Authors Note: I apologize for being away so long, and not having posted in almost a year. I was having a really rough time; My father was diagnosed with cancer, so I dropped out of school to take care of him. He passed away in October... My sister also gave birth to my very first nephew in November. He was diagnosed with sprouting angiogenesis (1). So again, i'm sorry for my absence, and I hope you all will enjoy my next chapter.

And again, this story is rated M due to some explicit scenes (none in this chapter).

It had been nearly two months since that night. Thoughts buzzed through my head tonight as I threw myself down on the couch. With a sigh as I opened the book I brought down with me to the living room. It had been so long since I had actually read this book. I had gotten bored with reading, and spent a lot of time watching the television to consume my boring days. I turned to the page where I left of at, which had been held by a book marker. As I flipped through the pages, a business card fell to my breast.

"Curious..." I said aloud to myself, picking up the card.

Seto Kaiba – CEO of Kaiba Corp.
Office Phone: x4x-x3x-5x9x
Email: skaiba1025

On the back side of the card was also written "personal cell phone" with another number following it. It had quite a while since that night, but long enough to have forgotten about Mr. Kaiba's generous offer. I set the book down on my stomach, still opened to the page with the book mark in it, as I picked up the business card and held it before me. Seto Kaiba, my fiance's boss. I couldn't imagine him being the "jerk" that everyone proclaims that he is. He was very kind at the party, and quite the conversationalist.

I found myself becoming intrigued when I started thinking back to that night, remembering Kojiro's jealousy towards the CEO. I couldn't help buy chuckle at the memory. It baffled me that everyone though that Mr. Kaiba was retiring. He was still at every meeting that was reported in the news, and he was still at all of his formal gatherings. The only thing he really hasn't been doing in such a long time was participating in tournaments for duel monsters. And now he bought out Shin Industries.

That reminded me, I never did find out why his company took over her fiance's company. Our conversation had been cut short at the time because of Kojiro. What was his reasoning anyway? Did he grow tired of the game and want to do something else with his life? Did he just do it for a larger income? I couldn't imagine why he needed more money. He was already one of the richest men alive, perhaps the richest man next to Maximilian Pegasus.

"Oh Kisara, there you are!" Kojiro's voice surprised me.

I worried about him seeing the business card for some reason, so I stuffed it into the pocket of my sweatshirt. "Good morning dear. You're up earlier than usual."

"I'm going in a bit early today." He replied to my comment.

"Oh?" I wondered as he leaned over the side of the couch to kiss my forehead, "What for?"

He smiled at me as he stayed leaning over the couch, "I have a meeting later today, and I wanted to take a good look over my presentation one last tie to make sure it's flawless!"

"This is the first I'm hearing of any meeting. You never mentioned it to me..." I pouted at him, "Don't tell me you're actually slacking on it..."

"No way!" He finally stood from the side of the couch, "Kaiba has been really getting on me since that dinner party. I nearly have to memorize my contracts since he became the boss. I'm constantly double checking all my work because of him.

Oops... I was the one who mentioned to the CEO that he didn't fully read all the contracts... "Not that double checking is a bad thing... Maybe he expects big things from you, Koji."

"Or he just hates me..." Kojiro snared under his breath, "What cha' reading today dear?"

"I highly doubt that he hates you." I sat up and turned to him, resting my chin on the back of the couch, "And I'm finally finishing up that book about the run away who are trying to avoid the harvest camps."

"Ah, that one. What's it called again?" He reached over and picked up the book.

"Unwind (1). It's a teen fiction book." I smiled as Kojiro balanced the book on m head.

"I'll never understand your fascination with teen novels. Nor will I judge you for it though." He said, finally letting go of the book, "Perfect!"

I couldn't help but giggle, "You're cute."

I grabbed the book and set it back down on the couch. Kojiro made his way to the front of the couch, pulling me up from where I sat. He gave me a kiss and flashed his bright smile as he pulled my hips forward. He hugged me tightly with a sigh of relief.

"Well then, I'll be going now. Have a beautiful day, dear." He kissed my nose.

"You too." I replied as he let go of me. "Don't stress out too much about that meeting."

"I won't!" He spun around and headed out of the living room.

"Oh! Wait!" I jumped forward, running after him.

"Yes, Kisara?" He waited for me in the hallway.

"I wanted to ask you..." I swallowed the nervousness of my heart beating in my throat, "What would you think of me getting a job...? You know... just to pass the time while you're away at work..."

