A/N: I've been a bit delayed uploading this chapter and for that I apologise! Busy times at work and with Christmas shopping. Yippee .

Oh well, that's not your problem! Guess I'll just let you start reading. Enjoy! R&R!

Grimmjow walked into the office that morning with a scowl on his face and a crick in his neck. He had fallen asleep on the sofa the night before, and had woken up sore at four in the morning, where he proceeded to stumbled into his bedroom and collapse, still fully clothed.

He had a woken again to his alarm clock, feeling unclean and achy and, after a rushed morning in which he got himself and Shiomi ready and dropped her off at kindergarten, he finally made his way to work.

He had a car, but it had been at a garage since Monday, waiting on a part to be fixed, so he had to be up extra early to get everything done, which he really didn't enjoy – and neither did Shiomi. She had thrown a tantrum at being woken up even earlier than usual yet again and refused to work with him. Because of this, despite getting up early, he was about ten minutes late. It wasn't so bad though, because Louisebairn wouldn't know and he didn't have anything planned until half nine anyway.

As he walked across the floor towards his office, he passed by a couple of model rooms and a conference room before he reached the bullpen. A few meters from his door, a fairly tall man with a long face and a black braid hanging over his shoulder stood from his desk just ahead of him, bowing respectfully. He hated it when people did that, it made him feel old.

"Shawlong," Grimmjow said, stopping and readjusting his blazer..

"Jaegerjaquez-sama. Is there anything I can get you before our meeting?"

Grimmjow thought for a second. He'd skipped breakfast because of Shiomi's tantrum, he hadn't bothered to make himself anything to save time. He wasn't really hungry though, he never was anymore. He couldn't remember a time in the last fortnight that he'd had proper meal. "A coffee would be good."

The man nodded, heading off to the nearest staff canteen, which was down a floor. There were staff canteens on floors two, six, ten and fourteen. Grimmjow's work space was on floor five.

Grimmjow walked to his office, acknowledging the rest of his closest subordinates with a casual salute. His relationship with his workers was okay, he told them what to do and they did it, and he never had any trouble with them. But Grimmjow very rarely dealt with the most minor workers. Aizen Worldwide was responsible for working with a lot of companies, both local and foreign, so the amount of people under both himself and Luppi Antenor was large. Grimmjow had created a system for the way his staff would work, that left Louisebairn rather impressed, through delegation. He had his five most senior workers and had divided the rest of his staff into groups under them, so they would report to their senior officer, who would then report to Grimmjow. It also made it easier to spread out accounts, as he would give each team a couple to work on at a time. However, for this Kuchiki Music account, he would have to work on it personally, and only trusted his senior officers to help. His head was at risk for this, so he wasn't willing to lay it on the line for some grunt to make a mistake.

He raked his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his door, pausing for a second to grab the new papers in his pigeon hole, before stepping in and closing it behind him. He laid his briefcase on his desk and walked around it, sitting heavily in his big black leather chair as he dropped the retrieved papers in his in-tray.

The room was decorated as Grimmjow had requested, with stark contrasts of black, white and grey. There were hints of blue here and there, as was Grimmjows' way. The walls were white and his carpet grey. A black leather sofa sat along the wall to the right, and his dark – near black – desk faced the doorway. He had two smaller black chairs at his desk for visitors to use, but his was much plusher. Despite the dark furniture, the room was extremely bright, as the the wall behind him was all glass. There was a long black cabinet along the left wall, with small pieces of blue abstract art. He didn't have a clue what it was abstract about, but it looked decent.

He rubbed his hand over his face and then raked them through his hair, something he did all the time now - especially when he was at work. Ulquiorra said it was one of his 'stress actions', and Grimmjow had to agree. There wasn't a time that he didn't feel stressed anymore. He thought he was dealing with it well enough, but quite often Nnoitra and Nel made comments about how hard he was riding himself.

He sighed, running his hands through his hair once more for good measure and leant back with his eyes closed. He rubbed at his neck, trying to release the tension and ache from it for a while, before there was a knock on his office door. He looked up as Shawlong popped his head in the room, seeing that Grimmjow was doing nothing of importance, and walked in with a very large mug. He placed it on the coaster on the dark wood surface, receiving a small but grateful smile from the blue haired Titan as he glanced into the cup and saw the very dark liquid.

"Would you like to start the meeting early boss, or on time?"

Grimmjow looked up at the clock, seeing that it was now twenty past nine. He shook his head, "I still need to sort some things out."

