Daily Story
"Kyoya?" Haruhi asked timidly. She closed the door behind her, and slipped into the little-used home office. She wasn't sure why he had called her in, he'd never really shown any interest in her before.
"I hope today's incident is not indicative of how you have been caring for my children." He was never one to mince words, and Haruhi was glad that they had that in common.
"No sir," she was quick to reply. It wasn't her fault Akio had tumbled off his bike. "Children get bumps and bruises all the time." she explained, trying to get the accusatory, angry look off her employer's face.
"Perhaps where you come from, parents don't care if their children get hurt." Kyoya got up from his desk, and walked towards Haruhi, continuing.
"Here, it does matter. Parents talk, the school will call. You are not a cinderella character, miss Fujioka. You have much to learn, and even more responsibility then you can imagine." Haruhi felt the wall hit her back, she was unaware that she had been moving backwards.
But now she was cornered, stuck between the drywall and her intense, intimidating employer.
"The children like you, miss Fujioka." He was so close, his hands pressed firmly into the drywall above her head, his face level with hers.
"I can't imagine why, you are so far from what they're used to." She could feel his breath ghosting across her face, and she shifted nervously, uncomfortable with their current position.
Kyoya seemed to notice, because he stepped away from the quivering female mass.
"I won't fire you yet, miss Fujioka. But you should be more careful."