Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, Clamp does. But I do own this story.

Pairings: Syaoran x Sakura, Eriol x Tomoyo

And with this update, I am officially UNdisgraceful!

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Chapter Five

"Impressions"

"What in the world?" Fiemie asked in a faint voice as she and her sister continued to stare openly at Syaoran on the dance floor.

None of them had seen Syaoran do much of anything with a girl in a while. Not since his last failed relationship almost three years ago.

Girls who come up to him and manage to get his attention always had some motive, regardless if they were already rich to begin with. It had hardened Syaoran over time in terms of trusting anyone to that degree which was hard for them to watch.

Yes, they've seen and heard news of him time and again being spotted in several locations with different women, but nothing which looked this… Intimate.

He had dates, yes. But no one has ever seen, nor has the paparazzi taken pictures of him and his dates being this close. The most was when he held a famous Spanish opera singer by the waist towards the car coming from a restaurant when he had visited Barcelona half a year ago, that's it.

So watching their brother pull in this random girl they didn't even know into a close dance in front of people they all knew, was kind of a shock after all this time.

"Who is she?" whispered the rest of the sisters to each other as they continued to watch on.

It had been a few minutes since they had started dancing although to Sakura it felt like hours. She and Syaoran hadn't broken eye contact since they got on the dance floor.

It was only when the third song had begun did the silence between them had finally broken.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't tell the truth about all this," Sakura said. She couldn't stand the silence between them anymore. Any longer and she felt like she would've burst.

Syaoran shook his head.

"It's not your fault. I'm guessing one of my sisters put you up to it? They have a habit of doing things behind my back."

Sakura giggled, which made Syaoran smile.

"That was a delightful sound," he said, which made Sakura stop doing so abruptly and start flaring up around the cheeks again. If she keeps blushing more than she already had, the color is going to stick there permanently.

"Th-thank you," she replied shortly, looking away now.

It was only that time as well did Sakura notice that she and Syaoran were receiving a lot of curious looks, and that included the five people whom Syaoran was standing with earlier.

"Uhm… Your friends are staring at us."

Syaoran looked up to see his sisters watching him with looks on their faces that clearly said "You owe us an explanation" and Eriol who was grinning smugly.

He rolled his eyes. "Those are my sisters, Fiemie the oldest runs our company from Hong Kong, Xiefa in London, Fanren in Barcelona, and Fuutie whom I'm guessing was the one you've spoken to about this event, runs Li Corp. in Paris.

Sakura nodded mutely, glancing at the four women before looking away again when she caught them all in the eye. They were all extremely beautiful.

"Eriol, my best friend," he added with a nod in Eriol's direction who winked at Sakura, and at which, she blushed even more.

Syaoran raised a brow at her and then at Eriol who raised his hands up in defense.

"You made quite the entrance earlier by the way," Syaoran commented suddenly.

"Yes, well, I did arrive late. I didn't offend anyone with my tardiness, did I?"

Syaoran laughed at this. "You're joking, right?"

"Joking about what?" Sakura asked, bewildered, mostly from the sound of his laugh rather than his statement. He surprisingly had a nice, boyish laugh.

"Sakura, they didn't stare at you because of your tardiness, they stared at you because…"

He looked down at her, scrutinizing her for a few seconds, wondering what the appropriate thing to say would be.

"They stared because you are the most beautiful thing that had walked out those doors since the evening began."

At this point, Sakura was sure her entire face was the color of ripe tomatoes.

"Excuse me?" someone had suddenly interrupted, speaking in Chinese.

Both turned around to see a man, who looked to be around his 40s. He had bowed to Sakura, then to Syaoran, asking if he could cut in.

Syaoran looked like he wanted to say no, but then greeted the man in Chinese with a respectful smile which made Sakura think that both men were actually good friends.

"Would you mind dancing with me?" he asked Sakura, by which Sakura replied her assent in Chinese. She could tell he was impressed by this.

Syaoran and the man exchanged a few words before shaking hands. He then bowed to Sakura before taking her hand and kissing it again.

"Just this once," he whispered into her ear which made her shiver, and he walked towards the sidelines where his sisters and Eriol were standing.

"Syaoran! Who is she?" reprimanded all four women the moment he was within earshot.

Syaoran raised his eyebrows at them.

"Her name is Sakura," he answered shortly.

