Similar Indeed (Seto Kaiba)

Chapter 11-Mokuba's Deal

''Sometimes, when she closes her eyes, 

She can see herself back there again.''

Once settled down on her desk, Y/n pulled her laptop out from her bag. Roland, Miranda and Fugata had joined them at the office with another car that Seto owned, although much less expensive than the one they had used to drive there. Fugata decided to rest for now so he could take over Roland for the afternoon shift. The married bodyguard couple was standing on each side of the door, always putting all their attention on their respective boss.

Seto couldn't stop himself from thinking that he had made an awesome choice choosing Roland as his bodyguard years ago. The man was absolutely serious about his work, even having his wife, the love of his life, supposedly, beside him, wasn't enough to make him less focused on his work. Y/n, however, wasn't surprised to see Miranda able to simply work. She could see that Miranda was much happier working beside her husband, but she was professional and didn't let it show much.

The h/c haired woman smiled at her assistant before opening her computer.

She first went to see if she had received any reaction about the video she had placed for her three directors who decided it smart to chase her away from her own Company while also kidnapping her baby sister. She had hacked the program they had installed on her laptop, the one that was always copying her screen to another device. She registered a video of herself typing some scary things on a search engine, while making it seem as if she only used her laptop for that research task.

She also hadn't forgotten to hack into the security system with the camera footage so she could see what the three directors, that she still didn't know how to properly call, what they had in mind for the future. She was definitely not going to sign papers and hand over all her hard work to them. She just had to make them think that she was going to do it so that she could figure out where they were keeping S/n, get her sister out of there before making sure those three directors would never bother them again.

She opened the camera feed of her security in the building and saw her office having been taken by the three directors who destroyed many of her cute flower vases she had along with her favorite office, red silky chair. They had destroyed her red leather couch with what seemed like knives or a cat having played on it with his claws. Her office plants had started missing water and some of them started turning yellow, although to be honest, it wasn't entirely her fault either.

She cursed to herself as she watched the three of them laugh, drink some of her expensive peach whiskey and red wine. She, however, found her smile back and chuckled when they went back to yesterday's record. The three of them had taken out a small tablet and looked at the video she had taken.

She almost laughed out loud when their faces turned white in fear and one of them almost pissed his pants and had to run to the nearest bathroom. The three men were old, all above forty-five. Two of them had started having gray hair while the other had already lost all his colorful hair. The same one needed a walking stick to get around since he had gotten a surgery for his knee.

She didn't remember their names, never needed to before, doesn't have to now. Only that they had been working for her since she had first started. She vowed to make them pay. They had hurt her sister, tried to steal her entire life from her and she would make sure they would pay.

She watched the record up until she saw a man enter and proceeded to tie and gag S/n on a small wooden chair. Her long hair was a mess but she hadn't cried. She glared at the men who were sitting on her sister's desk and Y/n felt happy to see that she wasn't hurt yet. They both had it in their blood to stay cold and calm where something bad happened. The small proudness that tugged at Y/n heart when she saw her sister fighting back was something she would forever remember.