Thanks to cookie-pocky-strawberry-love and Cooking Pan for reviewing the first chapter. And thanks to all who read this.

This is where we meet the host club (YAYS) and I saw toy story yester day (cutest movie ever, I cried at the end) and there was one of those monkeys that have symbols in their hands and it had the creepiest face ever. I may actually have nightmares from a children's movie.

Hope you enjoy chapter number two

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"Now am I deemed presentable enough for you standards?" Haruhi as she eyed the makeup brush in fear.

"One last thing, and you'll be good as gold." Renge said as she dusted something over Haruhi's cheeks.

"Kay, got to go or I'll be late for the interview! Bye!" Haruhi calls as she zooms out the door

Ugh, when will that girl learn I hate makeup? I feel dirty wearing it, like I need to go and scrub my face clean... Okay now where is this HC Inc... Oh you've got to be kidding me. It's A BLOCK away? How did I not see this...?

Haruhi pulls up her car to park in the garage next to the building. She walks out and into the tiny doors marked "HC Inc." in spray paint... Not much of a first impression, this is really dingy, should I have trusted Mei?... Haruhi pulls open the door and her legs go weak at the sight inside the doors. The lobby is the size of the whole block, and on the left is the largest, fanciest revolving door she'd ever seen. Everything is white, black, or gold, with a large black marble fountain as the centerpiece. Atop the fountain is a spinning logo (a gold HC), that spits water at the fountain. Haruhi stops gawking long enough to go and ask the man at the front desk where the interviews are held...I guess I went though the maintenance entrance...

"Go down the white hallway and take the large gold elevator to the seventh floor." The man says without looking up from the tabloid.

"Kay, thanks!" Haruhi calls to the mean man and heads off in the direction of the elevators... Man, this place is FANCY! Wonder what they do here? Probably a snobby rich society... The gold doors part to a floor with one grey door at the end of the hallway. This was the weirdest hallway Haruhi had ever seen. The floor and walls were all made of glass. Haruhi wasn't afraid of heights but did not like the feeling that she might plummet to her death if the glass gave way. She ran down the hallway and stood quietly in front of the grey door, waiting for someone to answer her knock she had made. Shuffling could be heard behind to door before it was opened by an unseen force to show a dimly lit room with a man with glasses and jet-black hair sitting at a desk with two chair at it, one he was sitting in and the other empty He sat there with a smirk upon his face, as if waiting for Haruhi to react somehow but Haruhi kept her cool. She needed the job and had to do something while looking for a law firm to accept her.

"Hello sir. My name is Haruhi Fugioka, your one o' clock interview." Haruhi stood at the desk's side waiting for him to shake her hand? Is this dude mentally retarded? Can't he shake hands? The man chuckles, and shakes her hand warmly.

"Sorry, I was waiting for you to react. Most women do when they meet the second most eligible bachelor in all of Japan. I'm Kyoya Ootori, vice president of HC Inc." Kyoya says and begins to read something in a manila folder beneath him. He smiles and silently laughs to himself before looking back up all serious and stuff. "Ms. Fugioka, I would like to say that your history is quite colorful. You go to Ouran, and then to college and then you are a Juice bar attendant, Vocalist for a nightclub, ghost writer, vice president of a frozen yogurt franchise, and a tea ceremony instructor, are you sure you only went to law school? And why haven't worked at any law firms?"

"Nobody will hire me, even if I did graduate top of class in five years instead seven. I have to get odd jobs to keep up my part of the rent but you probably don't care about my personal life. So what exactly does this job entail? I didn't get any information when I confirmed my interview or online. What kind of club is HC Inc?" Haruhi was trying to resist the impulse to scream in frustration... What kind of interview is this?

"That will all be explained tomorrow. You're hired Ms. Fugioka. Your hours are from 8 am to 7 or 8 pm Monday through Friday and you may have to work a few Friday and Saturday nights a month. Before you go I'd like you to meet your other bosses." Kyoya says and the rest of lights flick on. Standing in the light were seven men that were previously hiding in the shadows, and Haruhi knew all their names. They were the infamous Ouran high school host club, or at least the founding members.

Haruhi had hated them in High school for mistaking her short hair and thinking she was a boy. Haruhi didn't mind because who cared what they thought, but then everybody thought she was a boy and that caused some problems when she had to go to the bathroom. They hadn't been mean, but very very stupid in their ways, besides who wanted a fake romance? Haruhi only wanted the real thing and had no appeal in their tricks and lies. Upon realizing who she was working for, Haruhi decided to make a run for it but her foot caught on the carpet and she smashed into a random pedestal that held a large and very expensive vase, and when the vase hit her square in the head, Haruhi decided to take a nap on their plushy floor.

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I know it's cliffie, but I'll update tomorrow because I have the next chapter written already. (I actually have the next two chapters already written but that is beside the point)

Until Haruhi wakes up from nap time,

PFB OUT!=)