Chapter 2

I was booking it. I did every back street, short cut I could possibly think of. I went to reach in my purse for my phone. I felt around and found everything other than my phone. I hit myself on the head because I can visible picture my phone on the charger in my room. It was behind my nightstand because it fell before I went to bed and I told myself don't forget to pick it up.

Damn.

Another red flag.

I checked the time and it was 9:21 and I still had twenty minutes until I would be any type of proximity to my place of business.

I know, I know! Why live so far?

I hate the city. I love the entertainment, attractions that come to town, even the people are pretty cool. The traffic and the pollution plus the noise is very unattractive. Plus my business has me out near where I live. When I'm done showing houses I can come back home and not go back to the office. Plus me leasing my house compared to renting an apartment in the city. I am saving a pretty penny.

The office downtown was the bright idea from my friend and partner in House Hunters Real Estate, Miroku Shinport. He felt it would attract people to a downtown office than one in the country (he calls it) , suburbs whatever.

I finally make it to the building.

Surprise, surprise no parking.

I park in the handicap space. Seriously do cops or meter maids actually come and check to make sure that you have the proper tags and displayed clearly in your window.

NO!

So I quickly parked and was going to send someone to move my car for me. I gathered all of my things. I checked the time.

9:46 a.m.

Thirty-one minutes late. Shit. I accidently bumped into some guy with silver hair and a beautiful set of amber colored eyes. He apologized and steadied me on my feet. I blushed because I remembered that I was going loosely Lucy (I forgot my bra go figure).

I apologized and he walked away. I looked back to his retreating figure. He had a great ass in those tight black slacks. I figured small balls and dick.

Bummer.

After my drool fest I snapped back to the mission ahead.

I quickly walk through the second foyer for security and look through my purse for my id.

Some dipshit (sorry for cursing but this particular thing has my blood boiling) thought it would look fancy if every tenant have security ids that allowed them inside of the building. It would make terrorists (yes in the building meeting the term terrorist was used. Not thief) not want to blow up the building or try to steal the money out of the bank's vault that was located in this building.

Why would anyone want to do that?

I checked my pockets and I know I put my id there. I checked my boobs because you know that is the best and safest place to store anything. Then I remembered bra-less.

Good job Kagome.

I know that I had put it in my pocket. It was there all the way until when I bumped into that-.

"Kagome! There you are! We have been calling you all morning. Mr. Onigumo has been here since 8:30!"

I didn't want to tell him I was sniffing my sheets at 8:30 this morning. I doubt he would see the beauty nor the humor. So I naturally just blushed to show my deepest apology.

"Well is he still here?" I asked still hunting for my elusive fucking security id.

"No, he had a meeting to go to. I was able to have him reset the meeting. It is going to be at his office today at 1:45. I think he is going to take you to lunch or something. Please don't be late,"Miroku passed me his id and I was let in.

"So you couldn't show him the price lists and houses that are on the market? Start any applications, background check, nothing?" I know I am being a bitch but seriously. Earn you keep man!

"I tried but he wants everything handled by you. You was highly recommended by his cousin Byakuya Onigumo."

"That creep."

Well now we are in my office and I deposit all of my things on my couch in my corner office. Its not much but its all mine.

Miroku sits in my client chair and I sit in my like-a-boss office chair. I just need a Persian cat, a Cuban cigar and I would look like the Godfather or Godmother whatever.

"Kags, you shouldn't talk bad about your clients. Word of mouth is the best advertisement. You remember Hojo. He sends all of his Ob/Gyn patients our way."

"How can I not forget Hojo. He keeps asking me out. I am running out of excuses, diseases, dead family members, weddings, and dead pets.I don't know how many times I have killed off my grandpa."

"Isn't he visiting some relatives in Florida?"

"Exactly! I think Hojo is catching on because the last dead relative he wanted to attend the funeral with me. Plus a girl can wash her so many times."

"Give the guy a chance."

"Let me take a No for 200 Alex!"

"Kagome, without him we would-."

"Just be fine, and needing more clients but still I am not dating him."

Ring Ring

Miroku grabbed the office phone on my organized desk before I was able to react. He answered the call in his very professional voice.

"House Hunter Real Estate, if you haven't found it, we will seek it, Miroku Shinport speaking."

"Oh did I call the wrong extension? I was trying to reach Kagome Higurashi. This is Dr. Hojo Kibbles."

"Oh , what a pleasant surprise. We were just talking about you,"he placed the phone call on speaker.

"Really, hopefully wishing me good health. Is Higurashi there? I wish to ask her something. It is rather important."

"You wish to talk to Kagome."

I looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. I waved my hands and arms.

"NO! I am NOT Here!" I whispered to him and frantically looking for my markers to write a message to the blockhead.

"Oh, she is, cough cough-."

No you bastard! I am not here!

I quickly wrote on a manilla envelope. Miroku snickered and grinned like the cat who ate the canary.

That bastard.

I should have definitely stayed home today.

Chapter three this Friday! Please be kind and leave a review:) Don't forget I have a poll on my profile please take it! Every vote matters!

M