I edited some of the chapter "Sounding the Alarm" if you would like to re-read it. Please review! Sorry this took so long to update, I've been working really hard at my job and haven't been getting home until late and going in really early, again, sorry for the delay.
After he had given me, the newspaper Seto Kaiba had exited the kitchen heading in the direction of what appeared to be his office. I then walked over to the island Mokuba had been sitting at and spread the newspaper out so the entirety of the "Classifieds" section could be seen. A quick glance at the top corner and I determined that this issue of the newspaper was from a week ago. I found this slightly odd since I knew Seto had received this week's paper this morning. However, I shrugged it off thinking that he may just not have had the chance to view it properly and did not want me messing it up before he had the chance to view it.
Mokuba came up next to me on my right and dropped a highlighter on top of the newspaper. I looked towards him and gave him a big grin as I picked it up and started scanning through the list of available jobs. I heard Mokuba exit the room and go up the stairs, more than likely going to assist his brother with some work from Kaiba Corp. I scanned the paper occasionally highlighting something that seemed interesting or something that I would be able to do. I then came across a position I found quite interesting, and possibly the explanation for my receiving an older copy of the paper. There in the center, in bold print was an add for an executive secretary to the one and only Seto Kaiba. I smirked as I viewed this advertisement. I knew Seto gave me this paper as if daring me to ask for a job from him, which I knew he would deny the second I asked. Instead, I passed right over that and continued my assault on the newspaper. After an hour of reading and highlighting positions, I felt suited for I briskly walked upstairs to my room in order to change clothes. I knew that a sundress would probably be highly inappropriate, unprofessional for interviews, and filling out applications.
After dressing into a deep red button up blouse, a black professional jacket with white pin strips, a matching black pin stripped skirt, and a pair of closed toed black heals with red lining, I grabbed my black purse that contained my wallet, a hairbrush, and a pack of gum. In the wallet were my I.D. card, my social security card, and my birth certificate. I had no money to my name so I was not able to put anything remotely similar to money into my wallet. After that, I headed over to Seto's office to bid him farewell as I embarked on my journey to find employment.
I knocked quietly three times on his mahogany door and heard the sound of a chair scrapping and footsteps heading towards the door. The door swiftly swung open to reveal a tall brunette in the place where the door once stood. Looking up at him, I could see a stern glare in his eyes.
"What do you want? I'm busy," Seto Kaiba stated, obviously irritated by my intrusion.
"Um, I just came to tell you that I was leaving to go search for employment," I said, less scared than I had been when I first met this proud, intimidating man, but still slightly unsettled.
"Then go, I don't really care what you do," he spat back at me.
"Sorry, I just figured I'd let you know," I said softly, "Sorry for the intrusion." With that, I walked promptly away, avoiding his deadly gaze.
I then descended the long staircase and headed towards the door, stopping to fetch my hip-length wool trench coat. I prayed gratefully that I did not own one of the many voluptuous and long coats Seto wore; I knew I would trip over my feet constantly while wearing one of those. As I opened the front door and was about to exit I heard my name being called from behind me. I turned around and saw Mokuba running to catch up to me.
"Kira, wait!" he yelled.
"What's up Mokuba, did you need something?" I asked, curious to why he ran all the way down here to speak with me.
"Yeah," he said, out of breathe, "Seto told me to give you this." He thrust something into my hand. I looked down to reveal a manila envelope; similar to the one he gave my father that contained the emancipation papers.
Slowly opening the envelope, I found a few regular white sheets of paper, and a few smaller, thicker pieces of paper. One white sheet of paper appeared to be contact information for Seto Kaiba. Another white sheet that consisted of information about me, which on the top read "Resume of Kira Nemes. Finally, a small business card belonging to a Taxicab service, as well as two crisp 50-dollar bills were at the very bottom of the envelope. Upon seeing this, I looked at Mokuba curiously.
"Seto told me to give you that, he said to use him as a reference on your applications because you probably don't know anyone you can use, plus by using him you will get a job that much faster. Seto said he was impressed with how you didn't ask him for a job; he had expected you to. Therefore, he said if you use him as a reference, you'd definitely get an interview. He also made you a resume, figuring you didn't know much about the application processes. The money is for cab fees and lunch; we figured you wouldn't be back until later, so you would probably miss lunch. "Mokuba said with a small smile on his face.
"Oh, wow, thank you Mokuba," I said, giving him a small peck on his cheek, "That was very thoughtful of you both, could you thank your brother for me? I don't want to disturb him again."