"You really don't like all the free time... Do you?" He stared down at me with those deep read eyes and sighed, "Well, I can't stop you. We will talk about it more when I get home from work tonight. Sound good?"

I nodded, and Kojiro rubbed my head.

"Great. I love you." He kissed me once more, as one of the maids, Sai; Kojiro's new personal maid, approached with his coat and briefcase. "See you later."

"Have a good day." I smiled and turned back to walk down the hall.

I always felt so weird when Kojiro told me that he loved me. I've only ever told him that I loved him a few times in our relationship. I remember an argument we had because of it, or more so my lack of it. I don't feel like I should need to say it at the end of every conversation, or every time that we say goodbye or goodnight. That specific argument almost ruined us before, nearly ending our relationship. I sometimes think that may be his reason for proposing to me, to insure that I do love him. Sometimes... I do wonder why he even chose me anyway.

"Really, Momoka, I can do this myself..."

"But I insist, Miss Kisara!" My personal maid was trying to keep me from doing a from doing any work, especially now that I was a part of the Fujiyama household. "Besides, you always burn yourself every time that you cook!"

She had a point. I pouted and sat back at the chair by the kitchen table. Admitting defeat, I sighed and leaned back in the chair. As I did, the business card I had hid earlier had emerged from my sweatshirt pocket, falling to the floor.

"Ooh! What's that?" Momoka jumped from the stove, spoon in one hand and a hot pan of eggs that still needed to cook longer in the other.

I reached down and picked up the card, "A business card..."

"Oh! Is that why you were asking Kojiro if you could get a job?"

"Well... Yes and no." I started, "I never wanted to quit working in the first place. Up until today, I had completely forgotten about the job offer."

"It was an offer?!" Momoka was excited as she ran back to the stove, placing the ban back on the burner and stirring the eggs. "What for?"

"Well... Kojiro's new boss—"

"Seto Kaiba offered you a job!?" She spun around again, this time with only the spoon in her hand, "Doing what?!"

"Keep it down, Momoka..." I hushed her, looking around to make sure know one was spying or eavesdropping, "I don't want the whole world to know about it..."

"Sorry..." Momoka grabbed two plates from the cabinets, and some forks from the drawer full of silverware.

Walking to the table, Momoka set one plate in front of me, and the other one in an empty spot where she would sit. She placed a fork next to each plate as well. She then turned around and grabbed some cheese from the fridge. With that in hand, she went back to the eggs, stirring them more and spreading out the cheese over those eggs.

"I still don't understand how you can just eat breakfast foods for every meal." Momoka changed the subject for a moment.

"It's just brunch..." I mumbled, "Breakfast is my favorite..."

Momoka laughed, now walking to the table with the cheese eggs that smelled absolutely wonderful. Approaching the table, she used the spoon to scrape the eggs from the pans on to the plates. "You can be such a kid sometimes, Miss Kisara."

"Yeah..." I nodded, "But at least it keeps me positive. I used to be quite the pessimist back when I first started working here."

"Amen to that. You make a great point there." The maid sat the pan in the sink and turned off the stove burners. "Milk?"

"Yes, please." I replied, fidgeting with the business card once again. "But as I was saying before... One of Seto's maids is moving to America, to take care of her ill father... Than again, it's been about two months since then. I'm sure she already moved by now."

"So he offered you the position?" Momoka grabbed the jar of milk from the fridge and two glasses from the cabinets before returning to the table and sitting. "What luck, huh? You were always the best maid when we worked together."

"I doubt that," I laughed, "I can't cook remember?"

"So true!" We laughed together as she poured the milk into our glasses.

With a sigh to finish the laughter, I took a few bites of the eggs before continuing the conversation. "But Seto and I got to talking when I was at the banquet Kojiro took me to. I may have been a bit tipsy from that... That heavenly strawberry wine."

Momoka couldn't keep a straight face and laughed some more. She knew I didn't drink much, but my reaction to the wine was hilarious to her. Even when I arrived home that night and I had told her of this "amazing" strawberry wine she had laughed about it. But then again, I'd laugh too if my former coworker, maid friend were singing "Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter while being tipsy.

"Heh... But I somehow got to a point in our conversation where I brought up the topic that I had been a maid before Kojiro and I got engaged, and how I missed working. So he told me about the position, and that if I were interested, the position was open for me."

