The Encounters of Ice and Flames

The lobby area was rather desolate, sparingly adorned in two leather black chairs for those who were confined to the reception area to be made comfortable. It was spacious, a vast desert of Italian marble, seamed together by gold. Occasionally, a random worker would scurry by, paying no heed to the impeccably dressed woman seated in one of the duo of chairs. The receptionist would flicker her eyes toward the woman, large emerald eyes glimmering in pity. The woman would glare in return; her sapphires clearly betrayed that she neither wanted nor needed the attention. The receptionist quickly averted her attention back to the mountains of tedious paperwork. The phone unexpectedly buzzed, the receptionist's hands perfunctorily snatching the disturbance from its cradle. She listened for a moment, casting a bored look at the woman, motioning with her hand to go to the elevator.
"Top floor."
The woman rose wordlessly, straightening her black skirt. Taking powerful long strides, she made her way to the shaft, not displaying the impatience that she felt as it crawled lazily toward her floor. The doors opened, and she wasted no time entering and punching the floor button. she was not surprised by the lack of music as the car rose thirty-seven floors to the top of the massive tower. She would not have been surprised if there had been a voice chanting "Get back to work" over the intercom.
There were no stops. No one jumping on and off. She took deep steadying breaths, fortifying herself for the scrutiny she was about to undergo. It had been said that there was no one quite as tough as the man she was going to see. There was no one quite as cold and strict. She doubted the verity of that statement. True, he was a rich, cold, heartless, bastard, but she couldn't conjure one businessman who wasn't. She guessed that his previous employees had been young, beautiful women, whose thoughts were more focused on getting him into bed than doing their jobs. Besides, she was not an ordinary woman. She was strong, smart, and, in her mind, average beauty wise. Her womanly curves were small, overpowered by the leanly muscled arms and back. When in the office, it was nearly impossible to tell that she had breasts; they were nicely camouflaged by the button-up dress shirts and blazers. Her legs were long, seemingly miles, muscles perfectly displayed in the heels. Her deep mahogany hair was swept neatly back into a perfect bun. Her facial features were strong but feminine, pale face set afire by intense Caribbean Seas. She continued to study her reflection in the stainless steel doors until they slid sideways, unveiling a once meticulously kept office space that had been recently vacated. The cherry wood desk was situated facing the doors, being the first sight to greet those daring to venture into the high quarters. An expensive black leather office chair was positioned behind, to the right of thick double cherry doors. She took one last deep breath before entering the world she would hopefully be working in.

Seto Kaiba growled distastefully as he sat behind his desk, aimlessly staring at the screen of his computer. Numerous reports lay forgotten and unread all across the desk, silently telling the tale of the hell that had taken place in the office throughout the day. There had been several interviews with women who all thought that they could serve as the young CEO’s secretary. Kaiba had been looking for a particular type of woman, secretly hoping that an elder one would come along so he could escape the goggling stares of the younger generation. However, he had no such luck. It seemed that every fan girl in Domino had shown up for the interviews, and in doomed desperation and frustration, Kaiba had decided that no matter who the interviewee was, he would hire. If he didn’t like, he would just make her life a living hell. That was the way it always worked. That was how the last ten secretaries had quit. Kaiba smirked as he thought of all the misery they had been put through, grimacing as he remembered all the hell that they had done unto him first.
It was a small surprise when a light, polite knock came at his door. True, he had just called down to the lobby receptionist, telling her to send the next contestant to his sky haven, but it had been a while since one actually had the manners to knock before entering. He approved already, gruffly calling for whoever was waiting to enter. The doors slowly moved, its occupant almost causing Kaiba to drop his jaw.
She was professionally attired in an expensive black suit and white linen shirt. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a small sliver of her chest for feminine appeal. She confidently strode forward, head regally held in a slightly superior manner, extending her hand to him. He took, mentally noting the strength in her grip, not crushing, but not submissive.
“Mr. Kaiba, I’m Reyna Mustang,” she stated, releasing his hand. “I have come to interview for your job opening.”
He grunted. “I know. Sit.”
He wasted no more time with pleasantries, having already spent too much time with the woman. “Why do want this job?”
“I think that I can be of great service to you. I’m organized, efficient, hard-working, and loyal.”
“That’s nice. Why do you need this job.”
“College,” she answered without hesitation. “I’m going to med school, and need to pay the bills.”
Simple, and to the point, he thought. She knows I have no time to waste. “Fine, you’re hired. You conform to my schedule, not the other way around. There are some occasions that you will be expected to attend after work and even trips that you will be expected to go on. Do not fraternize with any other employee. You will be at your desk at seven a.m. sharp, no later. You leave when you’re finished, but not before five. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You start tomorrow.”
She rose, extending her hand once more. “Thank you, sir. I look forward to working with you.”
“Good, now get out.”
She nodded silently, not needing another warning to exit the man’s sight line. Once the doors closed, Kaiba nodded to himself. He had made a good decision. On the other side of the room, now patiently waiting for the elevator to once again meander to her level, Reyna Mustang was wondering if she had made a bad one