Hinata's coffee was already emptied on the long commute. She woke up at four in the morning just to hope to be on time. She introduced herself to the front desk, only for the attendant to be dismissive of her. They changed their attitude once they saw what she was hired for. Hanabi got up to style her hair, but it seemed her clothes still made her look lowly.

With ID and keys, she was directed to an elevator that would take her to the executive floor with her pass card. She made a prayer in the elevator that the day would either end swiftly or go smoothly. She stepped out into the top floor and looked toward the executive office.

"Hyuga Hinata." The man who interviewed her greeted her. Hinata bowed. He tosses her a thick binder. "You will want to memorize this." Hinata scrabbled to hold on to it. "Here's your phone." Hinata tucked the binder in one arm and took the phone before he could throw it, too. "The director's schedule is in it. It needs to be updated in real-time. If anyone asks him about meetings, you wait until he prompts you to tell him his options. If he doesn't, he doesn't want to schedule, and you say nothing. He rides the elevator with you, his sons, and no one else. Everyone knows this, but if someone does not, you ask them to get off. Under no circumstances does he not know about everything that is happening. If he doesn't, it is on you."

Hinata stood, bewildered, as he listed off other basics. When the director took his lunch, what he ate, who to have it delivered to, how he took his coffee, and when it should be refilled.

"And you don't leave until he leaves. He will call you at any hour of the day, and you answer if he tells you to need to be somewhere. You need to be there in under an hour. It doesn't matter if it's three in the morning." Hinata opened her mouth, but closed it immediately. "What?"

Hinata feared the worst. "I live over an hour away."

"You will need to fix that." He informed her. "Find an apartment nearby. He practically lives here." Hinata pierced her lips together. "I will be with you today, but you are on your own tomorrow. Good luck."

Hinata let out a breath as he turned from her, heading for the director's office. She quickly followed his heels.

He knocked and stepped in. "She's here, sir."

Hinata looked at the stern-faced man behind his desk and bowed fully. "Hinata Hyuga, sir."

"I know." The director stated. Hinata forced eye contact. Lowering her head the slightest to tell him she understood. Fugaku snapped his fingers. "Status."

Hinata looked at the man beside her. He pulled his phone out, and she quickly did the same, opening the same app he did. "You have…"

"Not you, her." Fugaku snapped.

Hinata flinched, skimming the structure. "You have a meeting in fifteen minutes with the development team, then another after with the head of Uzumaki Inc., lunch with… Itachi." She wasn't sure why it was only a first name. "Then you are to be in here until four, when you have a report from the finance department."

"Stocks," Fugaku commanded.

The interviewer closed the app she was in and opened another. She rattled off the numbers.

Fugaku eyed her silently. His eyes flicked away. As intimidated as Hinata was, he seemed impressed. She was used to her father's cold eyes. This was nothing in comparison. "Hmm." Fugaku looked at his computer screen.

Hinata looked to her right for guidance. The interviewer showed her to a different door left of the office. Once he closed the door behind him, he started instructing again. "This is the desk you will spend most of your time at. When you are not accompanying him to meetings or where he tells you to be, you don't leave here."

Hinata noticed a box of personal items that weren't removed. "That's mine."

Hinata pierced her lips together. "I am replacing you… ?"

"I'm moving to a different department. Better than being fired." He told her with a softness he hadn't used before. "I won't lie to you. This job is hard. It's the hardest thing I have ever done. I thought the pay was worth it, but…" If Hinata wasn't scared before, she was now. This man was much older than her, likely with ten years under his belt and better schooling. He looked at her up and down. "I have no clue why he hired you, and honestly, I don't think you will last a week."

Neither did she.

"I'll give you the best piece of advice you'll get. He is always right. It doesn't matter if he says the sky is purple. You say yes, sir." From the look on his face, it may have been advised that he didn't follow.