A/N: Hello, and welcome to my new fic =D The idea came to me while I was playing grand thief auto, lol. Anyways, enjoy. Read and review please. -AF

Corporate Take down

Full Summary-

Sesshomaru is a powerful, rich business man. Being the chief business development officer at his CEO father's company Takahashi corporation, he has been able to enjoy the many perks of the wealthy life. But with luxury there is a catch. His father just recently informed him that he was finishing his permanent CEO successor list soon. In that time Sesshomaru had to convince his father that he was capable of falling in love and settling down, or his name would never see the CEO papers. Sesshomaru is thrown out of his comfortable world and into one that involved hurt from his last relationship, the possible love of another woman, and her mysterious & concealed past.

Chapter one- Intro

Not many people had as great as a life as Sesshomaru. Many envied him, many were flat out jealous, but none of these opinions phased the man. The saying born with a silver spoon in one's mouth was a vague and inappropriate way to describe his upbringing.

He wanted for nothing, always gifted with the best his mother and father could afford and that was anything imaginable. His upbringing would have been 100% normal as far as a child of wealthy parents went, however his father was responsible for the large percent of damage he had undergone at the age of 15.

Sesshomaru never really considered his self a mothers boy, merely loving both of his parents mutually. Yet when his mother died that snowy morning in a car accident, nothing seemed the same anymore. The money, the gifts, never wanting, it didn't seem to matter anymore.

He knew that the cause for his mother's recklessness was due to the slowly but surely decaying relationship between her and his father. He heard them argue a considerable amount of times, the yelling almost doubling the weeks before her untimely end. Though that was not a direct connect to his father, Sesshomaru had spent the remainder of his teen years blaming him.

It was especially hard when his father remarried a few years later when he was just shy of 17. The couple sickened him, and Sesshomaru had acted quiet careless during the early years of their relationship. He still remember the day his father had gripped him up after he had 'accidentally' told Izayoi that she would never belong, and the look in his angered amber eyes almost made his gasp.

After that, he slowly came around to Izayoi, and it became apparent that she only wanted the best for him. Time past and he moved out, seeking an education in business just as his father had. Inutaisho was delighted upon hear his son's interest, and immediately used his connections to get him into the best schools.

During his third year of business school, his father told him of his half brother, Inuyasha, who had been conceived years before the termination of his first marriage. To his father's surprise and relief, he did not feel the harshness of this truth. Even when he learned Inuyasha was only five years younger there was no feelings of anger. Though at first, Sesshomaru had to conceal his slight unease with a half-breed, but the feelings dissolved.

To this day their relationship wasn't the best, but it was a quiet, understanding brother love.

Now in present day, at the age of 25, Sesshomaru was sure he couldn't get anymore content with his life. He had money, power, position, and love was trivial when there were woman so willing.

Beep.

The soft noise brought Sesshomaru out of his reflective musing and back into the real world. Glancing at the caller id, he then placed a long slender finger on the speaker button.

"Yes?"

"Hey boss. I know you said to be in your office at 2:30, but the traffic is really ridiculous! I'm sorry if I'm a little late."

Sesshomaru could of swore he heard a car door shut, and a man's voice in the background.

"Get here."

He ended the call before she could say anything else. At that moment, his office door opened and a man walked in. He was a good height with a muscular lean body and short black hair tied in a small ponytail. His tie was loosened along with three buttons of his starched collard white shirt.

He flashed a smile to Sesshomaru before taking a seat; his focus on the blackberry in his hands.

"So, did you fire Kanon yet?" Miroku glanced up at his long term friend, smirking when he was given a look.

"If she was on time for anything, I may have already. You know how that goes." Miroku shook his head and shrugged.

"She seemed well rounded when I hired her."

"You was probably looking at her ass, not her resume." Sesshomaru shook his head, and ran a hand through his silver locks before securing it in a low ponytail. He leaned back in his chair,momentarily enjoying it's comfort.

Miroku was the chief of human resources; as good as he was at his job he was still a womanizer and a sucker for a good looking woman. Kanon was no doubt a product of his slower thinking mind in the presence of one.

"Hey, she had top marks in business assisting and good recommendations. I'm not totally at fault here." A crooked smile formed on his lips, and he too leaned back in his chair. Sesshomaru gave him a hard look.

"I'm tired of going through new assistants every three months, Miroku. This time, I want only the best, or nothing at all. You know the usual requirements."

Miroku sat forward, looking up towards the ceiling and balling up one of his hands into a fist.

"lets see." He stuck out one finger, "Went to business school, top grades in high school, strictly female, no boyfriend because they are distractions-."

Beep.

Sesshomaru held up a finger to his friend and pressed the button on his phone.

"Yes?"

"Sir, Kanon is here to see you now."

Golden eyes glanced at the clock; 3:10. Late.

"Send her in."

He exchanged looks with Miroku before leaning back in his chair. Kanon walked in, smiling, and pulling down her gray pencil skirt. She batted her eyes at Miroku, who promptly ignored her and pretended to be busy with an email on his phone.