Shawlong nodded and left without a word as Grimmjow spun his briefcase around and flipped it open. He pulled out the file he had yet to study and separated it into the pre-stapled sections. He had five subordinates, but he didn't want them all working on this piece just yet, they still had old work to finish anyway. He wanted the best three minds on the new campaign and the other two could finish the others and watch over the lower level workers before they joined in on this project. On the way to work, he had tried to think of the best ways to split the duties amongst the four of them – trying to working to everyone's strengths. He would take the design of the interior himself, as well as the arrangements of meetings and other official stuff that came as part of his job description; Shawlong Kufang - his most trusted underling, and who he considered his next in command - would be helping him with that duty and attending some meetings with him, while also helping Edrad Liones – who would be in charge of the exterior design. Yylfort Granz would be put in charge of the procuring, transporting and fitting of the electrical equipment when the deal was a go, but until then, he had to make a list and budget for how much all of this would cost Kuchiki Music Ltd. Grimmjow would oversee all of the duties, signing off on them or challenging them when he thought them unsuitable. Nakeem Grindina and Di Roy Rinker could finish the old lot and look after the rest of the staff. He separated the information he'd been given into the corresponding piles and took a sip of his coffee, trying to claw some kind of strategy from the back of his mind. He wasn't used to working such a big account, so he didn't know quite how to go about getting it. It wasn't very often that he had to win it anyway, most of the time the companies got in touch with them.

He glanced at the clock over his coffee mug and saw that it was a couple of minutes to half past. He sighed and pulled off his blazer, getting up and hanging it on the coat rack by his window. He stared out of it for a while, the sun shining weakly over the city as it attempted to break through spring clouds.

He was looking a little longer than planned because it was a knock on the door that pulled him back to his office. Again, he glanced at the clock and saw it was dead on nine-thirty. He cleared his throat and headed back to his desk, calling for the knocker to come in. As he sat in his luxury chair, Shawlong entered - taking his place centrally in front of Grimmjow, while the others filtered in. A very large, brutish looking man with a most unusual hairstyle - one half of his head shaved down and black with the other side long and red - stood on Shawlong's stage right while a slightly smaller and more effeminate man with long blonde hair and short swooping bangs took his place on Shawlong's other side. On The far right stood an even smaller but much wider man with a dark brown bowl cut on the far left stood the shortest of the lot. He had chin length silver hair and gapped teeth that made him look like what Grimmjow described as a demented shark-man. The five stood before their blue-haired leader and bowed respectively.

"Okay, I've called you all here today with a big assignment. It's probably going to take a while to be done, and I want my best men on the job. Aizen wants the Kuchiki Music Ltd. account; and we have to get it."

The five men's eyes widened, but only one dared to speak. "But, Jaegerjaquez-sama, isn't that a foreign account?" Shawlong asked.

Grimmjow nodded. "It is, but Aizen-sama has given it to me personally; and who am I to say no?"

Understanding dawned in their eyes, and nobody spoke again while they waited for Grimmjow to continue.

"Today, I'm going to contact the company and attempt to set up a meeting, which may possibly take me out of the country. Regardless, I have specific jobs for you all for now, but I'll hopefully know more by this afternoon."

He pushed a pile forward to Shawlong and the man reached down to pick them up. "These are yours."

He picked up a second pile, "Edrad."

The dual haired Titan reached out and accepted the pile, and Grimmjow reached for the final pile to hand over, "Yylfort."

The blonde took his pile, quickly flipping through it with mild curiosity.

"I want you three to read those documents. Analyse them. Memorize them. If we get this account, I want you to know the history of Kuchiki Music's other headquarters like the back of your hand."

The three nodded, and Grimmjow's gaze fell on the bigger man that he had yet to address. "Nakeem, I want you to take over supervision of Shawlong and Edrad's teams, make sure they continue to work efficiently while they are occupied," And then his gaze fell to the smallest man on the other end of the line. "Di Roy, I want to you do the same with Yylfort's team. The both of you will still be present for meetings regarding this account, and will most likely have jobs to fulfil, but for now, this is what I want you to do."

The two nodded, and silence filled the room. Grimmjow wasn't really sure what else to say; he didn't know anything about the company because he'd only skimmed over the briefing on them, and until he had a meeting with the company's representatives, he couldn't start them off on anything. So instead, he settled with adjourning the meeting.

"That's all for now. I'll let you all know if anything else comes up."

They acknowledged their cue to leave, the five of them filing out of the room to their respective cubicles.

Grimmjow took a deep drink from his now lukewarm coffee and looked to his two tier desk shelf, specifically the in-tray. He had a few things to sign off on before he could move onto his KMLtd. contribution, and he still had the work he had failed to look over last night. He got the papers out of his briefcase, glad that there were only five more papers from yesterday to do, and set to work on them first, to get them out of the way.

By the time he had finished yesterday's papers, it was almost half ten, and was glad to put them into envelopes to go in his out-tray. The mail clerks came around every morning at around half eleven, every afternoon at around two and every evening at around half five to pick up outgoing documents. He separated the inter-building mail and the outgoing mail into separate piles – at the request of the mailroom to help with efficient delivery - and pulled two large elastic bands out of his top drawer. He strapped the piles together and put them in the out-tray before he pushed a couple of buttons on his phone, dialling his extension to Shawlong. He pressed the button for loudspeaker and pulled a couple of documents from his tray, picking up his pen once again. After a couple of rings, the dial tone stopped and Shawlong's voice filled the room.