The moment he did, a lot of questions were being flung his way. He held up a hand and shook his head at his sisters. "She's just a friend," he said simply before looking at Eriol and gesturing him to follow. "You better go around and see to the guests. This party may be for us, but it's kind of rude of us to keep to ourselves, don't you think?"

All four of them pouted and did as he said. He did have a point.

"What's up?" Eriol said the moment they had reached the bar where Syaoran had immediately asked the bartender for two glasses of gin.

"Nothing, just wanted to get away from my sisters' pestering," he said with a sigh.

"Speaking of pestering," Eriol started with a grin already forming on his lips.

"She's a friend, nothing more, nothing less."

"Seems like more than that to me," Eriol said as he caught Sakura looking their way as she was spun around by the man she was currently dancing with. "She looks quite taken with you. Have you known each other long?"

"Only since she started working directly for me."

"She's that new secretary you told me about?" Eriol asked in surprise.

"That's her," Syaoran said with a nod, staring at Sakura over the glass he was drinking from.

"You weren't kidding," Eriol said, recalling Syaoran saying that his new secretary was quite the looker aside from actually being accomplished for her age.

Sakura nodded politely at the man before he took his leave and let another man, who looked to be around 30 take her hands and started to dance.

Syaoran had said he was going to let that first man dance with her, he had said "just this once" and yet this was the fourth man he had danced with and he had yet come back to her.

Smiling politely, she conversed with the man in fluent French as they danced.

"May I cut in?" a familiar voice interrupted in equally fluent French exactly when the song ended.

The man nodded at Syaoran and took his leave.

He took Sakura's hand and led her off the dance floor.

"Thank you," she told him sincerely and sat down on one of the chairs from a nearby round table he had taken her to. "I haven't danced this much in a while."

Syaoran sat down on the chair to her right and watched her, a smirk on his face, as she fanned herself with her hand.

"Hungry?"

It was only then that she noticed the plate of food in front of her. Not a moment later, a few people had taken the rest of the seats across from her as well.

"Sakura-san! Would you mind if I called you Sakura? Nice to meet you, my name is Eriol Hiiragizawa. You can just call me Eriol, no need for honorifics," a jovial male voice suddenly said from the seat on her left which was empty mere seconds earlier.

Sakura was caught off guard at his closeness mostly because of how handsome he was. Really, this guy could even compete with Syaoran in terms of physical attractiveness. There was, however, something about the devious way he was grinning at her that strongly reminded her of a sly fox.

The rest of the night went by pleasantly. Sakura was brought here and there by Syaoran to meet with a variety of people. He hadn't let go of her once, not even to let her dance with the random men who had come to ask for her.

"Are you okay? Do your feet hurt?" Syaoran asked, glancing at her heels although he can't help but let his eyes linger at her bare thigh as well.

"I'm fine," she reassured, waving her hand. "I'm quite used to wearing high heels."

Not a moment too soon, yet another group of people had approached them. Sakura was surprised that Syaoran was in such high demand. Although she noticed his sisters constantly approached by various people as well, he seemed to be more sought after. Every time a person comes close to them, they would always take the opportunity to talk to him and start talking business.

Once they were alone again, Sakura looked up at him with an impressed look on her face.

"What is it?"

"You," she answered truthfully. "I'm amazed at how much of this you can deal with. People have come up to you one after another all night."

He chuckled.

"It's not only for me," he admitted. "Although I'm used to such a reception, I'm pretty sure they're also coming here because they're curious about you."

"Me?"

"Take a look," he said, nodding at the crowd in general. Most of the people nearby were still looking at them, stealing glances every so often and waving at them when they caught each other's eyes. "They're coming here for you as much as they are for me."

"I… I don't see why though. I'm just your-"

Another chuckle escaped his lips.

"I wonder if you have any self-awareness at all," he said with a shake of his head. "Let's go."

"Go?" she asked in surprise as he suddenly pulled her away from the party.

Sakura followed him in silence as he led her down a stone path through random bushes and trees until they reached an open and unlit area. The cool and salty breeze hit Sakura in surprise as did the sound of the roaring waves.

"It's good to take a break sometimes," he admitted with a grin as he started taking off his shoes and socks.

She giggled at his boyishness and followed suit, tossing her heels next to his and wiggling her bare feet into the sand.

"This feels nice!" she said with a wide grin. She can't even remember the last time she had gone to the beach or anywhere near the sea.

Sakura took off her mask and laid it down gingerly on a large flat rock nearby before running down the shore, laughing.