"And you're just now taking the job into consideration?" she seemed shocked, "Damn girl, I would have been all over that job offer, right then and there! I'm sure that it pays way better than here. Plus, I heard all of Kaiba's employees get benefits. I'm sure his maids do too."

"Hell, I wouldn't mind working for free at this point." I sighed, "I just get so bored not having anything to do..."

I took a few more bites of the cheese eggs and sipped on some of the milk. I read the number on the back of the card, over and over again. Kojiro didn't sound to thrilled when I brought up working again... But he also said he couldn't stop me, if I wanted to...

"What do you think?" I asked, staring at the purple eyed maid with the long red ponytail.

Her small hands grabbed her glass of milk and took a large gulp. "Well, in my situation, I would definitely take the job. You on the other hand... That's tough. I know you don't see it, but Kojiro seems really possessive over you. I don't see it ending well for you... But if you can convince him, I really think you should go for it. I know I would if I were you."

"Should I wait to talk to Kojiro tonight?" I questioned, stirring my eggs on the plate in a circle.

"I mean..." Momoka surveyed the room, making sure no one was around and then put a hand by her mouth, as if trying to hide her lips as if someone were around to see them, "I don't see anything wrong with me just calling him to see if the position is still open. Who knows. Maybe Kojiro doesn't even need to know that you're working."

"I would never hide it from him..." I fidgeted with the card again. "But... I think I'll just wait for Kojiro to get home."

"You're no fun." my maid pouted and continued to eat her portion of eggs.

"I'd just rather make sure it's okay with him..." I started eating as well.

It was a quiet meal after that. I'm glad I had Momoka to talk to about everything. I never had a single friend in this world. Perhaps it would have stayed that way had I not come here. Momoka was the only maid that I got along with. Sai was cold, and she never really spoke to anyone. Nami was loud, and always had something to complain again. Chieko was always stuck up, and thought she was better than everyone else. Izanami was Nami's older sister, and while she was kind, she... Well, always had to show herself off in unflattering ways so to speak. More so... She was very inviting of others, especially men.

I know I had mentioned before about how I would have liked to work without them, but in all actuality, I don't think I could have handled working as the only maid. Sure, there's a few butlers around here, but I've never really associated with them. I know some of their names; Kazuhiro, Daisuke, and Osamu where the only ones that I had really gotten to know the names of. I specifically knew that Daisuke was a sweet heart. I heard a rumor from Izanami that Daisuke had a bit of a crush on me. She tried asking him out before, but I think Daisuke had the same feelings towards her that I have. But I don't doubt his crush, since he always tries to check up on me when he's not tending to Kojiro's sister, Fujiyama, Kyoko. I don't know how Daisuke could handle being her personal maid. She's a spoiled brat for sure. I hate to think she'll be my sister-in-law someday.

Had I not been with Kojiro, I would have considered going out on a few dates with him, to get to know him better. He was pretty cute, for being two years younger than me. But, I guess that will never happen now that I'm engaged. I sometimes ponder the thought of what it would have been like to date someone before Kojiro, or if things didn't go as planned what it would be like trying to date someone new. I shook the thought away, as Momoka started cleaning up her plate.

"Are you done, Miss Kisara?" She asked, her hand on my nearly empty plate.

"Oh, yes Momoka." I stood, grabbing my glass, "Here, I'll help."

"Nope!" Momoka stole away the glass, "You're not a maid anymore. They only way you'll get to do work now is if Mr. Kaiba hires you!"

We both laughed. "We'll see what Kojiro thinks about it."

Buzz... Buzz... The phone vibrated on the night stand next to my bed, lighting up to indicate that a text was just received. With a sigh, I reached over, picking up the phone. Above the message symbol read "Koji 3" so of course I opened the message:

Hey hun. I'm running a bit late tonight. The meeting went really well! My presentation is all that anyone has been talking about! Also, I have some great news! I'll tell you more if you're still up when I get back. Love you~!

I smiled and his words, "I wonder what the news is?"

I made sure to text back:

I can't wait to hear the news. I'm glad everything went well! Make sure you get something to eat before you come up to bed. I noticed you've been skipping meals when you work late. So make sure you eat! Hope to see you soon. Try not to be too late.

But just before I could hit the send button, I received another text from him:

And why didn't you mention the Kaiba offered you a job a couple months ago? He asked me today if you hadn't been interested. Is that why you were asking me about getting a job?

I felt my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. So he knew?