"How can I help Jaegerjaquez-sama?"

"How's things on the floor?"

"Smooth. I sent a memo out to all staff to tell them to report to Liones and Rinker respectively until further notice."

"Good man, how is your work looking?"

Grimmjow got a brief opinion before he came off the phone, not very happy with what he'd heard. It was going to take a lot to impress Kuchiki Music. When it hit eleven o'clock, Grimmjow set his phone to divert to Shawlong and left his office, heading to the staff room for a coffee and then to the smoking room on the same floor for a cigarette, his usual break time routine. By the time it got to lunch time, Grimmjow had managed to finish his morning work and had read through the overview research he had been provided. He only took a quick lunch, having a cigarette and grabbing an apple and bar of chocolate before he returned to his office. As he passed Shawlong, the man observed what he was holding.

"Jaegerjaquez-sama, would you like me to grab you a sandwich?"

Grimmjow shook his head and kept walking, "A coffee would be nice though, with a bit more milk in this one."

He entered the office and sat down, biting into the apple and putting it on the desk.

He looked at the number in the file, and typed it into his phone.

After a few rings it was picked up. "Kuchiki Music, California Branch Reception Desk, how may I help you?"

Luckily, Grimmjow had taken to the English language quite well, and had kept knowledge somewhat fresh. He would be able to deal with this account without much of a language barrier.

"Hello, this Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez from Aizen Worldwide in Japan. I would like to speak to someone about commissioning the architecture for your newest office in Tokyo?"

"Ah yes, I'll just transfer you through to the relevant department if you will give me two minutes. I'll put you on hold."

"Thank you," he replied, before the hold music came on. He twisted his face slightly as 'Viva La Vida' by Coldplay played softly through the speaker. The woman's accent was broad, and he could imagine what she what would look like from that alone. Blonde hair, with highlights of course. Short skirt, revealing shirt, fake, pearly white smile and probably so up her own arse that she could probably chew her food twice.

Shawlong knocked on the door and entered then, with a coffee and small plate in his hands then. He approached the desk and set them down, so that Grimmjow could see the light coloured coffee and the small, simple sandwich. He pulled the phone from his ear a little and looked at the man questioningly.

"You need to eat, Grimmjow-sama. Your diet is most unhealthy – don't think I didn't notice."

He smirked, waving him off good with good nature as Shawlong shared a small smile and left. He picked up the sandwich, content with at least eating half before he finished off his apple and chewed quickly. It was a simple cheese and tomato sandwich and, luckily, he had finished swallowing just before the woman came back on the line.

"I'll just transfer you through now, sir."

By the end of the day, Grimmjow was vaguely happy with the outcome. The KMLtd. officials had actually travelled to Japan for a number of months to set up their account, and Grimmjow had managed to set up an initial meeting for the following Tuesday at 7. He'd also managed to get through all of the work brought to him over the day for the first time all week. He dropped the last of his mail to be sent out into his pigeon hole and locked up, bidding farewell to his packing up workers.

On his way home, he stopped by McDonalds and picked up a happy meal for Shiomi, but didn't bother getting anything for himself. Nel would have his life for it, but he didn't care at the moment. Sleeping on the couch didn't make for a good rest and he just couldn't be bothered with cooking when he got home. It's not like Shiomi had them every day anyway, it was just a one-off treat.

As expected, Nel did have a little go, but let it go when he said he was tired.

"You're working yourself too hard Grimm! There's no need for you to take on as much as you do."

Grimmjow merely scowled, growled and waved her off as he handed over the happy meal to his daughter. Shiomi squealed with delight and ran over to sofa, climbing laboriously up and digging straight in.

"Don't make a mess!" Grimmjow said, making to walk straight past Nel. "I just want to go to bed Nel, can you save the lecture for another day?"

She sighed heavily, but relented. She followed him into the kitchen to see him pull a beer out of the fridge and pop the top off.

"Have you eaten?" She asked.

He hummed the affirmative, feeling a small edge of guilt for lying to her - but he brushed it off. He didn't have an appetite and he couldn't be bothered to have food forced down his neck.

She gave him a look that suggested she saw through his ruse, but she didn't say anything if she did. Instead she just walked over, patted him on the back and kissed his cheek.

"See you tomorrow."

"See ya."

He didn't watch her leave, but he heard Shiomi say her goodbyes with a mouthful of food and the apartment door open and close.

He put his hands on the edge of the kitchen counter and braced himself against it, hanging his head and breathing heavily. Dejection and frustration was rolling out of him in waves, but he couldn't let his daughter see him like this. He stood up straight and entered the living room; trapping all of his negative feelings back inside, just like he always did.

MisaxMisa: You work too hard Grimmy.

Grimm: *growls* Don't fucking call me that.

MisaxMisa: All work and no play makes Kitty a dull boy.

Grimm: You do NOT get to call me that you raging bitch!

Shiomi: What did you say Daddy?

Grimm: FUCK!