"I cannot believe I'm doing this," Hinata sighed, straightening her tea-green long sleeve V-neck tee and black tiered peasant skirt that stopped just a few inches above her knees, showing off her long creamy legs. For five foot five, she was actually pretty slim and curvy. Her petite feet were shoved into black high-heeled Chloe Mary Janes and her glossy blue hair was straightened and held back with a black wide cotton headband.

Sasuke shook his head, dressed in an untucked button-down mustard yellow shirt, dark wash Capezio jeans and comfortable shoes. He looked a little more casual instead of Hinata's all business meets at-home style. She looked like her office was her home.

He stuck a cigarette between his lips and cupped his hand around the flame of his silver lighter. "Just deal Hyuga. So Mr. Kin got a little sick. He's fine."

Her eyes drifted to the floor. "If he dies . . ." She closed her eyes and smacked her lips, clearly trying to get rid of the image. "I have to deal with his twenty-four-year-old son who will own the company."

"That's better than having rubber in bed with you."

He smirked as she pointedly turned her head away from him. Her gold studs glittered in the spring air and she unconsciously played with her charm bracelet. He noticed she had gotten a gold ink pen and gold ink container to go on it. He smirked, how cute.

"Oh!" Hinata sighed impatiently, checking her white Motorola Razr with little lavender polka-dots. "We have a meeting in a few hours and if he insists on being late then-!"

Sasuke took the phone from her, placing it in his back pocket. "Relax Your Majesty. He's coming."

"You're awfully calm about this, Sasuke! You have to be in a meeting as well. I expect better of you! This is a meeting of business, not for your pleasure- Hey!"

He yanked her down and sat her on his lap, sitting on the hood of the midnight blue Mazda Mazda6. "Like I said, relax, Your Highness. He is going to be here."

She wriggled around but he kept a firm grip on her waist. She finally gave up and he let her go, going to get a can of tomato juice from a nearby vending machine. Not two seconds later, he was back and Hitachi, Mr. Kin's son, was speeding up in a candy-apple red Cadillac Convertible. He was a handsome man with jet black hair and dressed very young.

He slid out of the tan leather seats, aviator glasses of his black eyes, hair spiked up in a very modern fashion. His clothes were stylish: a white pre-splattered tee and Ralph Lauren close-fitting light destructed jeans. A pretty girl with wavy blond hair and blue eyes slid out of the car and flashed them a movie star smile, dressed in a candy-apple red strapless smocked mini dress and matching wedges.

Hinata and Sasuke each had the same thought; this kid was flashy.

He gave them a smile worthy of Brad Pitt, his Japanese perfectly flawless. "Hello. You two must be Hyuga Hinata and Uchiha Sasuke." He jerked his thumb towards Candy Apple who was beside him. "This is Kandi. She's from the states."

"Hello!" Kandi giggled, clutching his arm and speaking flawless . . . Spanish. "It's nice to meet you."

"Babe, Japanese." Hitachi looked at her over his aviators.

"Oh," she giggled in English before switching to almost perfect Japanese. "My bad!"

Hinata bobbed her head with Sasuke. "A pleasure for us as well."

Hitachi looked to the hospital, not a few feet away since they were in the parking lot. "I was in the states when I got the news of my father. I'm almost sorry to hear what happened to him. But it was coming."

Hinata's eyes widened with surprise and narrowed almost immediately in contempt and Sasuke barely had enough time to jump in before she began lecturing him. "Why do you say that?"

Hitachi smirked as Hinata struggled to control her breathing. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine. Tell us why you think that."

"He's been sick forever," Hitachi rolled his eyes as Kandi nodded along side him. "We've told him a thousand times before, don't do this, don't do that. But he does. And now he's paying the price."

"Your father is in ICU!" Hinata squeaked, tears in her eyes. "And you don't care about that at all!"

Sasuke gritted his teeth and shot her a glare, which she immediately brushed off with barely a glance.

Hitachi looked to her before looking to Sasuke. "You better keep your woman in check or someone is going to get hurt."

Sasuke rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, causing her to shut her lips tightly. "Right of course. We just came to say our apologizes for your father. We did not mean to cause trouble, right Hinata?"

She took a breath and smiled, bowing deeply. "I apologize, Hitachi-san. I did not mean to be rude."

Hitachi smirked again. "No problem. To let you know, I probably will be taking the company over." He winked at her. "And I know you guys aren't dating. So be careful."

Kandi didn't look the slightest bit offended, instead clapping her French-manicured hands and bouncing in her ultra-high wedges. Hinata's face turned the color purple and Sasuke smirked, bobbing his head and Hitachi headed for the entrance.

"Why, why, oh why." Hinata massaged her temples. "Why me? What did I do? What is possibly wrong with me?"

"Your tight ass, your huge knockers, your innocent appearance." Sasuke used his fingers to check off his list. "Should I keep going?"

She squared her jaw. "Forget you."

"Strong words, Hyuga."

She held up a palm and opened the door to his Mazda. "Take me home. This instant. I don't need to be verbally raped today. There is too much for me to do and I have absolutely no time."

