Hinata placed her hands on the hood of midnight blue Mazda Mazda6, to steady the shaking in her body. The cool metal against the palm of her hands barely went up to her Chanel Allure-drenched wrists and didn't help the wrathful thoughts that she was trying to get rid of.

After Mr. Kin's death, a week after they gave their apologies, Hitachi called them out to a cruise boat for a dinner. The yacht was huge but the three of them could easily say their father's was bigger. Everything was perfect, the food, the discussions, the talking, everything. And then Hitachi had said he wasn't going to sign the contract.

"Motherfucking bastard!" Hinata wanted to scream but didn't. Instead, she pressed a hand to her forehead and wondered why she had gotten so dressed up. In a black strapless chiffon Versace tea-length dress and red silver-buckled peep-toe Coach pumps, she looked beautiful. A broad red leather belt sat around her midriff, just under her ample chest. Her hair had been blown out and gold hoops dangled from her ear lobes. And yet everything was a total waste of time.

"Sasuke," she said, closing her eyes. "Did you feel that?"

"Feel what?" he grunted, popping a cigarette between his full lips and cupping the lighter.

She snapped her eyes open and they both looked to the sky. In a matter of seconds, they were drenched and Hinata let out a tired sigh, waving her hand at the car. She felt like crying. Just the thing to ruin her day.

Sasuke gave the finger to the sky, grinding his now useless cigarette into the ground. "Fuck this day, and fuck everything else before it."

Hinata dropped her head on his shoulder. "Just take me home. So I can cry in peace."

Sasuke complied and they piled into the Mazda, driving quickly away from the dock where the boat was. Hinata dropped her head against the gray leather seats, a hand on her forehead. She could have used a stiff drink and wouldn't have passed up the chance if given. Her day was fucked anyways. Might as well get drunk to end with a finish.

"Hiashi and Fuguka are not going to be pleased," she whimpered, pressing her throbbing head to the window.

"Don't remind me," Sasuke grunted, his hands clutching the wheel.

Hinata pressed the tips of her French-manicured fingers to her temple. "I'm going to get revoked. Criticized. Hiashi's going to be pissed. I have too many things to do. Our strongest connection in Hong Kong is gone. We'll have to stop the production on our towers in Hong Kong."

"At least we didn't lose any money," Sasuke attempted. He didn't want to hear about their failure. He'd get it tomorrow, on Monday, when Fuguka would begin shoveling it in his face and saying how lucky he was Itachi decided to pass of the title of COO to him.

"I need a stiff drink," Hinata sighed, turning to Sasuke. "I've got really strong wine at home. Barely a dent in it."

"I'm game."

Hinata's shoulders dropped as she sighed, reaching for her red leather Coach tote to pull out her white Razr, dialing her father on speed-dial. "I suggest you stay with me. Fuguka might want to hunt you down."

Chuckling at her joke, they turned painfully silent as Hiashi picked up.

Hinata rubbed her forehead, looking to her lap. "Hi, daddy. No, nothing's wrong, why would you ask that?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes as she cringed, realizing she had used her old term for when things got bad. "Hello, big hint something's wrong."

She sighed again, shooting him a that-did-not-help-and-you-know-it glance. "Well, he didn't . . . he didn't sign, father. He, um, told us that he wasn't going to waste his time with insignificant people such as us."

She licked her full lips and Sasuke looked to her, stopping at a light. Hinata looked to him and they locked eyes as she nodded along to the phone.

She hung up with a sigh and closed her eyes, breaking connection. "He wants us in his office, effective immediately. Meaning we've got twenty minutes before he arrives."

"Shit." Sasuke pressed down on the acceleration pedal and shifted gears, driving fast. "This fucking sucks."

She dropped her phone back into her tote. "Don't I know it?"

-

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Hiashi's voice boomed through the twenty-second floor conference room.

Hinata cringed as Fuguka dropped his head in his hands; Neji and Itachi looked at the pair of them suspiciously. They had ever right to believe this since they walked in the door soaking wet. That's why Sasuke hadn't bothered to sit in the black cushioned leather swivel chair, like Hinata had.

She tucked a strand of drenched blue hair behind her ear. "He doesn't want to do business with us."

"What about the future?" Hiashi sighed, rubbing his clean-shaven chin.

"Not in the near or the far off," Sasuke grunted, tapping his pack of cigarettes against the leg of his black slacks. "Not ever, if you didn't get that."

"We understood that, Sasuke," Fuguka glared at him. "What I want to know is what the fuck you were doing so that he didn't sign the damn thing."

Hinata locked eyes with him. "Please keep quiet, Fuguka. We haven't done a damn thing so do not ask why the hell he wouldn't sign the damn thing. Do you think I'd be here if I knew the fucking answer?!"

The room grew quiet as Hinata dropped her ringing head into her trembling hand. "What the fuck do I do now, huh?! You don't have to fucking worry about this, so shut the fuck up, alright?! I have to deal with a contract that's been rejected, the humiliation and the embarrassment! Not you two! You just sit up here and sign papers with pretty pens! I have to do shit to make shit work!"

She locked eyes with Itachi and slapped the contract in front of him and Neji. "I want the two of you to fix a motherfucking memo for the next week. We are focusing on the terms for Canada and Russia. Then we take this bitch to the states and no one is to be useless, got it?"

They nodded and she turned to Sasuke, determination on her face. "We have lots to discuss, Uchiha. Either we agree soon or we just shut the fuck up."

He smirked and nodded before she turned to their fathers, hands on her hips. "If you have any objections, then meeting adjourned."

Hiashi locked eyes with her, his voice level. "If you mess this up, you can forget hitting president."

"COO is just fine with me, father. Now, leave. I have too much to discuss with Sasuke."

They filed from the room and Hinata tugged her belt off, surprising Sasuke. She dropped it on the floor and kicked her shoes.

"Okay then," Sasuke said, slipping his jacket off and dropping it on the floor. "If you're ready, then I am."

"Good," Hinata smiled. She cracked her fingers for the second time in her life and pulled a chair up beside him. "Let's get this started. We've got ten-odd hours before we're officially back to work. Let's see what we can do."

Damn you Hitachi Kin! You're going down! You are dead to me! D2M! DDDDD2222MMMMM! XDDDD

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