Jem looked up at the building almost as nervous as her first time. She stood in the cool winter air of the city, wrapped in a long, steel blue wool coat that traced her figure. After a weary sigh, she walked in.

She approached the same receptionist as before, who did not spot her until she was right there. When the receptionist noticed the blonde she was taken aback. She remembered Jem, but for the life of her could not figure out why this girl was here again. More so than that, she still couldn't figure out why Seto Kaiba attended to her personally. It was this same shock and confusion that made Jem memorable.

"Welcome to Kaiba Corp. What can I help you with? You're not here to see Mr. Kaiba, are you?" the receptionist couldn't help but ask from the safety of her high round desk.

"I am. He asked me today to stop by at 8:30, so hopefully he put it on his schedule," replied Jem.

The receptionist looked at her skeptically before she turned away. "It's Ruby, right?"

Jem gave her a look of disgust. "It's Jemmea, but Seto addresses me as Jem, so it may come up as that."

She calls him Seto? the receptionist thought just before she found 'Jem' on her spreadsheet for 8:30. And he has a nickname for her?

She raised an eyebrow and called up. Finally came the click accompanying, "Mr. Kaiba will see you now." Jem didn't wait for another word.

Once the elevator doors closed around the blonde, the receptionist turned in her chair to her co-worker, the second receptionist behind the desk. "Did you catch any of that?"

"Yeah," the second responded, staring after the girl a moment longer. "What could her business with Mr. Kaiba be?"

The first had a thought as she turned back. "He made her, she's one of his creations," she declared, again occupying herself with the screen. "That's the only explanation."

"It's certainly possible," chimed the second. "If Seto Kaiba designed a girl, that's exactly what I would expect her to look like." She made a final remark before she too turned back to her screen. "Whatever she is, I hope she makes him happy. I've dreamt before about how much nicer our lives would be if Mr. Kaiba found a girl."

"Amen to that, sister."

Jemmea

I brought myself close to his door, lowering my head to listen for just a moment before I rapped my knuckles. This prompted the familiar gruff response, muffled through the thick door. "Come in."

I opened the door cautiously. The office was dark, Seto only needing the glow from his screen for light. I saw those city lights again, illuminating the cold city behind him. The light from the hall followed me in, and this pulled his attention, but only briefly before his eyes turned to the screen.

"You wanted to see me?" was all I knew to say.

"I have something for you." The way he said it almost made it seem like he was correcting me. I was perplexed and approached him slowly, taking my time in the anticipation.

Seto picked up a small device next to his monitor and set it down again at the edge of his desk closest to me. I picked it up to examine it while he continued to preoccupy himself.

"Is this a phone?" I asked, confused.

"Mm," he replied positively.

I looked up to him. "Why are you giving this to me?"

He finally turned his eyes to me, but an annoyance accompanied his attention. "It will keep Pegasus from finding you. If you insist on staying in Domino, I'd prefer to keep that maniac out of my city. I've also taken preventative measures so he shouldn't be able to contact you. Numbers need to be first programmed in your phone to be able to call you, all others are blocked. There is an option to switch it off should you absolutely need to, but I don't see why you would."

"You can do all that?" I asked, bewildered.

"I can do anything. You should never underestimate me," he retorted.

"Oh, I didn't mean-" I began, but he didn't care to hear it and sharply cut me off.

"Should you need to call from another phone, there is a certain number code you can use. It's all in there." With this, he returned to his work.

"I really appreciate this," I breathed. "You don't know what a relief this is."

"I do," he replied dryly.

I glanced over to see the screen I knew from class. Without meaning to, I hummed happily.

With that, he stopped completely and his eyes fixed on me.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"Just," I shook my head and quickly lowered my gaze, pocketing my new phone in preparation to flee. "Just you doing your thing..." I confessed to the floor. Hesitantly, I raised my eyes, and my eyes only, in the silence. He was still staring at me.

"Um..." Embarrassed, my eyes darted away. His gaze remained firm. "Was there anything else?"

"No," he replied, but he didn't sound as harsh this time. He was thinking, but that's all I could gather. Then he asked strictly, "Why did you hum? Why like that?"

I was taken aback. "I-" I shook my head, a little dumbstruck. "I mean I just told you..."

"You told me what you hummed at. You didn't tell me why you did it that way. Is there something amusing about this to you?"

"Amusing? No," I corrected quickly, seeing now how it may have offended him. But he now seemed more unsure than offended. "I just, ah," my eyes found the floor again. And then I somehow calmly confessed, "I just liked it." My eyes lifted to his.

I remembered our moments and desperately wanted another, but those times may have been over. On the island, he didn't hold back, so I wasn't sure what was happening now. That or the desk prevented something more that we both might have wanted. Seto had made it clear to me before when he wanted me, there was no reason for that to change now. As of right now, there was nothing more to do.

Kaiba

I had been focusing on my work. I didn't know what else to do. My mind raced frantically, trying to figure out what it wanted. All I had ever known and desired was being displaced by this girl. I didn't like it, but I wanted more of her. Her presence was entirely frustrating to me.

As if that wasn't enough. As if her standing there wasn't distracting, leaving me to wonder what she wore under her coat. As if the man in me wasn't longing to feel her against me once again. Then she hummed, that blissful hum...

"Well, I suppose I should be getting home," she said.

I didn't respond, and with this, she simply nodded and bowed out of my office. And still without another word from me.

Once the door closed behind her, I sat back, thinking. After a moment I reached out and placed a call.

"Roland, I need you to find out where a Jemmea Lee lives."

I hung up right after his swift, "Right away, sir." If he could find her, Pegasus could.