She seemed to shrug it off, and faced forward to her boss. The man before her was nothing short of sexy. His unnatural silver hair was comb neatly and tied behind his neck, his striking amber eyes were one of a kind; she loved the way his perfectly ironed white collard shirt and the black and red accented tie brought out the professional sex appeal of her boss.

Her blue eyes traced the rippling muscles through his shirt, and she resisted the temptation to lick her lips.

"Kanon."

Sesshomaru watched as the stunned woman came out of her daze and watched him attentively.

"Your late. As usual. This last month has been very...trying on me. I've given you chance after chance to get yourself together. It's the end of the road, and I have too much work and in too much need of a good executive assistant. I'm letting you go."

Kanon sat there for a moment, and Sesshomaru wondered after a while if she had been listening to what he had been saying. Miroku frowned too; he reached over and waved his hand in front of her face. She snapped her neck in his direction; blonde hair spraying out around her face.

"You can pick up your last paycheck from my secretary. You can leave."

She looked at Miroku as if he had grown two heads. Her worried eyes settled back on Sesshomaru.

"Your really firing me? But...but-"

"Leave, Kanon."

She huffed; standing up in a fury, she grabbed her expensive bag and was out the door in a heated hurry. Miroku whistled, having watched her quick exit.

"That was a nice ass though."

"Leacher"

Locking his office door, Sesshomaru swung on his expensive suit jacket before proceeding down the wide hall. Checking his watch, he plucked the down arrow for the elevator. He stood there, hands in his pockets, until the elevator made a sound and the door opened.

Stepping in and pressing the down arrow, Sesshomaru made his self comfortable against the fall wall. Then before the doors could close a women stepped in and glanced at the list of the floors presented in buttons. Seeing the parking garage was selected, she relaxed, and gave him a friendly smile. The doors closed, and a phone started ringing.

Sesshomaru took the opportunity to observe his company while she was on the phone. Her skin was a creamy pale yet slightly colored complexion. Her dark brown hair fell well past her shoulders in thick lustrous curls, and her black form fitting dress was riding the line between professional and sexy.

The legs that extended past the end of her knee length dress looked smooth and alluring, and Sesshomaru inwardly smiled at the half inch black high heels and the red toes that protruded from them.

Her conversation, however, brought his gazing to a stop.

"Yeah, I'm leaving Takahashi Corporation now. I left my resume with the secretary of the chief of human resources...I know right? I hope so, I really need a good job...she said there were no positions open now, but just in case something should pop up...Yeah, with my luck I'll be waiting forever."

Sesshomaru briefly considered informing her of the open position as his executive assistant, but decided against it. He'd let Miroku handle that entire situation. The elevation beeped, and he watched disappointingly as she walked out and into the garage. There was no denying her sex appeal.

The click of her heels slowly faded as he approached his car. The shiny sleek BMW M6 sat, awaiting. The multimillionaire slide into the passenger seat and reveled at the sound of the quiet hum it made when turning on.

The vibrating of his cell phone made him reach into his pocket while he backed out effortless of his spot and started towards the gate.

"Yes."

"Is that all you can answer a call with? 'Yes' How about, yo bro, whats happening, or something?"

"What is it Miroku?"

"-Sign- Its a Friday night, I'm bored, and for once without a chick."

"hn, sounds extremely perso-"

A Mercedes-Benz whipped around the corner, but slowed immediately when the driver saw him. Looking closer, Sesshomaru could see it was the woman from the elevator. She smiled sheepishly, and he felt this sudden pooling feeling in his stomach.

"-Damn, she's beautiful."

"Huh? Who's beautiful Sess?"

"Huh?"

The woman held up her hand and drove up to the ticket machine before driving out to the road and turning onto the street, disappearing from his sight.

"You said 'Damn, she's beautiful'"

"No, I didn't."

"Okay...Lets go out, to that new club. I heard it's nice."

Sesshomaru put his ticket into the machine and speed towards the street, looking both ways. She was gone.

"Alright, I'm going home first, though."

"Yeah, I'll pick you up around ten...Click"

Throwing his phone into the passenger seat, Sesshomaru started the miles to his penthouse. The twenty minuets went by quickly, with him thinking of the pretty woman who he shared the elevator with. He wondered if he should of got her number.

That that thought, another face came up, and his stomach tightened. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. She had betrayed his trust, and showed him she hadn't loved him, not as nearly as much as he had loved her.

Dismissing her face from his mind, Sesshomaru slammed his door and entered the building. The man at the desk nodded before he stepped into an awaiting elevator. Once he reached the top floor he reached into his pocket and produced a ring of keys.

He unlocked the door, and in moments was throwing his jacket on the white couch and kicking off his black loafers. He enjoyed the feeling of the plush carpet beneath his feet while he made his way to the glassed wall.

The night life was awakening. He watched the dots of people as they walked down the street and got in and out of cabs. Her face came back to mind. Turning on his heels he walked to the mater bedroom and into the spacious bathroom, stopping to turn on the shower. The water shot down and steam instantly started filling the bathroom and fogging the mirror.

He was reminded by the memory of his ex that it had been far too long since he had been with a woman.

Way too long.

