experience not required but preferred." He stated. "Fresh faces with talent and promise." Kaiba was willing to take some chances. He then contacted his publicity officer to control any news that might leak out about the wipe out of his creative team and directed him to manage the news and put a positive spin on it.

Kaiba reviewed a few files from with in the company, people who seemed to be doing very well. Sent them messages informing them of the open positions, the chance for promotion. Inform two, the rest will know. It always worked best that way. Minimum effort for maximum results.

Kaiba's ear twitched when he heard the sound of his door bursting open. He calmly looked up from his computer. It was Mokuba. He looked slightly run down, frantic feelings bubbling to his surface. Seto knew he would have to put on his poker face before a single word left Mokuba's mouth.

"Why did you just fire our creative executives? I know you are a dick sometimes, and you are going through a bout of craziness right now, and I can understand firing one or two but all? Are you kidding me? The press is going to get hold of that and think we're sinking as much as you think in your lunatic mind!"

Kaiba, with laced fingers, was holding his head up by his lips. He didn't say a word. Just looked at his brother, trying to force his aura onto him. Mokuba recognized this tactic and acted accordingly. Nothing made his brother more irritated than to have his tactics not work. He knew his brother was hoping for anger, sympathy wasn't exactly the plan.

Mokuba's look softened. "Jeez. You could have warned me you were planning this."

Kaiba lounged back in his chair. "Could have. Didn't."

Mokuba stood up slightly straighter, "You can't be pulling stunts like this. At least allow me to hire back Carter." He scratched the back of his head.

Kaiba pulled his hands over his stomach and tilted his chair back slightly. "That undermines my authority. You can have him try to get his job back if you wish by going through the same hiring process as everyone else."

Mokuba's shoulders rolled back with confidence. "Very well. And since I am conducting the interviews-"

"You will remain fair and hire according to the previously established high standards at Kaibacorp."

"And you're going on vacation," Mokuba commanded.

Kaiba furrowed his brow. "What?"

"You're going on vacation tomorrow. We can't have you around when people, the press, start asking questions. Pick somewhere and go. I don't want to see you for a week."

"Can't control me. I'm staying. " Kaiba could already feel his feet tensing, attempting to meld them with the floor.

Mokuba gave him a disappointed look. He felt as if he could actually say the words 'I hate you, you immature asshole'. But he didn't.

"Why is this so important to you?"

"Seto, whether you like it or not, I'm always looking out for your best interest as I know you do the same for me. This is in your best interest. People are starting to call you out on being..." Mokuba trailed off. He didn't want to finish the sentence.

Kaiba waited. His stone cold blue eyes held his agitation.

Mokuba swallowed what little saliva he had left in his mouth, "On being a little.. off." Mokuba was looking at his shoes. He hated it when people called his brother crazy. He hated when the tabloids spread rumors. Even the word eccentric seemed insulting. Seto could care less what some so-called journalist said about him however, Mokuba was affected every time. If somebody said that to Seto's face and Mokuba was there, he would punch them in the face. Unless it was a girl. Or a kid. Maybe he wouldn't. But he would want to.

Kaiba spun his chair in the opposite direction of Mokuba. "Let them think what they want. I don't care what others think of me. You know that."

"Don't hide from me. You do care. Don't lie." Mokuba took a deep breath. Heart raced slightly. " If I make the arrangements, would it be easier for you?" The sudden change of topic made Kaiba have to think about what Mokuba was talking about. "Think of it as a business trip. I could completely plan out what you are to do on your days there. And you could take your phone and laptop and other stuff. You just need to get out of here. Away from anything Kaibacorp."

Kaiba thought on this for only a few moments. A man of action. Going away for a bit might be a good idea. "Plan for me. Surprise me with where I am going." As the words left his mouth, he felt a small wave of depression reach his sinuses. He just felt it. He was in love with Kaibacorp.

A/N: Please review if you like this! There are more chapters already planned. Thank you for reading. :)