Okay, new story since I can't go back to sleep with my nasty cold. Don't want to do my chemistry tutorial so here I am. Hope you enjoy this story.
Net me, Lover [Prologue]Tsukushi smiled when she saw the reply. She hurriedly typed something back in and laughed when another stupid reply came back. She gasped when she glanced the computer clock.
Weed says: Hey, gtg first. My boss will kill me if I am late for work.
Brat says: sigh. Oh that evil GODZILLA! Will you be online at night?
Weed says: haha, you are already missing me? I never knew!
Brat says: ... I am bored! Hey, why don't I kill him for you? Then you need not worry.
Weed says: Whatever you idiot. I really have to go now. Bb!
Brat says: you called me an IDIOT! Why you...you...
[Weed has logged off and appears to be offline]
Tsukushi hummed as she got ready for work. It had been nearly 3 months since she tried her hand at the ICQ after Susumu introduced her to it and surprisingly, found it VERY addictive. She had somehow got to know 'Brat' through some channel and they just started talking and grew closer to each other.
But she did know of the many horror stories that had happened over the Internet and she was cautious. But somehow, 'Brat' had evolved to be a small part of her life. She often complained to him about her work, her brother, her little agonies of life and he had always listened, trying to cheer her up somehow.
She wondered what 'Brat' looked like in real life. She simply shrugged her shoulders and hurriedly walked out of the house before she was late for work.
Doumyouji Tsukasa, a tall handsome and arrogant man stood at his secretary's desk, glancing at his watch. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1..."
"Good morning Mr. Doumyouji." Tsukushi greeted politely as she eased herself into her workspace. Tsukasa cast her a dark look as she proved him wrong but appearing nicely on the dot for work. Tsukushi cast a look at the wall clock which read 8.30am.
"Not late am I, Mr. Doumyouji?" She merely asked.
"Certainly not." He said gruffly. "I need the McKenzie's report out by 10am."
"Yes Mr. Doumyouji." Tsukushi said sweetly, before turning back to her computer. Tsukasa glared at her and proceeded into his office, slamming the door.
It was reputable in the whole office that Doumyouji Tsukasa and his secretary Makino Tsukushi hated each other's guts. Already on the first day of work, Tsukushi had accidentally spilt curry into Tsukasa's expensive Armani suit, resulting in a subsequent argument on who was in the wrong. It didn't help that they only found out later in the day that they were going to work with each other for a rather long time.
Tsukushi hated Tsukasa because of his cockiness. Tsuaksa hated Tsukushi because of her ability to outwit him at most times.
They hated each other.
"Hello, yes. I'll place your call to Mr. Doumyouji." Tsukushi pressed the intercom button on her phone and said rather sacarstically, "Mr Doumyouji, a call from a girl friend."
"Ms Makino, I would appreciate it if you said 'friend'. Line 1." Tsukushi merely rolled her eyes. It seemed as if every other girl called Tsukasa every other day. Then again, he WAS good looking and an executive director in such a big corporation, surely girls would flock to him.
Her phone buzzed again and Tsukasa came back on. "Ms. Makino, your previous report has 10 errors in thirty pages. Please go and rectify them."
Tsukushi pursed up her lips in annoyance. She would tell 'Brat' to kill her boss tonight.
Tsukasa was working late into the night as usual, most of the other people in the office having left. His secretary had certainly left, reporting on time for work, and leaving on time as well. He snorted.
Yet, somehow that amazing woman had managed to finsh typing out 30 pages long reports in a span of 6 hours. He had to admit she was amazing. Just then, a message alert banner popped up in his computer. He quickly went to look at it.
Weed has just signed in.
Weed says: Horrible day at work today. My fingers are aching.
Brat says: No
better here. My assistant is giving me a headache.
Weed says: O.o again? Just sack her!
Brat says: I wish I could. But she's blimey damn good at typing out reports.
Weed says: Sounds like one difficult woman to please.
Brat says: Haha, you are no different too, my dear weed.
Weed says: ...
And so the conversation went on into the night, the two being thoroughly entertained, without knowing that the party each had been talking about, were but the two of themselves.
Funny how small the world can get isn't it?
REVIEW! More chapters to come soon! This story is going to end in probably 5 chapters, very short story. If you liked it, review!