Sasuke glared at her. "You asked to have what was listed. Don't get angry with me. You were the one he hit on."

"I'm not talking to you!"

"You're never talking to me! You're always yelling!"

"Just drive Uchiha-san!"

"Bossy much? Got a stick shoved up your ass?"

"Forget you Uchiha-san! I will hail a taxi!"

"Ha! You didn't bring you designer purse, Hyuga! How are you going to go anywhere?"

"I will walk!"

"In those things? I think not!"

"Then drive, Uchiha!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Drive or I will drive for you!"

"Fuck no! This is brand new! Think I want you behind this? I've never even seen you drive!"

Hinata narrowed her eyes. "The pearl white BMW coupe, Uchiha. The one so perfectly clean and unmarked, people have asked me if it was new."

He glared right back at her. "Two months. That's all it's going to take. Two months and that pretty little baby of yours is going downhill!"

She sharply turned her head away, crossing her arms over her ample chest and tucking her ankle behind her leg. "This discussion is over! I will not tolerate you for any longer."

"Then get out!"

"I have every right to be in this car Uchiha! Just please, take me home, so I can change!"

He turned the key in the ignition and pressed down on the gas pedal, shooting out of the parking lot. Hinata jerked forward and glared at her lap as she clumsily tried to put on her seatbelt. After a few minutes of fumbling, Sasuke grunted and reached over. Slapping her fingers out of the way, he snapped in the buckle and the issue was dropped.

-

"He's not going to go for this Hyuga! And you know it!" Sasuke waved the documents under Hinata's nose. He had changed into a white button-down shirt and gray Hermes dress pants. "He doesn't want money! He wants to take money! Build up to it and snatch it! Not be given money!"

Hinata reached for the file, angrily snapping back in his face as he held it away. "I know what he wants, Uchiha! Give me the damn file and I will fix it! Otherwise, quit your babbling!"

"Hyuga, you're not going to fix it! You're going to file it and then present it to him so that he can make us liable for another twenty-five thousand that we cannot afford to lose! We've got four offices being put up in Hong Kong and several other sites across Asia! We can not afford to lose twenty-five thousand! Whether you like it or not!"

"Yes we can, Uchiha! We can make more money! You don't have to get defensive! The resolve will be fixed. No one is going to miss twenty-five thousand! It will not make us liable!"

"Yes it will! See, that's your problem! You believe we have all this money-!"

"WE DO."

"WE DON'T! I'm trying to tell you that we don't! I check with our accountants everyday, Hyuga! We, no one really, can afford to lose twenty-five thousand because we're helping a 'friend'!"

Hinata grinded her teeth, glaring up at Sasuke. She had changed into a white button-down with a chocolate brown tube skirt and brown patent leather pumps. She had tugged her hair back into a slick ponytail and swept her bangs to the side. It was a very casual office outfit, but she had left the top two buttons undone in her haste to get out the door and back to work.

"Uchiha, we have more than enough money. We are not cash poor," she spat each syllable out. "If there is a problem with the damn thing, then we will take it to Hiashi and-,"

"No, we won't!" Sasuke dropped the file on her desk. "What is it with you and taking everything to the upstairs? I can't see why we can't just work it out now! If you would quit being so stubborn and listen to me for once-!"

"I am stubborn, Uchiha-san?" She whirled on him, snapping his face. "I believe it is you with the problem! I see nothing wrong with the contract in the first place! You're just in here to make drama and I'm sick of it! Ever since you got here, you've been ruining everything!"

"I ruin everything! That's a laugh, Hyuga! You make it seem like this is your company! This is my company as well! Why can't you for once just agree that I'm right and we won't have to deal with this every again?"

"Because you are wrong! Everything that you've put out is wrong! Documents, ideas, comments! Wrong, wrong, wrong! I'm right and you're not! Quit trying to make me the bad guy!"

"I'm not, Hyuga! You're making me act like the bad guy! All I'm trying to do is find out why the hell we can't come to agreement! It's like you're intent on making sure I have no say in what goes on in this company! I'm just as important as you! Don't make it seem like you've got all this responsibility that I'm supposedly shoving on you because I'm some slacker!"

She looked to the floor and Sasuke sank into a chair, rubbing his face. The silence stretched on and Hinata sat across from him, in the usual middle chair. It was nature for her to sit in the middle like it was nature for him to sit at the head of the table across from his father with Itachi on his right side.

Hinata hoisted herself up on the table, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers. "I think we should re-write the contract together."

"Agreed," Sasuke's quick response. "We should discuss things before trying to change anything."

"Agreed. And we shouldn't bicker so often. It's tearing the company apart."

Agreed. Shake on it?"

She smiled and reached across, giving a quick pump before jumping down and grabbing the file. In one swift moment she had ripped it in half and thrown it into the trash, walking past Sasuke and out the conference's frosted Plexiglas doors.

For once, they were actually agreeing on something other than that the other was very wrong.

Well now . . . I have no comment on that XDDDD

Anyways, Hinata is seeming pretty selfish . . . But it works . . . Right?

Tell me (nicely) in your wonderful, wonderful reviews ^^