"Sure, no problem, good luck," Mokuba said, his smile growing bigger.
"Thanks Mokuba, see you later!" I said, walking out the door, closing it softly behind me.
As I exited the mansion, I found the weather outside to be so agreeable that I was determined to walk to my destination. As I walked down the long winding, drive way I examined the foliage and trees that were all in full bloom. The estate really was magnificent
Finally, after about 10 minutes of walking I finally reached the exit to the Kaiba estate. I turned right onto the road that leads back to town and after about 20 more minutes of walking my feet were on the verge of falling off. 'Maybe I should have brought tennis shoes and changed into my high heels when I got there' I thought to myself. After 30 minutes of walking in those high heels I was sure, I had sores all over my feet. That was when I noticed my sanctuary at an intersection in the road. There ahead sat a bright orange bus stop sign. I smiled to myself as I stumbled over to the bus stop, dumping myself down onto the bench. I sat there resting my feet for about 10 minutes until a large gray bus with advertisements attached all over the sides pulled up next to the sign. I waited for a few people to get off until I was finally allowed on. I climbed the stairs and started making my ways towards the back when the bus driver stopped me.
"Um, yes?" I questioned, curious as to what I did wrong.
"That'll be 1.5, unless you got a bus pass," the driver said, annoyed with my ignorance.
"Oh!" I said, surprised by the driver's response. I then fished out one of the 50 dollar bills from my purse and addressed the driver, "Um, do you have change for a fifty? That's all I have."
"Didn't you read the sign? Us drivers don't carry change, now either get exact change or get off my bus!" the bus driver said ferociously.
"Um, yes sir," I said, backing away, getting ready to depart the bus.
"Here," someone said, holding out a dollar and fifty cents.
I Looked up to see a girl dressed in a black coat covered in chains and black tights. She had jet-black hair and gray eyes. I looked at her and smiled.
"Thanks!" I'll pay you back at the next stop when I get change," I said to her enthusiastically while taking the money, in turn paying the driver.
"Whatever," she stated.
I sat down next to her, contented that there were some nice people in the world and tried to strike up a conversation with the girl in black.
"So, what's your name?" I asked her, hoping to make friends with this girl.
She however, remained silent.
"My name is Kira," I said, hoping to get her to speak. She grunted in response. 'Well, at least that's a reaction' I thought to myself, continually trying to rouse her into speaking.
"Thanks for the loan, I really appreciate it," I said, still attempting to create conversation.
"Look, don't bother me, it was not a big deal so why don't you just leave me alone?" the girl said, irritated.
I, however, smiled at her broadly, she reminded me of Seto. I liked this girl, she was strong.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, you just remind me of someone I know, so, do you ride the bus often?" I asked, still attempting a conversation.
She glanced over at me in the corner of her eyes and saw me smiling at her, she looked at me peculiarly and said, "You're bizarre, do you know that?"
"Sorry, I'm not really used to speaking with people, I haven't met many people in my lifetime," I said, a little nervously.
"Anastasia," she said, bluntly.
"Huh?" I asked, confused by the random name divulging.
"That's my name," she said, in a bored tone.
I smiled at her again broadly, "It's nice to meet you Anastasia. So, where are you headed?"
"Work," she replied, disinterested.
"Oh, where do you work?"
"Delia's Delights, it's a café." She replied, venom dripping as she said the name of the store.
"Really? I'm on my way to apply for a job there, is it a bad place to work? You seem displeased with it." I asked, curiously.
"I hate the name, it's repulsive," she replied brusquely.
"Oh, I guess it is a little too feminine," I said thoughtfully.
She once again looked at me oddly, as if I were some bizarre creature from another world, she the snorted and went back to staring out the window. I looked at her for a brief second and smile to myself, as coarse as she was, I liked this girl, she was honest, proud, and didn't hesitate to speak her mind, all qualities I wish I possessed.
As the bus rolled along, I saw her pull down on the cord, signaling she desired to leave the vehicle. I followed her out, trailing behind her because I knew she would lead me to the first place I sought to apply. She sensed me following; knowingly she slowed down, probably noticing the hobble in my sore feet as I stumbled to catch up. While she did not slow down enough to allow me to walk next her, she was slow enough that I was able to pursue her without too much effort. Finally, after about 10 minutes of walking I saw her enter a shop with a sign that read "Delia's Delights".