German company. Was it so irritated because they didn't bother to translate it right away? Or does he just want to test me.
I translated simultaneously while retyping the contract. Six pages. Happy for the first day. But how was that again? Discipline and motivation paired with hard work. Exactly! Inwardly I salute.
“I'll make the coffee.” I hear Kimiko mumbling.
I just nod and after twenty minutes I've translated, typed and printed out the text.And Kimiko is just bringing the steaming coffee on a silver tray while I sort the documents, both original and translation, into two leather folders.
Then I get directions and go to Frosti, the snowman ... um ... Chefchen.

Five minutes before the deadline, I knock a little awkwardly on the door of the conference room.
A harsh "Come in!" and i enter. He sits at the head of the huge table, the glass front in the back. In front of him is an ultra-modern notebook and some papers are on the glass table.
With a polite "Please, sir," I put the coffee in front of him and put the documents in front of him.
"Look at the tables I sent you, read through the letters and prepare the presentation for tomorrow." Sounds a bit friendlier.
“Yes sir.” This is so unnatural. I'm older than him. But that doesn't count in the business world.
“Maeve!” Not a Muldoon-san? But, oh wonder, he knows my name."All documents are strictly confidential. The meeting lasts until 11:00 am. Until then, I want everything on my desk. Corrected and printed out, send me the copies."
“Of course, sir.” I bow briefly and leave the room. Not a minute too early, because in the anteroom I run into various high animals and a very familiar face. At least that's what I think. Do some people actually have doubles? I greet friendly, but only get hum.
You have been brought up well, gentlemen. Bravo, dear mums and nannies.

"Was what?" I ask as I step into the elevator and notice Kimiko's astonished look. Oh dear, not good.
"No, no, no calls or anything ..." She swallows.
“Are you okay?” I hope I haven't done anything wrong. Wouldn't it be a shame to end up on the street after a day, wouldn't it?
"Well, he doesn't usually talk that much, so I thought ... well ..."
Great, it's getting better and better. I raise an eyebrow."So I thought, today is his good day."
I beg your pardon? Are you crazy? Then what is hisbadday if you please?
But I will be careful not to speak my thoughts out loud.
I sit down again and check my mailbox. There is actually the mail - marked as confidential - with a lot of file attachments.

Ok where do i start? Preferably with the letters. I'm busy with that for now. I casually look at the clock. Well, only a quarter to nine. I correct, rewrite and print out. The whole thing about 15 times. Save and go on.
Now for the presentation. Wow! I am really quick. Does my boss employ slave drivers here? More like surveillance cameras and programs. I look around furtively.
Well, continue with the text.
"Umm." A clearing of my throat makes me look up from my screen.
The little man standing in front of me looks like a mixture of Danny DeVito, Steve Urkel and Louis Tully, the accountant of the Ghostbusters.Huge Erich Honecker memory glasses sit on his nose and the chubby face shimmers in various shades of red. He wipes his forehead with a huge plaid handkerchief.
"How can I help you?" I asked as calmly as possible without having to laugh.
"II is Mr. K-Kaiba d-there?" Mr. Kaiba? Ah, aGaijin[2]like me.
"No, he's in a meeting until 11:00."
"S-you are his new S-secretary?" Oha. But he's nervous. As if to confirm, he fiddles with his extremely elegant pea-soup green tie.
I, on the other hand, just nod.
"II am J-John H-Howard, d-the ch-chief accountant. II need to m-discuss something d-urgent with him."
"I'll send him a message and then get in touch with you."
"T-Thank you. M-Miss ..?"
"Muldoon."
“M-Miss M-Muldoon.” And with that, he disappears, no better waddling, back to the elevator.
I'll type a short message and paste it into my reply email.After I have finished my tasks shortly before 11:00 a.m., I send the mail and head to the KC sanctuary: Seto Kaiba's office.
Breathe deeply in and out, Mac. I carefully push the handle down. The door actually opens.
I have to swallow. So that tops it all off. The sun shines through polished panes on a huge mahogany desk. An elegant green mat serves as a writing pad.
And first the huge leather armchair!
Well, noticed too? Correctly! The mother of clichés lives in this office!
So I put the documents neatly on his very neat desk and turn around.
Another surprise. A huge stock exchange display hangs over the door. The guy is getting more and more scary to me!
I hurriedly leave the office. He shouldn't find me here when he comes back.

Hardly a minute later, when I am back in my seat, the elevator door opens and he storms in."Bring Howard over here, but suddenly!" Snaps, not giving me another look and trudging into his office. The door slams shut with a loud bang.

A few minutes later the door slides open and a rather nervous chief accountant sneaks in. He looks even more strained than before and his face is even redder. Thick beads of sweat roll down it and drip onto his white shirt. Mr. Howard takes out his handkerchief and wipes his face. I can see huge sweat marks under his arm.
Oh god, the poor man's not having an easy time either.
I operate the intercom a little hesitantly.
An indignant "what?" penetrates my ear through the headset.
"Howard-san is here now."
“Let him come in.” Hung up.
I smile encouragingly at the poor man and make a more or less inviting gesture in the direction of the boss's door.
More red spots appear on Howard's face and now on his neck as well. He knocks and sneaks in.Kimiko and I exchange pitying looks.
“Good afternoon, ladies!” A happy voice tears us out of our thoughts.
A mail cart rolls out of the elevator, followed by a lanky young man who doesn't really want to fit into this company. Long brown hair, jeans, worn out sneakers and a SLAYER (!) Shirt. A bird of paradise steps out of the elevator behind him.
"I'll bring the mail for Kaiba-sama. You are definitely the new one." Unconventional styling, unconventional fellow, and the probably obligatoryyouhere, even if it irritates me. “I'm Kazuki Nagoya, Post Office. Nice.” And before I know it, he puts a pile of letters, parcels and other envelopes on my desk, grabs my hand and shakes it vigorously.
"Maeve Muldoon, nice. Call me Mac." Are you in Rome ...
He reaches back into his car and takes out a number of cylindrical, transparent objects.
"For the pneumatic tube", he grins at me. "Hello Kimiko, how are you?"He stomps over to my assistant and they start talking animatedly.
I take the letters, put them on my table and I stow the pneumatic tube bombs in a roll container under my desk.
Then my gaze falls on the bird of paradise. Her chin-length blue hair indirectly reminds me of the South Seas. I notice that her hair color and the orange costume don't go well with each other. Eye cancer sends its regards.
You, on the other hand, grins at me.
"Hello. I'll bring you your notebook for home work."
Notebook? Home work? What do you want from me? And anotheryou?
"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ayane Kisagi-Olafson." Somehow appropriate, the name. “From the KCUHD.” Question marks buzz around my head.
She also grabs my hand and I get scared. Hopefully she won't catch me with her bright green claw nails.
"Aha. Mac." I can't get any more out. But what the hell is ..."KCUHD stands for," she takes a deep breath, "Kaiba Corporation User Help Desk. We are responsible for all IT-related problems and technical security issues."
Ayane takes the black bag from her shoulder and places it on my table.
"You log in exactly as you would on your desktop. You have direct access to all relevant data via the company network."
I take the part and nod. Ayane disappears with a, "Until the days dear ones!" in the elevator.
"Shall we eat together?" Ah, right, that was still there.
I just nod again and Kimiko says: "We'll meet during the lunch break. I'll bring Mac with me."
"Yep, see you," said and pushed his cart back to the elevator.

A / N: Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.

[1]Means something like: "Hello." Or "May I introduce myself?"
[2]Foreigners, non-Japanese