''She thought her story was sad enough, Rachel's was even worse.''
When Y/n woke up the next morning, the first thought that went through her mind was about the terrible headache she had. It was as if she had had a lot to drink yesterday, as if she was hungover.
She stayed laying on her back for a while, looking at the ceiling and trying to remember what had happened yesterday because her memories were all unclear, all very foggy and messed up.
''Setooo!''
She wasn't the one who called him by his first name, right? She couldn't actually do it. Or could she?
She got up, forcing herself to push the thoughts far away as she got dressed. Since today was a special day, she was finally going to free her sister from those three assholes who had kidnapped her. She decided to wear a red sport skirt with shorts underneath, a black tank top.
She put her hair up in a sophisticated bun, which is something she rarely does since she prefers when her hair is left loose. She chose her most comfortable heels between her large collection of red shoes, grabbed a small purse before spraying out some of her special pheromone perfume and brushing her teeth.
She was dressing both to save her sister, and to impress. Why? And who? She did not know. Or rather . . . she did, but she didn't want to admit it.
She walked down for breakfast, laptop in hand. She wanted to contact her 'friend' from the journal so he could publish the article about Seto and her towards lunch time. She also told him that she and Seto would hold a press conference to discuss anything business related, which, she also knew, included their 'relationship'.
This way, and she had meticulously thought this through, the three directors would go to the press conference to try and probably kidnap Y/n. The Kaiba Corp was working on a hologram program to make someone appear very real at a certain time and place. A moving and talking hologram that could be presented live to everyone present at the press in person and could be shown over T.V channels.
Seto and Y/n had a lot of work left before they could officially put the plan in motion. They had to register the video that would be used for the holograms, but before that, rehearsed their text and tried to look in love.
After that, they would have to send the okay message for the article to be published, leaving the house in separate cars to each go in the right direction. Then the plan would start.
For now, Y/n placed her laptop on the table for later before starting to get eggs, bacon, and bread from the fridge so she could make breakfast for everyone. It was becoming somewhat of a habit. She would get up earlier than everyone else, get breakfast ready and then in order, Seto, Roland, Miranda, Fugata and Mokuba would come to eat after having washed and dressed.
Everyday, Y/n would do something different. Pancakes, eggs and bacon, toast and an assortment of cheese, grapes and cold meat, crepes, a fruit salad with some macarons. Her favorite was what she did on her first day, the cake and macaron mix. It was very sweet, especially for breakfast, but she and S/n often ate things like that for breakfast. Ice cream, cookies, cakes, chocolate, candies, cotton-candy, juice, etc . . .
Just like she had though, the brown haired CEO was the first one to show up. The atmosphere around them both was tense. Both remembering what had happened last night.
''If you wanted some you could have just asked.''
''There you go, can't say I drank all of it by myself, now can you?''
''You have very beautiful eyes, Seto.''
''I like you, Seto.''
Y/n flushed as the images of yesterday flashed through her mind. She didn't know however what happened between them, she couldn't really remember what she had done. She knew she had done something to embarrass herself, but she couldn't put her finger on what. The words came back to her, the memories and actions not so much.
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