-too be late... And yes. He offered me a job, but I must have been too tipsy that night to remember it. I found his business card today. I didn't know if it would upset you if I were working though, especially for your boss.

I added on to the text and sent it. Now I found myself waiting for the reply, being so impatient. What was I more excited for? Just the fact that he was texting me, or finding out if he would be okay with me working? But it also was a weird coincidence that he would bring it up today of all days.

Buzz... Buzz... Another text came through:

He told me that you tried calling, but we were discussing the presentation when you called.

What? I replied very fast:

But... I never called him...

After sending my reply, I went straight to my call history. There was a number that I didn't recognize in there. I then dug into my sweatshirt pocket, pulling out the business card and turning it over. Sure enough, it was the same number. It must have been Momoka... I guess she really wanted me to take the job...

Another text buzzed in.

Strange. Any ideas why he would say that?

With I sigh, I typed back to him:

I know what happened. I brought it up with Momoka earlier, since I was nervous about asking you what you thought about the job offer. I just checked my call logs, and the number from his business card was in the out going. I think she called and left a message pretending to be me. She must have done it while I was in the bath earlier and left my phone in the room.

It took another minute or so for him to reply:

You sure you don't want me to fire her? We can always get you a new personal maid.

I would never want Momoka to be fired. I love having her around. And as I said earlier, she's perhaps my only friend in the world. Kojiro was always trying to find some reason to get rid of her though. I have no idea why he would want to. She's beautiful and kind, not to mention she does her job better than anyone I know. And on the plus side, she's an amazing cook.

Even if she wasn't kind (which I doubt that would ever happen) I couldn't just fire her. Momoka and her husband really need the money. Her poor baby boy was born with sprouting angiogenesis (2). He's barely a year old, and has been in and out of the hospital since he was diagnosed with it. Before he was born, she had been working towards retirement, and they were very close to reaching what they needed to move to Germany and start their work free life style. But this was a tragedy, one that was keeping them all back. The treatments did cost a lot of money after all.

So I replied back to him:

No, that's not what I want at all. I'll talk to her about it later. I'm so curious though, what's the big news!?

I sighed and lied back down on the bed. I let my phone fall on my chest. I didn't even care about the news anymore. I'm sure that this will cause Kojiro to really not let me take the job. I didn't need his permission... But it would be nice to have it.

Buzz... Buzz... The phone vibrated my chest:

I'll tell you when I get home! I'm leaving work now. Be home soon!

I sighed again;

Alright. I'll be up in bed. See you soon.

And I ended the conversation there. He truly was hard to please at times. I picked up my phone once more, and pressed the power button to reveal the time. It was already nearing ten o'clock pm. Sighing, I swiped up on the touch screen, and a picture of the two of us popped up. His bright smile, with those red eyes and jet black hair. He looked like a movie star. My hair was cut short in this picture, just like Sai's hair. Kojiro and I had been dating only a few months when I had taken this picture. I can't believe how short it was back then. It just barely touched my shoulders. Now it's nearly down to the middle of my back. That must have been almost a full year ago since I had my hair cut.

I opened up my picture gallery. Almost every picture I had was of the two of us, or just him. Now and again, I had pictures of the clouds or the city. I even have some pictures from the dinning hall the night of that banquet Seto Kaiba threw. I smiled, remember how beautiful the moon was that night. I remember the balcony, and the beautiful fountain. I remember the red velvet drapes and the way it looked like the ball room of a castle. The memory of not wanting to go, yet in the end wishing at times that it was never over.

I never did get an answer from him that night. About him buying out Shin Industries. The thought reemerged for the second time today. I guess I really was rather curious. If, in some miracle, I did get the job, I would have to make sure I got my answer. I wonder why I felt the need to know so bad?

For the rest of the night, I lied there in bed, just looking through the pictures I had on my phone. It was nearly 45 minutes before Kojiro got into the room, his tie already undone and his shirt buttoned down to where his undershirt was shirt was showing. His hair was a little bit out of place, but he never really had anything other than messy hair in the first place. I smiled, and sat up, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Did you make sure to eat?" I smiled as he walked over and gave me a small cheek.

"Yup. I had some left over pizza from the other night." He replied, throwing his tie onto the floor. "So. How was your day."

"Boring... Like usual." I mumbled.

"So. Are you sure you want a job? Instead of taking a class or something?" He asked, removing his button up shirt and plopping down on the bed in front of me.

I poked him with my big toe. "Well... I enjoyed being able to clean and cook. Even if I always burn myself."

