Doll (MikaYuu)

♦05♦ - Custody

"I still have to frisk him."

Mikaela gave a single nod, locking a gaze with me. I sighed slightly, stepping with my legs apart and arms out as he patted me down. I just stared at Mikaela the whole time, not realizing just how much taller he was than me, looking down at me like he knew he was the boss. I was slightly petrified of him, I had to admit, nervously looking away as Harvid continued to frisk me.

After he finished, he exchanged a nod with Mikaela before he left with slight hesitation. Mikaela walked off into the room while I awkwardly stood in the doorway.

I glanced inside, seeing the city buildings outside from the large window from the doorway, admiring the familiar slick themed furniture that I've seen nearly everywhere. The floor was a hard carpet, connected to the brightly white painted walls from a thin baseboard - everything just so slick and well-manufactured.

He looked over his shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow. "You can enter."

"Oh, yeah," I nervously stepped in, closing the door behind me, the sound of it locking automatically making me flinch. I chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. "This place is fancy... Is this your room?" I asked apprehensively, trying to start a casual conversation. I could hear my heartbeat if I was silent enough.

He sat on a large black chair behind an empty, sizable slick desk. He crossed his arms and leaned back, shrugging slightly. "My room is just next door."

I nodded softly, timidly standing in front of his desk. He just gazed up at me, like he were memorizing my face, and I found it nearly impossible to break eye contact because his gaze was so luring and menacing. I was afraid but allured.

Then he slightly smiled. "Yuichiro, was it?"

"Yeah," I shakily said.

He nodded, leaning forward on his desk. "Pull up a chair; you cannot seem to stand still."

I looked behind me, finding a chair to slide up to the desk. I sat eagerly, feeling my butt begin to sink in its cushion.

"Regarding our conversation on the phone call last night, you are aware I offered you to be my assistant?" he recalled, his blue eyes locked with mine. I nodded. "Well, first, I need to inform you on what this association is."

I had a brief feeling I knew what it was, considering the fancy shirt I had to pay for, but I still listened attentively.

"It is a modeling agency," he stated, jotting his head to the closet across from us. Filled with billions of clothes and more prototypes, I nearly feared them, realizing just how much all of those must've costed. "That shirt you are wearing, did Mr. Eustis give that to you?"

I looked down at it, just now noticing the little emblem of cursive letters of 'MD' on it. "Oh, would you look at that,"

"Indeed. Referring to your earlier comment about this place appearing fancy, it is because the incorporation is very serious and sophisticated. My bosses cannot let the place give a bad image that we do not take our jobs seriously. That is why you were not allowed back in here at the start," he explained clearly, playing with a black-banded ring on his middle finger. "But that is beside what you are here for. I will tell you what you need to know and explain anything else at another time."

"Alright, cool."

He tilted his head, questioningly smiling at me. "What do you mean when you say 'cool?'"

"Oh, it means like... It's... cool. I dunno," I shrugged, chuckling slightly. He slightly chuckled as well, rubbing his chin with two fingers as he admired me.