He watched her and chuckled. She was acting like a kid, it was refreshing. He took off his own mask and laid it next to hers before walking down the shore slowly after her.

"Did you have fun at the party?" he called out at the still laughing Sakura who was skipping and twirling around with her hands raised.

"I did! I noticed the party wasn't as formal as I thought it would be, but I haven't been to a party that grand," she said before a guilty smile overcame her. "Again, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it."

He waved a hand at her. "I'm really used to it. It happens when you have four meddling older sisters."

Sakura giggled and grinned.

"Your sisters are very nice and very beautiful. I noticed most of the younger men coming up to them quite a lot through the night."

"If you weren't with me, you'd get the same treatment."

She stopped as his words reached her and blushed. Unfortunately, her mask wasn't there to cover it up this time.

Syaoran smiled and stopped as he reached the spot where she stood in silence.

"Uhm… Thank you," she said unsurely.

"Not a problem."

Sakura looked up at him. He was simply grinning at her. Did nothing faze this man at all? She can't even count the number of times she had blushed or lost her cool from the things he had said and done through the night. Was he immune to female charm or something? Or maybe just used to it.

A few silent moments later, she shook her head and smiled up at him before pointing down the beach where a lighthouse stood not too far away.

"Can we go up there?"

"Where's Syaoran?"

Fuutie excused herself from the couple she was talking to and turned to Eriol who was standing with his back towards her as he scanned the area.

"I haven't seen him or my sisters since dinner. By the way Eriol, who was that girl? Syaoran's been elusive about it all night!" she said, frustrated.

Eriol laughed and patted her on the head. Although she was older than him and Syaoran, Fuutie acted more like a little sister to them.

"She's Syaoran's secretary. Her-"

"Secretary?" she repeated incredulously, earning them a few stares form people nearby. "You mean Sakura Kinomoto? That's her?"

He nodded.

"When he introduced her as Sakura, I didn't even make the connection. It's a pretty common name for the Japanese you know? But wow… Besides being bright, she's quite the beauty too. It's no wonder Syaoran's been all over her tonight."

Eriol laughed in earnest. "Tell that to him. He insists their relationship is nothing more than boss and employee. I honestly can't tell what he feels but its hard not to be even a little attracted to the girl. Especially since it's so obvious she's into him."

"Oh, oh! You think so too? I did get that when she first entered the party. She seemed quite taken with Syaoran. Even Syaoran seemed partial for her. The fact that he danced with her made it clear. It was obvious he did that to keep the men from this party to back off from her. I noticed he only let the older and married men dance with her."

This came as a surprise to Eriol who didn't even make that observation. So did Syaoran really feel something for Sakura?

"This is wonderful!" Sakura exclaimed looking over the dim horizon in awe.

The moon was up and was illuminating the sea.

Syaoran nodded and watched in silence, enjoying the breeze on his face. When was the last time he was able to do something like this? College? High school?

They sat there, with their legs dangling through the railing and talked.

"So how long have you been living here in Tokyo?"

Sakura paused for a long while before she could reply and her voice seemed different from earlier. Almost, guarded?

He looked at her.

"Uhmm… After college. I came here and worked soon after I graduated."

"Do you live here alone?"

"I… Err… Yes."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" she answered quickly, smiling at him brightly. "Uhmm… So when did you move to Japan? I seem to know less about you that you do of me. You do have my file after all."

That was a fair point. Syaoran already knew what needed to be known about her from her record at the company.

"Right after college as well. My family already had tentative plans made about starting a branch in Tokyo. Basically they only had the idea of doing it. But as soon as I finished school, I flew over here and did what they only planned on doing and managed to raise Li Corp. here. That's why they let me run things by myself ever since."

"That's really impressive," Sakura said with a sigh and rested her head on the railing. She gazed at the sea in an almost blissful manner.

"I know," he said with a nonchalantly shrug.

She gave him a look and punched him on the arm.

Somehow, the awkwardness of their working relationship has been slowly disappearing as the night progressed. The more time they spent together, the more natural it felt.

"What did I do to deserve that?"

"You could do with a little modesty!" she scolded.

"You praised me. Of course I'd accept it as a compliment. Did you want me to deny it?" he asked.

They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"I- Oh," Syaoran pointed at something behind Sakura and noticed it as well.

From the distance, the lights from the party in the garden were bring turned off one by one.

"The party must be over," he said as he pulled back his sleeve to check his watch. "No wonder, it's almost midnight."