He chuckled a small amount, "Alright. Well, I thought about it on the way home and while I was eating. And..."

"And?" I rolled forward, lying on my stomach with my feet up in the air, nearly kicking myself in the butt as I kicked them back and forth.

"And, I actually think this could be a good opportunity for the both of us." He blew some hair out his eyes as he rolled over, facing me, "If you do work for Kaiba, you can put in a better word for me. You know, just talk about how great I am. Maybe get him to see me for what I really am; a good worker! And with that, you'll also be getting to waste some time cleaning up after the slob, and making some... Decent meals for him! Haha!"

I flicked Kojiro in the nose. "My cooking isn't that bad! But... You're... You're saying you don't mind me working for him?"

"I don't mind one bit! As long as you make sure to let him know that I'm a great worker!" He snickered, "So, I'll let him know tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Oh! Thank you so much Koji!" I was so excited, I jumped on him, giving him a hug. "Thank you! Thank you!"

He smirked, "Anything for you dear."

He kissed me gently, and I jumped off of him. He smiled and crawled up next to me. "Don't you want to get your pj's on?"

"Nah. I'm beat. My legs are killing me from... I don't know. Maybe I need new shoes." He sighed.

"I'll grab you some." I stood up, walking over to his closet.

I couldn't believe he actually was going to let me get another job. I especially wouldn't have thought he would allow me to be a maid again. And for Mr. Kaiba and his household? Who would have thought. I highly doubt that he's a "slob" as Kojiro put it. He at least has to be organized, otherwise I don't think he'd have what it takes to own a successful business.

I grabbed a pair of red plaid pj's for my fiance, and closed the drawer I had pulled them from. I noticed that something fell from the pocket in his pajama pants. I rose an eye brow and bent down to pick it up. It gave me a sick feeling in my stomach to see it. I knew he had them, waiting around for when ever I was ready, but I told him it would have to wait for the night of our wedding. With disgust, I threw the condom under his dresser, and returned to the bed.

"Here you go Koji." I handed him the pants and climbed under the covers.

"Tired hun?" He asked, as I buried my face in my pillow so I wouldn't see him change.

"Yeah... I took a walk in the garden today, and ate a big meal for dinner... It made me a bit tired." I avoided trying to sound awkward from the sick feeling in my stomach. "I'm gonna go ahead and get to sleep."

"Alright. Let me know if my typing keeps you up, and I'll go in the study so you can sleep." He reached over and kissed the back of my head before stripping of his work pants and changing into his pajama bottoms. "Goodnight my dear Kisara. Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Koji." I said, and lied there in my awkward state.

I heard him grab his laptop, and start it up. He sat up next to me in bed and began typing for what ever unknown reason. I could tell that tonight was going to be a long night. Especially for me. The awkwardness was now mixing with a nervousness and an excitement that was building in my chest. I hope I never find anything like that when I'm cleaning up for Seto...

A few weeks had passed, and I was arriving at the Kaiba mansion for my first time. I wore a nice white blouse, with a black shall over it. I made sure to bring along with me my old uniform, unsure what exactly the uniforms were for the maids working for Kaiba. The limo pulled into the long, curved drive way, leading to the mansion that made the Fujiyama's pale in comparison. I fell my heart beating quickly. This would be the first time I have seen Seto since the dinner party. It felt again like I would be meeting a celebrity, only now I would be working for him.

The limo drove around a fountain, probably about the same size as the one at the banquet hall, if not a little bigger, and reached a halt as it neared the doors. Standing outside and waiting was Mokuba, the younger of the Kaiba brothers. I had never gotten the pleasure to meet Mokuba in person before. I swallowed my nervousness, as the driver stepped out of the car, and walked to my door, opening it for me.

"Thank you, Mr. Kurokawa." I bowed my head in respect, causing my ponytail to hit the side of my cheek.

"My pleasure, Miss Hues." The chauffeurplaced his hand over his chest and bowed in return as he held the car door.

I stepped out of the car, flipping my hair back over my shoulder so that it wasn't bothering me. I took another look at the large mansion in front of me. It was guarded by two statues of the blue eyes white dragons, and the door had had a beautiful decal of what looked like light beckoning through the clouds. The mansion was beautiful in every single way. It definitely put the Fujiyama mansion to shame.

