"I'll work hard to reach my goals~!"

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

“This time it’s you who’s gonna suffer.”

Luckily she has her phone in her back pocket, deciding to text the only person she knows might listen to him. She still has mokuba’s number from the first day he asked her to interview, sending a quick text for help before trying to figure out how to keep just out of Kaiba’s reach.

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

“You’re going down the drain! You slime!”

“You come into my house and attack me unprovoked and you’re convinced I’M the one who’s dangerous?! Someone needs to put you in a mental hospital!” She retorts back, now thoroughly pissed off and very much rattled.

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

Kamira deadpans, completely unimpressed by his sudden outburst. After all, the first and only time she’d met Mokuba was right before the interview.

“That’s a lie!”

She easily bats his hand away with relative ease, giving him no reaction other than a deadpanned look on her face.

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

Kamira deadpans, completely unimpressed by his sudden outburst. After all, the first and only time she’d met Mokuba was right before the interview.

A single brow raises a the mentioned options. He wasn't particularly in the mood for sweet - then again, he's never had a sweet tooth; much. Brows furrowing as he contemplates said ideas, heavily leaning on going with the Irish Cream latte. his head tilts as his mind is made up, "Irish Cream Latte." He responds, reaching back to grab his wallet from his pocket.

Kamira smiled and accepted the offered payment, printing a receipt out before moving to get started on his coffee, a soft hum leaving her in the process.

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

Confusion turns to slight irritation. But she’ll take the job that’s offered without too much complaint.

“You’ve made entirely the wrong assumption here. I’ve never had a boyfriend. First of all, Bob’s gay. Secondly, he’s married. To a man. They’re two of my best friends, it’s never anything other than that. Why is this suddenly such a big deal to you of all people, you begrudgingly tolerate me at best from what I can tell. But alright, if I’m hired then just tell me when you want me to start.”

She’s having none of this it seems, placing the box down on her apartment floor while she turns calmly back to the kitchen where she’s been cooking dinner.

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

Confusion turns to slight irritation. But she’ll take the job that’s offered without too much complaint.

“You’ve made entirely the wrong assumption here. I’ve never had a boyfriend. First of all, Bob’s gay. Secondly, he’s married. To a man. They’re two of my best friends, it’s never anything other than that. Why is this suddenly such a big deal to you of all people, you begrudgingly tolerate me at best from what I can tell. But alright, if I’m hired then just tell me when you want me to start.”

She’s having none of this it seems, placing the box down on her apartment floor while she turns calmly back to the kitchen where she’s been cooking dinner.

“That’s it!”

Crouching, he brings out a lock pick, dropping the box he’s carrying in the process. Inside there’s mostly desktop items, with a cordless landline and a man’s shoe almost spilling from the brim. Not in Kaiba’s size.

It takes a few more moments for Kamira to open the door, interrupting his lock picking process.

“Kaiba? What the hell is going on, why are you pounding on my door on my day off? And what’s with the box?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks up at him.

“Did I forget something that I was supposed to get done yesterday…?”

She steps back, now with said box in hand as she invites him inside, head tilting slightly in confusion.

“All it requires is a perfect one-frame link at the moment he stands against his opponent.”

“Do you even know what that is?”

Well, Mokuba hadn't been lying when he'd said this guy was eccentric, but when he'd called and this was the very first question he was asking, well...She couldn't say she was surprised.

"Well of course I do. It's a link between two moves that requires you to time the second move by one frame exactly. Any sooner or later and you won't pull it off."

The reply came back with confidence, but there was no sense of arrogance or haughtiness in her tone at all. Instead, it was delivered like a simple scientific fact instead.

Her brow furrowed slightly in curiosity as she opened the box he slid toward her, one brow raising a little bit.

“All it requires is a perfect one-frame link at the moment he stands against his opponent.”

“Do you even know what that is?”

Well, Mokuba hadn't been lying when he'd said this guy was eccentric, but when he'd called and this was the very first question he was asking, well...She couldn't say she was surprised.

"Well of course I do. It's a link between two moves that requires you to time the second move by one frame exactly. Any sooner or later and you won't pull it off."

The reply came back with confidence, but there was no sense of arrogance or haughtiness in her tone at all. Instead, it was delivered like a simple scientific fact instead.

So, with very careful planning, along with a stopwatch that helped her count every millisecond properly, she arrived at the exact time Kaiba had requested, down to the singular millisecond he had specified.

She was dressed professionally and was very well-groomed, though she'd been very careful not to choose something that would show too much skin or make her look like she had any motives other than a job. Her posture held a cool confidence that didn't waver within his presence where most others would have been shaking in their boots. Her posture was straight, expression holding a calm, composed gaze that held no sense of arrogance or entitlement, yet she wasn't afraid to look him directly in the eye either.

"She's on the mark, sir.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Kamira offered a smile and nodded, taking a seat in the designated chair. One leg crossed elegantly over the other, her hands resting upon a folder she had placed upon her lap that contained her credentials. Her work history, resume, as well as a full record of her school achievements thus far.

She had always been a very organized person, and this was no exception.

“All it requires is a perfect one-frame link at the moment he stands against his opponent.”

“Do you even know what that is?”

Well, Mokuba hadn't been lying when he'd said this guy was eccentric, but when he'd called and this was the very first question he was asking, well...She couldn't say she was surprised.

"Well of course I do. It's a link between two moves that requires you to time the second move by one frame exactly. Any sooner or later and you won't pull it off."

The reply came back with confidence, but there was no sense of arrogance or haughtiness in her tone at all. Instead, it was delivered like a simple scientific fact instead.

So, with very careful planning, along with a stopwatch that helped her count every millisecond properly, she arrived at the exact time Kaiba had requested, down to the singular millisecond he had specified.

She was dressed professionally and was very well-groomed, though she'd been very careful not to choose something that would show too much skin or make her look like she had any motives other than a job. Her posture held a cool confidence that didn't waver within his presence where most others would have been shaking in their boots. Her posture was straight, expression holding a calm, composed gaze that held no sense of arrogance or entitlement, yet she wasn't afraid to look him directly in the eye either.

“All it requires is a perfect one-frame link at the moment he stands against his opponent.”

“Do you even know what that is?”

Well, Mokuba hadn't been lying when he'd said this guy was eccentric, but when he'd called and this was the very first question he was asking, well...She couldn't say she was surprised.

"Well of course I do. It's a link between two moves that requires you to time the second move by one frame exactly. Any sooner or later and you won't pull it off."

The reply came back with confidence, but there was no sense of arrogance or haughtiness in her tone at all. Instead, it was delivered like a simple scientific fact instead.