Sakura's eyes widened in surprise. How long had they been up there? "Ahh, I better leave. My ride's coming at twelve."

Syaoran pulled back his legs and stood up before helping her up as well.

"My sisters mentioned that this is a two day event, you're not staying?"

Sakura smiled. Unless she was mistaken, she heard the hint of disappointment from his voice.

"I can't. I didn't bring any overnight things or clothes for tomorrow."

In silence, they walked down the swirling steps of the lighthouse and back towards the resort, picking up their masks and shoes along the way.

"I had a great time," Sakura spoke up, grinning.

Syaoran nodded and smiled back. "Surprisingly, me too. These kinds of events don't really suit my tastes but tonight was different. I wonder why?"

'He's definitely teasing me,' Sakura thought with an inward giggle.

They had reentered the garden where the staff from the resort was putting away equipment now. Chairs were piled up and table clothes were stacked in the corners. When they reentered the main lobby, nobody was there, not even the receptionist.

"Thank you again for tonight."

"Thank you as well. I'm happy you came Ms. Kinomoto," he said, taking her hand and bowing low to kiss it.

Sakura couldn't help but feel slightly depressed. He had called her Ms. Kinomoto again. Although he had called her by her first name often times before, he only did that when he was in a rush for things to be done at the office. On normal days or on casual terms, it was always Ms. Kinomoto, just like now.

"Ms. Kinomoto, Sakura?"

The male voice took them by surprise and the pair of them turned to the open front entrance. A sleek black car was parked there with the engine running while a man in uniform stood with an inquiring look on his face at her.

"Yes, that's me."

Syaoran was surprised. So she had a service pick her up. She actually spent quite a bit just for tonight.

"You should've told me. I would've had my driver send you back."

She shook her head as they walked outside. The man from earlier had opened the back door for her.

"I'll see you on Monday, Mr. Li," she said, grinning.

This made him chuckle as he helped her slide into the seat.

"See you then."

The door slammed and Syaoran watched, his hands in his pant pockets as the car started to slowly move down the drive way.

It only moved a few meters or so until it stopped again and the passenger window on Sakura's side slid down.

"Uhmm… Mr. Li?"

Syaoran walked over towards it and bent down with his arm over the frame to see Sakura inside looking nervous.

"Is something the matter?"

"I forgot to tell you something," she murmured, a blush on her face.

"What is it?"

She paused for a few seconds before her eyes locked onto his. "I had a lot of fun with you tonight."

Syaoran can't help but chuckle at this.

"I had a lot of fun with you too."

"Thank you again," she said in a lower voice.

Before he could say anything in reply, Sakura had pushed herself from her seat and held onto the sides of Syaoran's face.

"Syaoran," she added, smiling, before her lips touched his in a soft kiss.

Sunday – May 29…

Monday – May 30…

Thursday – June 2…

Sunday – June 5…

Tuesday – June 7…

Friday – June 10…

Monday – June 13…

Sakura stared at the ceiling of her bedroom.

Today was the day. She was going to see him today.

It had been officially two weeks since their "kissing incident" at the party. Two weeks since she had seen Syaoran in person as well.

Who would have known that he'd have to fly to Hong Kong with one of his sisters' right after the party ended after the second day? Not only that, he ended up staying there for two weeks instead of the original three days that was primarily intended.

Syaoran had called her a total of six times and e-mailed her three times but it was all short and straight to the point about affairs he had her settle with the Paris branch. None of those conversations had anything to do with what happened at the party.

The last it was ever mentioned was in his first call to her since that night and all he said was that he had the things she left in his bathroom at the resort delivered to her apartment. Not only was she embarrassed at this, but it totally killed the mood that was left between them as well.

Today, however, she'll be seeing and talking to him in person. There's no way that what happened at the party wouldn't be mentioned.

"Please don't let things be awkward," she prayed before squealing against one of her pillows.

Tomoyo was grinning at Sakura which made the latter quite uncomfortable.

"What?" she finally asked. They were the only ones in the elevator at the moment.

"Nothing… It's just… You look like you're in a very good mood today."

Sakura blushed before looking up at the numbers lighting up one after another indicating the building floors they passed.

When the floor to Tomoyo's office lit up, the girl bounded out, still grinning madly as she turned around to face Sakura.

"I know you're looking forward to seeing him today. Have fun, future Mrs. Li!" she shouted in a very loud voice- earning her a few stares from passing workers -just before the elevator doors closed on a horrified looking Sakura.

"So? What else do you want? You can't be here just for this."

