"Haruhi!" Riko called from the cubicle next to her, poking her scruffy brown head over the low wall.

"Hai?" Haruhi asked, tearing her eyes away from the computer screen.

"I'm going to take a lunch break in about ten minutes. Want to come?"

Haruhi nodded, smiling, and began to wrap up what she was doing. As much as she hated to admit the differences between girls and boys, it was pleasant to have a female friend for a change. The two had hit it off instantly on Haruhi's first day, both being headstrong, determined girls who refused to back down to anyone.

Haruhi hastily tried to finish filing her case reports (not wanting to keep Riko waiting), but found herself distracted by a commotion towards the far end of the floor. Quite suddenly, Riko was at her side, ducking down low so as not to be seen.

"Haruhi," she hissed. "You'll never guess who's here!"

Please don't be blond, please don't be blond...

"Who?" Haruhi asked, feigning disinterest.

"Well, you never watch TV so you may not have heard of him. Come here and I'll show you."

Uneasily, Haruhi crept to the edge of the cubicle and peered over it, Riko just beside her. The new-comer was not blond, but that didn't stop Haruhi's stomach from twisting into knots.

"He's looking this way," Riko gasped, leaping below the edge of visibility. Haruhi was not as quick, and suddenly their eyes met.

"Damn..." she muttered to herself, sitting down in the chair.

"Don't you know who that was?" Riko asked. "That was Ohtori Kyouya! He's one of Japan's richest, and definitely the most dangerous. He was on the news the other day announcing his engagement to some no-name lawyer- oh! Do you think she works here?"

"Hello, Haruhi."

Haruhi's entire body was numb as she rotated to face the extremely good-looking young man. Riko seemed to have been turned to stone.

"Konnichiwa, Ohtori-sama," Haruhi managed to reply.

Kyouya raised an eyebrow at the formal greeting. "Who is your friend?" he asked conversationally.

"Yuiki Riko," Haruhi replied.

Kyouya gave a curt nod to the girl, who seemed to slowly be regaining feeling in her legs. He then turned to Haruhi and said, "Did you know that all employees fill out a list of approved visitors and family members to be let in by security?"

"Hai."

"Yes, well strangely enough, the only person on your list was your father."

Busted!

"Should I have included someone else?" she asked innocently.

"Perhaps. Unless you really didn't want visitors."

"I don't. This is work, not playtime. I don't need distractions."

"Yes, I can understand that. It certainly is a relief that I haven't accidentally let slip your work address to Tamaki or the twins."

Her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare!" she accused.

"Of course not," he said coolly. "Provided that you have me added to that list."

"But Kyouya...!"

"Well, Haruhi, see to it that you straighten out the misunderstanding. I'll pick you up at seven."

He turned and walked away, drawing stares from everyone he passed.

"Are you going to do it?" asked a quiet voice.

Haruhi turned to see Riko regarding her with a mixture of admiration and shock. Haruhi smiled slightly. "There are certain things you do and don't do in this world," she said cheerfully. "One of them is stand against Ohtori Kyouya. He sounded serious about giving Tamaki my address..."

"Tamaki?" Riko questioned.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."