The whole company was in a state of agitation. And that was putting it mildly. They were half a week behind on their next issue, and now, their biggest interview had fallen through with the cancellation of the interviewee. InuYasha, said object of interest, and Japan’s most popular rock-band lead vocalist and guitarist, had eloped with one of Japan’s most popular models, Kikyou, and had promised them an exclusive insight into their love-life. But now, the insolent boy had seen fit to cancel two hours before the interview was to take place, on account of “Kikyou’s resentment towards the magazine.”
Kagome pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to remain calm. As the editor in chief of the magazine, she was frustrated, to say the least, with the couple’s antics. As a woman, however, she could see where Kikyou was coming from. Having had a stormy romance with the musician herself, while he was still seeing Kikyou as well had stung both women, but Kagome had emerged without a broken heart. While their relationship had been passionate, there never had been any real love, so she had been able to move on quickly. Kikyou, on the other hand, was not so lenient, and now, the whole magazine would pay for it.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Kagome growled to herself as it appeared there was a crack in the cup, which caused her to spill the hot beverage over the front of her formerly pristine white blouse.
‘Just what I needed,’ she thought bitterly to herself as she stood up. She moved out of her office and down the hall to the toilets to get cleaned up, but stopped at the ‘creative room’, as it had been dubbed by the employees. All of the people working in the room had vacated their seats, and were huddled by the window. Well, not all of them. There were two men, the only male employees of the magazine, still in their seats, and they looked miffed about something. Kagome’s mood soured even further. They were already behind, and there was the entire female populace of the floor admiring the view. This would not do.
She threw the door open in her chagrin, not caring that it bounced off the wall merrily, leaving a nice dent in the wall behind it.
“Really, ladies, there is no time to be gaping at nice city views. There is work to be done, and I need it done yesterday. I cannot belie-“
The crowd gathered at the window had parted in alarm at her loud voice, and the view that had been the previous focus of attention was revealed to Kagome. The rest of her argument was cut short by her sudden inability to speak.
There, standing on a hoisting ramp, clad only in a ragged pair of jeans, was a veritable window washing-god. Long, silver hair had been bound back in a sleek ponytail. Slightly tanned skin glistened in the sun, wetted by the suds and a slight sheen of sweat. Muscles flexed and spanned as a large sponger was repeatedly dipped into water, before being rubbed against the window. Golden eyes stared impassively ahead as the man was ogled at by a throng of women on the other side of the glass, but snapped to Kagome as the crowd parted. A shiver went through her as she discerned a spark of predatory amusement.
“As you were, girls,” she managed before turning and marching back into her office, coffee stain forgotten.
She fell into her chair and stared at her computer screen blankly, before deciding on a new article to fill up the interview, titled ‘Secret Studs – How Hot is Your Milkman?’ She sent it to the women in the creative room to work on, along with the assignment to snap a few pictures of the Adonis.
She sighed, ‘Just what I needed.’
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AN: I do not own any part of InuYasha, nor do I make any money for writing guilty pleasures.