Ciao!! Alright I'm just gonna go straight into the typing. Let's hope I don't develope writer's block as usual. ((Much sweatdropping.))

Wai:

The corporation in which Syaoran Li worked for was rather cold and dreary. The walls were spongy and were painted dark with a few paintings or bulletin boards here or there.

Messages, flyers and meeting times were posted on them, including the daily list of customers who had visited that week. The people were most friendly, of course but it was the place it self that was creepy.

They had so many workers the place seemed overly crowded. Most workers said it could send a cold chill down your spine when you were in your office, there were cubicles, too and over the past year many people's minds had changed.

Because there were so many people, they seemed in need of more lights and decoration, with all of this and tons of people bustling, typing and chatting all over the place no more chills went up anyone's spine.

With the exception of Mr. Li who sat in his office all day and stared down at papers in need of signature. No matter his being moody, the women stilled swooned over him everywhere he went, he was very good looking, what wealthy, young businessman wasn't?

He wasn't anti-social, just had a bit of a temper and thought rather highly of himself. Not that he didn't have reason to. Li Inc. was an extremely popular company and very hard to find work in.

The salaries were high and the people higher. It had made it to the top over the years, with a building that reached 20 stories. Yes, 20 stories. Of course Syaoran's father had been the one to create it.

He had such a great mind to create such an epiphany, the name Li known throughout the streets of Manhattan. Syaoran being who he was, was the most popular bachelor in New York City.

He sat at a wooden desk all day, ordering people around, chatting sometimes, coming to difficult decisions, working hard and went partying all night. Today was no exception.

The dusty pictures of his brother and his family sat on his desk, a cup full of pencils, and one to many pens, a stapler and papers stacked in his draws. There in the south center pf his office he sat, papers sprawled across his desk and a blue pen in his hand.

His messy chestnut hair, ruffled and falling into his bright amber eyes. The look on his face could tell you he was grumpy from miles away. His alarm clock had rung a bit late and he had run to work without touching his hair or putting on his glasses.

He didn't spend less then an hour in front of the mirror anyway, blemishes had never been in his family and people thought he was handsome enough just as he was. Groggy eyes and all.

His mother lived in China, they'd (His brother and him) had lived there for a long period of their lives, his father in America with the company. Four years back his father had died, leaving him to the company.

Some people said he was a respectable, ambitious man while others thought otherwise. A loud ringing from his telephone suddenly struck the air and he slammed his pen down in annoyance. "'Lo?"

He demanded in his strong Chinese accent. "Shao, my darling!!" Came the high-pitched, loud voice on the other line. He groaned at the nickname and threw his pen across the room frustratedly.

He sighed and pushed himself back in his chair, calming himself and raising his composure. It was Lauryn Rei his newest girlfriend. "Can't you think of a better nickname?"

He asked nonchalantly. No matter how frustrated he got he always seemed to be able to calm himself, a situation was never bad for him. He always seemed to wriggle out of it, without getting himself touched the slightest.

"If you want it!!" She exclaimed with sudden urgency, pausing for a breath. "Then it will be any other name. Maybe Sugar Plum Fairy?" She sounded delighted at finding him a new nickname. "Or-or Sugar Plum Cheesie doodle!!"

He slammed the phone down and yelled out his assistant's name. Lauryn, he told his friends, just never shut-up. "Huge pain in my arse!" He would exclaim. While, many laughed at his expressions he would remain serious and tell them they had no tact.

His friends had been the ones who had set him up with this one and he was in no mood for her. They weren't surprised, he never stayed with a girl longer then two weeks. It just wasn't Syaoran-ish. "Yes, Shao!"

A low voice called out. He turned to face Mat, whom he had grown accustomed to seeing. "Right, tell Marissa that Lauryn's off the list." Mat laughed. "I'm surprised you stayed with her for more then four days, that the new record."

Syaoran smiled at him. "What'd this one do now?" He now growled suddenly looking peeved. "She called me Sugar Plum Cheesie Doodle." Mat couldn't suppress the laugh that came rolling off his tongue. "Oh honestly!"

Came a voice from the hall. They both looked over to see Syaoran's secretary, Marissa, with her head bent over to hear their conversation. Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "Eavesdropping, Marissa? Might I have to write you up?"

The young woman who seemed to be around twenty-five didn't look shocked or scared, she rolled her eyes but looked sheepish. "Like I haven't been listening to the conversations between you two all the time I've been here."

Mat smirked. "That's true." She looked down at her work again. "You wouldn't write me up if I danced in front of your office naked." Syaoran had gotten up by now, smiling wider. "Mat might just like that, though."

He slapped him on the back gently. Mat looked hopeful. "Yeah, I just might." Marissa got up and grabbed his hand, "You're getting scolded for that Mr." Her tone was playful and he looked amused.

"Go ahead and take off, just don't ask your boss!!" Syaoran cried after them. "Take the day off!" Mat called back. "You work yourself to death, Shao!" Marissa added. He shook his head, wondering just whom it was that had created the nickname everyone seemed to be so fond of for him.

He ran into his office and grabbed his coat muttering about stupid secretaries and untrustworthy friends, though he was joking under it all and very well talking to himself.

Picking up a few papers and throwing them in his draws, he locked his desk and disappeared under the doorframe. People bid him a good night or yelled out last minute jokes to him as he walked past them and into the elevator.

It stopped at the first floor lobby and he jogged to the exit, having already informed his driver he'd be going home early. He stepped into the night and fled down the street, trying to hide himself from any city-women.

He decided to enjoy for a moment and smirked at the glances he got from a few people, carrying on down the sidewalk. A black limousine pulled up and he felt green eyes on his back as he climbed in.