"How rude, I came here specifically to see you during my free time and this is the response I get?"

Syaoran gave him a patronizing look.

"Okay, okay," Eriol said defensively with a laugh. "I'm here to see Tomoyo while I'm in the neighborhood. I still can't believe she works here. Can you believe it? We've dated for more than half a year now and I only found out she works here of all places!"

"I can only begin to imagine what kind of conversations you two had since you started dating. Even I knew she worked here when you gave me her name and picture months ago."

"Why didn't you tell me? And besides, when we're together, there isn't much talking involved," he admitted thoughtfully.

Syaoran rolled his eyes.

"If you're going to start talking about your sex life, feel free to leave. The door's right there."

Eriol laughed again and flopped himself onto one of the couches in Syaoran's office, not minding his suit at all.

"My sex life aside, how's yours been going? How's the beautiful secretary?"

"That's what she is, a secretary," he retorted simply.

"Just because she's not as rich as the girls you've dated doesn't immediately mean she's a gold-digger. Although I guess the probability of that is much higher."

"I'm not saying that I'm not dating her because of that."

"Then why? The girl's got the looks, the brains, and though I don't know her very well, she seems to have a nice disposition."

He didn't reply.

"Think about it Syaoran. I don't know what's stopping you. I know you've been betrayed quite often in the past but that can't be helped. But it's no reason to condemn the rest of the female population. Do you plan to grow old and gray by yourself? Or do you plan to marry one of your 'friends' someday?" Eriol said the word "friends" in an ironic tone, indicating his acquaintances that he slept with consensually.

Syaoran knew that his words were the truth. He couldn't deny that.

"See?" Eriol said rather smugly. His face had lit up like a Christmas tree. "You know I'm right, right? I can see the acknowledgement in your face."

Syaoran rolled his eyes once more and sighed.

Before either of them could say a word, Syaoran's desk phone rang.

"This is Li," he stated after a press of a button.

"Mr. Li, I have the finalized documents you asked me to compile last week. All I need is your signature so I can mail it."

Syaoran stared at the phone before looking up at Eriol who was now up and heading towards the door. He was grinning widely.

"Okay, bring them over Ms. Kinomoto. Before you do, please forward the last e-mail Fuutie's secretary sent you to me."

"Yes, Mr. Li."

When the line was cut, Eriol let out a chuckle.

"I'll leave you to it then, Mr. Li!" he said before bowing low. He was still grinning maniacally.

Syaoran longed to knock it right off his face.

"Remember, what I said!" he called out once more before opening the door and closing it behind him in one swift motion, leaving Syaoran no time to retort.

He grumbled until his eyes caught the newspaper Eriol had left behind. That was his primary goal in coming to see him after all.

Sighing, he flipped through the pages of the Tokyo Shimbun until he got to the page with a folded corner.

Inside was a two page spread on the party from two weeks ago and amongst the pictures printed there, the largest was clearly of himself and Sakura. Although his name was clearly labeled, Sakura's wasn't. Syaoran had been, time and again, targeted by the paparazzi for being one of the most eligible bachelors in Hong Kong and Japan, but this was the first time much false gossip was made and it seems it's only because they had no idea who his partner was. It seems like the primary goal of this article was to bring Sakura out, or bring someone out to reveal her identity.

'I wonder if she saw this,' he thought just when a knock came from his office doors. "Come in."

Sakura watched as he folded a newspaper and tossed it across his desk.

"Good morning," she greeted with a bow. "I just forwarded the e-mail and here are the documents."

She walked over towards him and placed it on his desk, all without making eye contact with him.

Syaoran watched her, amused. She was acting shy now?

"Would you want me to come back after you finish signing them? There's quite a lot to-"

"It's fine. Take a seat," he said, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his large desk. "I can finish this up quickly."

She nodded mutely and did as he directed.

Syaoran tried to suppress a grin as he opened the folder and took out a fountain pen and started signing one page at a time in a leisurely pace.

'Ugh… This is so awkward,' Sakura thought, distressed now. What can one say to her boss after doing something so bold as to kiss him without his consent? "The… The weather today is lovely, isn't it?"

The moment those words left her, she wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there. Seriously? The weather of all things?

Syaoran snorted which he hastily covered for a cough. Albeit unsuccessfully.

Sakura sighed. "Its fine, you can just laugh. I admit that was rather lame of me."

He didn't laugh, simply smiled as he continued to sign.

