♪♫*New Email Message*♫♪
Great. It was probably Iro ‘Where’s the new article O’great artist?’ ‘I’ven’t heard anything in days, did you finally get yourself killed? Can’t say I didn’t warn you, cheh.’ or something else of an editor’s usual disturbance, (needless to say, she was pulling her phone up with a less than optimistic attitude. But you’ll forgive that, she’d been out late working on just such a story, and was running on nothing but the glorious thing which was caffeinated tea). However, her tired eyes flickered more open, and mind veered to life when she realized that she didn’t recognize the sender. Strange. She didn’t give her email to many people. But it didn’t ring spammail- and it hadn’t been filtered out by her virus defender.
(Curiosity always got the better of her anyhow)
It took all of three seconds to reach the name ‘Marion Hakuba’ and in all honesty, the phone nearly dropped right out of her fingertips— (luckily, she treasured the item too much to let it fall. Cat like reflexes engaged), she caught it with some scrambling, breathing out and pulling it back up to eye level, determined to get to the message’s end this time, even if it meant holding her breath. And good on the young Himura, she made it that time. And promptly went back and read it over again, and again, and twice more over.
(It wasn’t even so much that she didn’t think it was credible, because everything looked in order about the message, it looked very professional and not at all suspicious— point was, she just didn’t understand what was happening, because all of her logical processors had, decidedly, quit. No two week notice, just up and whoosh gone they were)
Now, she’d interviewed him… once? Twice maybe, sent questions, nice emails (nearly fanmail, but still with a casual inquisitive nature), and they’d had various small virtual interactions, however… just how on Earth had this come about— He has agreed to my terms — now why in the world would he go and do that oh my goodness what how why what. Did mothers really do this? Seriously? It seemed so… invasive. But then she did call herself the meddling mother, so it seemed like she’d come to terms with the facts of the matter… And on at least a few points, she did understand. Emi’s American heritage and decidedly American appearance had done it’s fair share of alienating her when she was young, (it was her determination and later developed extroversion which earned her the friends she had), and certainly could make her feel a little displaced in some social situations. But Sagu- Hakuba-sama, didn’t seem the type to let that get in his way!
He was so charming, so suave and likable! (A little bit conceited sometimes, sure, but who wasn’t when they were that smart? Sheesh)— it didn’t make sense to her at all!..
Still…
An email had cropped up offering her a formal outing (date it was a date) with Saguru Hakuba— Even from just a professional standpoint, there was no way she should pass this up, right? (As if it was really her career choice that was governing this decision at all).
Was he really okay with it?..
….
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“Yes, eh, hello? Mrs. Hakuba— Hakuba-San— oh, rats, Madame Hakuba? Yes, I was calling about the email you sent me… As long as you’re certain that Saguru-sama- I mean, your son, is alright with the arrangement.. I’d very much like to be of any help that I can.”
