Delacroix turned around, gave him a smug smile and replied, "I think Mademoiselle Muldoon is old enough to know what she's doing.Don't you think too, mon petit[4]? "

And from that moment on, Kaiba knew that his secretary was also a pawn. Just wondered whether black or white[5].

And that's exactly how Delacroix knew that at some point he would turn the neck of that arrogant Laffe. His arrogant behavior and the way this child treated him were up to his neck. But still, he still had to be patient. The time of Jacques Delacroix would come and the Seto Kaiba era would fade.

With that most satisfying thought, he disappeared through the door.

~ Maeves View ~

Oh he's coming back. He walks past me smiling.

"Have a good day, Mademoiselle Muldoon."

"You too, monsieur," I hasten to say.

I turn around when someone taps me on the shoulder.

"I'll give you some good advice, Mac. Delacroix is ​​not good for you. He's the devil in pinstripes." Kimiko looks me in the eye.There is something creepy about her tone of voice. Apparently everyone here knows about one thing, except for me again. Depressing.

To have more peace of mind, I switch the phone to Kimiko and go back to the documents.

I wonder why Kaiba didn't think of it herself. There seems to be a black hole in this company that keeps sucking in small sums of money. I still have no clue as to where they're going, but I'm sure that can be found out.

Hm. They seem from ... Oh, oh. I think I should discuss this with him now.

A / N: Anyone who can't do anything with the commercial terms that appear every now and then are welcome to contact me. I explain very exotic and less common terms in the footnotes.

[1]“Good afternoon, Miss Muldoon.” For those who do not speak French.
[2]Lord.
[3]my friend.
[4]my little one
[5]Hopefully everyone understood the metaphor.Black = Delacroix; white = Kaiba. The reason should actually be obvious.

Comments welcome! I am capable of criticism, do not be afraid. And the few letters don't hurt anyone.