"How have you been?" he asked casually.

"Just fine. Even when you weren't around to run things, it's manageable. It's still been really busy though. As I thought, having a job as the CEO's secretary isn't a simple thing although my workload has gotten better... Sort of. I don't have to stay overtime every single day now, at least."

"That's good," he said with a nod, still not taking his eyes off from the documents in front of him.

"So how are you with Josie, Tai, and Mia? Since you four are my secretaries, you only ever get to see and talk to each other every single day unless I ask you to go to different departments."

"It's good. They're all really nice to me, and very helpful. Maybe it's because of the age gap, but they're really motherly."

"That's how they have always been to me too ever since they were hired into my office, even Josie when really she's only five years old than me."

"I can't really compare them to my mother though," she admitted absently, staring off into space.

"Oh? Why not? Was your mother not the doting type?"

Sakura blinked and looked at him. He was watching her curiously now.

"I… I mean… No, it's not that," she amended in a panicky voice. "I just mean, I never actually met my mother. She died when I was born so…"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Its fine," Sakura said with a forced laugh. "I mean, I grew up with my dad so it's not a totally sad life."

Syaoran stared at her a few seconds more before resuming his work.

Tomoyo stacked the new documents left on her desk neatly and sighed contentedly.

Not only was her love life doing great and only getting better by the day, Sakura's was having progress as well.

Admittedly, she didn't support Sakura's decision in trying to get Syaoran to fall in love with her just so she can get her father's money. But now…

Tomoyo giggled.

'No matter how much you try to deny it Sakura, your real feelings are always easily seen through your face,' she thought gleefully.

Ever since the masquerade party, the girl had been noticeably easily flustered. Not only that, Tomoyo always caught grinning to herself absently at the most random times.

"Signs of a person in love." If anyone deserved happiness, it's Sakura. Now that she knew her best friend's feelings, that she actually had fallen for Syaoran, she decided to full-on support her.

Tomoyo's train of thought was disrupted as muttering erupted from outside her office. Her door was open and she could tell people were getting excited over something.

"Tomoyo!" Hizumi said eagerly as she dashed inside. An apparent blush was on her face.

"Hizumi-san? What's wrong? Are you alright?" She was amazed at seeing the older woman looking so flustered and so early in the morning too.

Hizumi peeked through the blinds that covered the glass window inside Tomoyo's office from the rest of the open cubicles outside where random people were stirring restlessly.

"Is there something going on?"

"Yes, there's someone here looking for you. I must say I haven't seen such a fine-looking man besides Mr. Li himself for some time now."

"A fine-looking man?" Tomoyo echoed blankly. A certain fine-looking man already came into mind just as she said this.

"Yes he says he's here for you. It's Mr. Hiiragizawa, Eriol. Tomoyo I never knew that you were acquainted with such a…" she trailed off as the man in question made his appearance.

Eriol was grinning, his midnight blue eyes gleaming as his gaze landed on Tomoyo who was sitting there, looking up at him with a dumbstruck expression. His arms were crossed as he stood there leaning against the door frame.

"Hi," he greeted simply.

"Ah! Mr. Hiiragizawa! I said I was going to come and get Ms. Daidouji myself," she said, still flustered.

Eriol aimed his smile at her now.

Hizumi looked like she was ready to faint.

Finally out of her daze, Tomoyo slammed her palms onto her desk and stood up as fast as lighting. "Eriol?!"

"Here you go. Make sure to double check these before you send them out."

Sakura nodded and took the folder from him.

"Will that be all?"

"Not quite," he said and relaxed back into his chair. He was looking at her more curiously now.

She could feel the blush creeping up her face again. "Y-Yes?"

"Ms. Kinomoto, you remember the conditions of your secretarial job, right?"

"Of course."

"Then you remember how it was stated that this was only a temporary job for you until we find someone to employ on a permanent base."

Sakura felt like she knew where this was going. "Yes."

"Before I went to Hong Kong, I was actually in Paris with Fuutie and found someone suitable for the job. So, by the end of the month, you're officially relieved from your secretarial duties and you can go back to your job as Assistant Head of the Human Resources Department. I'll have your replacement come a week prior so you can endorse your duties and show her the ropes."

Author's Note:

I thank everyone who left a review to my last chapter! It didn't garner as much as the first three chapters but it's not something I'm entirely surprised with though. I basically left this story to rot for years after all.

Regardless, thank you to those who left one. Makes me so happy! *Cries*

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Raeny