Yours, Mine, and Ours

Rich vs Poor

Hi! I'm so sorry about the delay but school is exhausting; especially when you're finishing up college AND balancing an internship and job. But I am back. There isn't a lot of dialogue so I apologize in advance for that, but there will be in the next chapter that is being written as well. Enjoy!

Sasuke smirked as he grabbed his briefcase and phones off the counter. He put his personal one in his pressed and perfectly creased black slacks pocket and the other inside his matching pressed sharp black blazer. He made sure his white button down was freshly crisp and his navy tie neatly tucked on the inside. His leather shoes were polished and as shiny as his teeth and his slicked back hair with his platinum rolex completing the look. He looked every bit the intimidating, ruthless, billionaire business mogul that he was.

The raven made sure that he didn't seem too excited. In all reality, he just wanted to see the looks on his new employees faces when they saw him enter the building instead of his brother. It would be a shock, that was for sure. Not to mention he also wanted to meet Neji's allusive assistant. Even if the person did remind him of Naruto, it was worth the risk. Besides, according to Sasuke's own secretary, Neji's secretary had told her that the assistant would be working there full time. It wouldn't hurt to have an extra person to assist him. He didn't need the help, but that didn't mean he didn't want it. His secretary, Karin, managed to easily get overwhelmed.

She wasn't his problem though. Right now he would focus on making sure Neji had his secretary and the assistant focus on media control as they would have a field day. The brunette had to control it. It was his job as head of PR after all. People had already known he was in town but it had been assumed that he was visiting Neji instead of taking the spot for himself. Those false assumptions would soon be corrected facts. Sasuke grabbed his keys and left out, locking the door behind himself. His bodyguard and chauffeur were both waiting outside the car as he stepped in and rode the ten minutes to his job. He didn't regret being so close to his office. The price to live close by was high, but he could easily afford it. One of the perks of being insanely rich. It was nice knowing that because he lived so close, he would never be late. If anything, he was going to be there quite early. It was fine with him. All the more entertaining as he knew how the gossip of seeing him would spread like wildfire and soon everyone would be calling the top floor for confirmation; despite him and Neji having the entire top floor to themselves (not including the secretaries smaller offices).

He arrived at the skyscraper glass building and walked inside, head held high and face completely indifferent. Confidence oozed off of him as he kept a professional air about him. He checked his Rolex as he approached the elevator, not bothering to glance at the front desk receptionist or security guards. The time was 7:45. Sasuke nodded his head and internally smirked. Close commute equals half an hour early.

Sasuke loved being rich.

Naruto hated being poor.

He looked at the cracked alarm clock next to the pull out sofa and cussed under his breath as he saw it read 7:45. He was going to be at least half an hour late. That was the worst way to start off his first full time work day. The blonde had just got finished getting dressed as he threw on old khaki's and a black short sleeve polo shirt. It wasn't the most professional look, but the two button down shirts he owned were dirty and he hadn't had time to go to the laundromat to wash them. Besides, the polo was a gift from Gaara so it was designer and therefore somewhat professional; not to mention he pressed the entire outfit last night so it wasn't crumpled. Naruto quickly threw on his last pair of clean socks –making a mental note to go to the laundromat after work to wash his clothes– and stuffed his feet into a pair of Sperry's he managed to score on sale a month ago. He had to keep them hidden so Akiko would find them and destroy them like she did with most of his other shoes. Naruto had tried earlier to tame his hair, but let it be after fifteen minutes. It was hopeless. Even Gaara couldn't tame his mane. The male checked his phone and saw it was now five till eight. The older blonde hurried up the stairs to check on his little raven. He smiled as Gaara had just got finished changing her.