"Good day, Miss Hues. My brother said you would be here a little later. I didn't expect you so early." Mokuba flashed a very big smile. "You're prettier up close. I only got a bit of a glance of you at the party when you were talking to Seto."

I couldn't help but blush. I felt my cheeks burning. I could imagine just how red they were. "Th—thank you, Mr. Kaiba. You're quite d—dashing yourself."

"Haha! No need for the formality, Miss Hues. Just call me Mokuba." He insisted, "I'll never get used to being called 'Mr. Kaiba.' Seto was always 'Mr. Kaiba' so it's pretty different to hear it towards myself.

"O—Oh! Alright, if you say so." I gave a small smile, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Mokuba chuckled a bit. "You're pretty shy, aren't you?"

With a nod, I looked the young adult in the eyes, "I tend to be around new people... Especially famous ones."

"Famous? Haha!" Mokuba was all sorts of cheers today, "Hardly! I'm probably known for being kidnapped by creeps than anything."

"Oh... Really?" I knew about the kidnappings from when it was on the news and in the papers, but I didn't think that was the only reason Mokuba was known for. "I would have thought you were more known for your IQ and how well you've been handling the company in your brother's place."

"Well, the media still really only sees a kid being kidnapped and having everything handed to him." He laughed a bit more. "But no worries. I'm glad to see that someone only sees the good things in my life! Now come on in Miss Hues. We need you up in the dressing room to get fitted for your new uniform."

"Please, you can just call me Kisara." I smiled, following after him.

I never would have guessed that Mokuba was so kind. He always looked like the rebellious type, and if he's anything like his brother I would have pictured him being a little less cheery, and a bit more serious. I felt so comfortable around him. I wonder just how old he was. Eighteen? Nineteen? I'll have to make sure to ask him at some point.

"Right this way, Kisara!" Mokuba opened the door for me, revealing a large and beautiful grand hallway.

I was astonished. I'm sure that Mokuba could see the amazement on my face, because he stood there, smiling as I looked around. I couldn't believe someone could actually live in such a great place. I'm sure my eyes were lit up. I had no words for the beauty the home had to offer.

"Wow..." The only word I could manage to speak.

Mokuba smiled again and held out his arm. "May I escort you to the dressing room, Miss Hues."

"I'd get lost if you didn't." I giggled, and reached out, putting my arm around his, as he ushered me up the twisting stairs to the floor above the entrance.

I tried to memorize my way back, since I knew I'd have to learn anyway. Just going to the dressing room, we passed a library, an indoor relaxation pool, and a large lounge. I was lost in amazement, but I at least was able to remember that upon going up stairs, you take a right and take that hallway down until the second hallway on the left. This place... It may just be heaven.

"Here we are." Mokuba said. I hadn't counted how many doors down it was. "I'll leave you to our two best dressers, Akiko and Akira." He then whispered, "they're twins!"

I couldn't help but giggle. "What should I do after they're done?"

"At that point, Seto should be back. He said he'd love to give you the tour, since he hasn't seen you since the banquet." Mokuba smirked, with a small chuckle. "He looks forward to having you work with us."

"I look forward to it." I smiled, as the twins walked to my side.

"Good day, Miss Hues!" One said.

"We look forward to working with you from here on out!" Said the other.

Wow... They were both so friendly.

"Hey, you know what?" Mokuba asked as he turned away.

"Yes?" I questioned back.

He looked back over his shoulder with a bright smile, "You've already lost that shyness you were telling me about."

And the bright blush came back. I hadn't even noticed. With one more smile, he began to walk away, waving as he did so. I had become so completely open and comfortable around him. I never felt so happy, to feel like I belonged some where in my life again. A feeling of joy was building in my bossism. I wish I would have taken this job offer sooner. I'm positive that I'm going to be a hell of a lot happier than I have been in a while, from this day on.

(1) Unwind - A Teen Fiction novel written by Neil Shusterman. Because of a review I had gotten (which is not published, only sent to my email...) I felt the need to throw this out there: No. I am not putting my own personality into Kisara Hues. I'm only using "personification" to give an imaginary-human-being some human-like qualities. "Unwind" just happened to be the last novel I remember having to read in high school. I intend for Kisara to read any and all stories. I, personally, don't read a lot of books any more, so I didn't know what to make her read. FORGIVE ME if taking something I personally read and putting it into a fanfiction is "wrong."

(2) sprouting angiogenesis - in short terms, this is cancer of the blood vessels. [My sister's baby was born in Novemeber, 2013 with this.]