The next week passed in a blur for Michiru as she slowly learned the ropes of the business, Setsuna being the most helpful. The older woman had taken her under her wing, showing her how to handle the catwalk, how to put on makeup, and how to deal with the ever cold Rei Hino. And Michiru still hadn’t seen Haruka since the meeting. She’d come home, Michiru knew, since the lights she’d kept on were always turned off and Coffee made when she woke up. Already it was Thursday and they’d be leaving the next morning. “Haruka…where are you?” Michiru wondered to herself as she stood by the wall of windows overlooking the city. She jumped slightly as the phone beside her started ringing shrilly. “Moshi moshi, Ten’oh residence.” Michiru chirped as she picked up the phone. “Come to dinner with me?” a well-known husky voice asked quietly as Michiru pictured Haruka on the other end, grinning charmingly. “Where? What time?” Michiru asked, earning soft laughter from the other woman. “I’m waiting outside the building. It’s a surprise. Grab a sweater” *Click* Michiru stood staring blankly at the phone from a moment before a slow smile graced her features. Dashing back to her room, she slipped on a new pair of jeans, covering her blue tank top with a black ‘Nike’ sweater. (AN: I don't own Nike either) Pulling her purse with her, she fairly ran to the elevator, sliding the card into the slot before bracing herself against the wall, still not used to the sickening speed the elevator fell with, the numbers above the door giving a small light show as Michiru held her stomach. She looked up as the elevator stopped 5 floors before it was supposed to, the hairs on the back of her neck rising as the doors opened. “Hello Miss Kaioh.” A silky smooth voice murmured as Derek Windwood walked into the elevator, “where are you going so late? You should be resting for tomorrow.” “I-I’m going to dinner with Haruka.” Michiru stuttered, edging away from the man who made her feel slightly sicker then the elevator ride itself. She nearly jumped from the wall in her haste to get out of the small lift, dashing out into the lobby where Haruka was waiting for her. “Michiru, what’s wrong?” The blonde asked, looking up to meet the eyes of Derek, before being pulled away by a near frantic Michiru. “Lets j-just go, p-please?” Derek heard her stutter before they went out of earshot. A dark smile curled his lips as a plan to get rid of the girl formed in his mind…
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