Author's Note: Although you don't usually get everything you want in this world, but I think the hardest part of being an author is that you can't expect everyone who reads your story to tell you their input on things..

So therefore, I highly appreciate everyone who has been reading and reviewing this story~ I am serious when I saw your words are my motivation... Part of the reason why I slowed down in my updating is motivation (... or the lack of). But then I thought, even if there's only one reader who still read and review this story, I shall continue to finish.

So my loyal readers (You know who you are!) Thank you =]

Disclaimer: Don't believe anyone who tells you that Zoro is theirs, he solely belongs to Oda-sensei =P

Chapter 6

Franky blew out a mouthful of smoke, and leaned back into his office chair having his feet rested on the desk. The people he had sent out to watch over West-1 and GP-8 had just reported suspicious activities with both party leaders.

Zoro has been quite aggressive with keeping the properties that belonged to the West-1 gang. And Luffy and his gang has been obnoxious with his invasion into West-1 territory. A war between the two most powerful gangs in the city could explode any minute.

He had already given the orders to the operation tonight. And now all he can do … is wait.

Nami frowned at the piece of paper in front of her. She picked it up and walked to Sanji's office.

Sanji looked up from the files he was looking at when he heard the knocking. Seeing Nami in the doorway, he smiled, "What can I do for you?"

Nami pushed the paper in her hand forward, "I thought I'm still on probation."

Sanji glanced at the statement in her hand, "Probation period is 6-months.. Conditionally." He placed his elbows on the desk, "Nami, in the past 3 months, you have been working hard, everyone has seen your effort. E-media has been around for the past decade or two, but the sales and distribution has never reached such a peak. From the layout and article selection, very visually pleasant and easy to read. And for this, I think it is fair for you to be less restricted with regulations, and freely explore. With a probation, you are not permitted to go into the field."

Nami was confused even more, "But you hired me for reading.. Not writing.. I'm no reporter or journalist."

"Each reporter needs an assistant. Each reporter is not only in charge of following one particular story. With our limited staff, it's important for us to cover both breadth and depth. Primary reporter is in charge of breadth, and assistant is in charge of depth. Clear?"

Nami nodded. Before she could speak, the door was knocked again. She turned around to see the senior reporter stepping into the office.

Sanji handed a stack of paper over to Brook, while spoke, "West-1 and GP-8 haven't been very peaceful with each other in the past couple of weeks. This had caught most of public's attention and concern. We need to get as most coverage as we can on this topic. Brook, perhaps you could take Nami on for this project?"

Brook flipped through the paper in his hand, and with the mentioning of his name, he looked up at Nami, "Sure thing. Follow me lady."

Once outside of the office, Nami anxiously asked, "What's GP-8?"

Brook walked back to his cubicle and sat down on his chair before answering, "GP-8 is the second biggest gang in the city, just trailing after West-1. Both gangs are ran in a business manner: West-1 ran casinos and bars; GP-8 ran spas and arcades. The leaders of the gang acts as the CEO of the business. They have been around for over 50 years, and had 3 changes of leadership, and never have they encountered with each other with conflicts… Until the newest young leaders took over. Roronoa Zoro and Monkey D. Luffy, to date, are the youngest and most ambitious leaders for these two gangs."

Nami's mind had already started to wonder all over the place. Her hands trembling, and her body shaking. She doesn't remember how she walked back to her desk, nor does she remember what Brook said to her after. She stared at her cell phone blankly. After what felt like hours, she finally exhale a shaky breath which she didn't know she had been holding.

Just when she was about to place the phone back onto the desk, it started to vibrate violently in her hand. Nami nearly jumped in her seat, and gripped onto her cell phone tightly before it almost slipped out of her hand. She quickly glanced around the office before she swiped across the screen to connect her call, "Nojiko!" She whispered loudly into the phone.

"Hi hi! Want to have lunch with me?" Nojiko said with a cheerful voice.

"I can't have lunch with you, but I'll come over for dinner! Going back to work now, bye!" With that said, she ended her call abruptly.

She couldn't help but to think about what Brook said earlier about the gangs. She sat in her chair with her fingers crossed tightly, and drifted deeply in thoughts.

Roronoa Zoro.. The youngest leader to date.
Ever since the first day she met him, she knows behind that stoic and hard expression hid a soft and caring heart. She still remembers the first time she saw his bright smile. It was like the feeling of finding a rare jewel, that shined so brightly, it seemed unreal, and blinded her eyes. But that image has forever been ironed into her head. She still remembers at that moment, he was being licked by a new born puppy.
He used to be that carefree, and simple. Even Zoro never spoke too many words, but she had always been able to read him through his eyes.

A hand suddenly was gently placed on her shoulder, "Not going to lunch?"

Nami snapped her head back, her eyes still lost in her memories when they met Sanji's. Sanji withdrew his hand with concern, "What's wrong?"

Nami smiled, "Going on lunch?"

Sanji flipped his wrist to look at the watch, "There's a restaurant nearby just opened that I have always been meaning to check out. They have a two-for-one deal between 1 and 3pm on Fridays. Have you had lunch yet?"

"You mean that Malay food place?"

"Care to join?"

Nami looked at the clock mounted on the wall, half past one - perfect timing for lunch. "I love Malay food! Man, now that you mentioned it, I'm so hungry!"

As she walked out of the office with Sanji, her cell phone silently vibrated persistently in her bag.

The rest of the plot is sketched out.. hehe just a matter of fact of putting them in words...
The same old drill~~ Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts~ =]