He made quick work of his clothes before stepping under the burning flow of water, enjoying the sensation and careful not to wet his hair. It would take too long to dry it. Ten minutes later he was back in his room, body still glistening with water, towel hanging dangerously loose around his hips.

It was 9:30.

He stepped into his walk in closet and in a non caring fashion plucked a shirt and jeans from the racks. He looked good in anything, naturally, anyway. The v neck blue shirt gave an all too kind peek at his toned chest, but he didn't bother changing.

He heard the door open in the other room, and released his hair from the tie just as his friend came walking in. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a purple t-shirt loose enough to stick to his chest in the right areas.

"Oh, ready on time for once? Nice."

Sesshomaru repressed the urge to roll his eyes.

"What club are we going to?"

"It's called Dark Desire. Sounds sexy, right?"

"Of course you would choose something like that."

Miroku shrugged, that sly grin on his face again that told Sesshomaru he was defiantly set on getting some tonight. The drive to the club was surprisingly short; a total of 30 minutes from the penthouse with Miroku's slow driving.

He was right, the club was nice.

It took but five minutes to enter the club ahead of the long awaiting line and immerse their selves into the rowdy crowd. Bodies were everywhere, dancing dirty on the floor, sitting around the bar, and in the various booths around the place. He followed Miroku through the maze of people until the found an empty booth upstairs.

A thick man wearing a black shirt that said 'Attendant' walked up to them with a frown.

"Any drinks tonight, sirs?"

Miroku clapped his hands, grinning.

"I'll take a blackout club, and he'll have a cosmopolitan"

Sesshomaru didn't protest; he had been out with Miroku plenty enough times to know he knew what he drank. He pondered if he wanted to get drunk tonight. A feeling of sadness hit him, not doubt his self conscious was thinking about Kagura.

He spent too much thought on that lying whore. His drink was placed on the table and he took no time in throwing it back. Miroku, mouth opened in a O, slapped his back.

"Damn, Sess, go easy. Guess I'm the designated driver tonight. Not that I mind. Come on, beauty awaits us."

He nodded, grabbing another drink before they both gravitated back to the first floor. He felt his self letting loose, and by the fifth drink he completely didn't care.

Some girl was grinding on him, asking for his name.

What time was it?

He stared at her, before turning around and trying his best to escape the group of hot bodies collected on the dance floor. He had lost sight of Miroku hours ago. Tired and drunk, he glanced at his wrist watch.

2:30 A.M.

Where had time gone?

He stumbled, sliding onto a couch to keep from falling. He tried thinking, but nothing seemed to make sense to him. Suddenly, a warm hand on his shoulder made him jerk alert and look at whoever was bothering him. His blurred vision vaguely recognized the girl from the elevator. She tilted her face, a look of worry plastered there.

He realized her dress had morphed into something short and her heels became an inch longer; the red lipstick making her lips seem as though they were begging for him to kiss them.

And he would of, if she hadn't slapped his face. For a moment, he was stunned. Glaring at her, she only smiled.

"Oh, you are awake. I remember you from the elevator. Are you okay?"

Her light, concerned voice ran through his head, and he nodded dumbly. She didn't look too convinced, and slid on the the couch across from him.

"You looked like you were looking for someone?"

Again, a dumb nod. Sesshomaru suddenly felt angry. Here she was again, and instead of impressing her he was fucked up and incoherent. Clearing his throat, he forced his gaze up from her peeking bust.

"My friend, we came toge...ther."

"Oh. You can't find him?"

She shuffled through a bag he assumed was her purse, and handed him a bottle of water. Accepting it, he twisted of the cap and downed the bottle.

"No."

She stared at him for a moment, before asking him to wait there and walking off. He didn't know how long she was gone, but he was prodded out of sleep but her warm hand again. He liked her hand. It took a few minutes for him to realize he was being led through the club.

The cool night air was refreshing, and he signed.

"What's your name?"

"Huh?"

"What's your name?"

He noticed the dimple she had when she smiled, and again the red lipstick beckoned to him.

"Sesshomaru."

"I'm going to take you home, Sesshomaru, okay?"

He nodded, enlisting her help to sit properly in her Mercedes and connect the seat belt. He didn't remember much else, he must of told her the address to his flat because they arrived sometime later. Then there was a gap, and he was handing her the keys. Another gap, she handed him another bottle of water and some aspirin.

"What's your name?"

"Rin."

"Your very pretty, Rin."

She smiled again; her arm wrapped around his arm to steady him. She lead him to his room and helped him sit down on the edge of his huge bed.

"Your place is beautiful, especially that view."

He kicked off his shoes, and was surprised when she helped him take of his shirt. Her fingers wrapped around his hair, and he closed his eyes in pleasure when she used her hands to brush his hair up and into a sloppy ponytail.

Before she could back away, he leaned forward and caught her lips, those red lips. They were soft, and warm. He let his hands grasp her waist. For a moment, she let him indulge, but then softly removed his hands and broke the kiss.

"Good Night, Sesshomaru."

She walked to the door, smiled at him, and turned off the light. Sesshomaru closed his eyes and fell on the pillow; his lips curving to a smile.

Welp, thats it. Review, tell me what you think =] -AF