The Baka

Meeting Mr. Ishida

Rukia's POV

While in the elevator heading to the tenth floor where the advertising and design office's were I could not help but feel slightly claustrophobic. The air in the small confines of the elevator felt tense. It was almost hard to breath. My heart was beating a million times a minute. It felt like it would jump out of my chest at any moment. I could feel my face heating up. His masculine mountain fresh cologne filled my nose. When I looked in the corner of my eye I could see Mr.Kurasaki looking at me intensely with one of his sexy grins.

When he noticed that I had noticed him staring he chuckled and said "I think you will fit right in with my company. Don't let Ishida or the others discourage you their barks are a lot bigger and louder than their bite. They won't consider you apart of their team til you prove to them that you are. I have a feeling you won't have any problems in doing so. After all you are a Kuchiki. If you're anything like your brother you will have everyone and then some eating out of the palm of your hand. Am I right?"

"You seem to think all Kuchiki's are alike. You will be sorely mistaken in my case Mr.Kurasaki." I said sternly putting on my best Kuchiki face (the unexpressive, unemotional Byaukuya look.)

"I had a feeling that would be the case. Please call me Ichigo, Rukia." He said seductively.

"I don't think that is appropriate Sir. I think I would rather just call you Mr.Kurasaki Sir."

"As you wish. In return I will call you Miss Rukia as you insisted before. You could always address me as Mr.Ichigo if you prefered."

"I think Mr.Kurasaki is just fine Sir."

"Very well, let me give you some advice in regards to Ishida and the others. If you show you respect them and don't consider yourself above them, and of course work as hard if not harder then them you will find they will respect you too in return."

"Thank you Sir, I will be sure to heed your advice."

Before we could say anything more to one another we were silenced by the elevator doors sliding open to the waiting room of the advertising and design offices. As we stepped off the elevator and headed toward the main reception desk everyone in the waiting room looked up and stared at Mr.Kurasaki and I. The room was a moderately large room with warm colors all over. The exact opposite of Mr.Kurasaki's waiting room, but similar. It was quiet with chatter here and there and quiet melodious music. Straight ahead was the main reception desk. It was a large high mahogany crescent desk. A variety of plants were scattered about the room. The walls were painted a warm deep brown red color harmoniously meshing with the soft dark brown carpet. Again in this room were floor to ceiling windows to the left, with beautiful views of the city. The walls had wilderness themed paintings here and there. I wonder if they are from the same artist Mr.Kurasaki mentioned earlier. Huge stuffed dark brown leather couches and chairs were scattered all over the room. Beside and near the couches and chairs were mahogany wood side tables and coffee tables. A variety of magazines littered the coffee table and side tables. The room was very calming and relaxing like Mr.Kurasaki's waiting room.

As we walked toward the front reception desk a short petite slim woman with chin length light brown hair and eyes greeted us with a small shy bright smile "Good morning Mr.Kurasaki. Can I help you at all Sir?"

"Good morning to you too Ms.Ogawa. Thank you but no." He said.
"By the way Ms.Ogawa this here is Miss Rukia Kuchiki. Starting today she is one of our new employee's. She will be apart of the team in these offices. Right now I am taking her to see Mr.Ishida, so we can introduce her to the team. Miss Rukia this is Ms.Michiru Ogawa she is the waiting room receptionist. She will be the one taking and transfering your calls for you."