As children laugh and enjoy them self's. It reminds me of the time when I was a kid. As well as my parents death sinking in my brain. I always hated being a child without parents. Without a mom to tuck me in bed at night or a dad to teach me how to play a sport. I was miserable. I'm an adult now, so I'm pretty much looking for a job.

"Um, excuse me sir." said an males voice as he taps me on the shoulder.

"Yes, what is it?" I ask as I turn.

"Have you seen my dog?"

As I look at the picture I notice it was an red coat husky. It is an lovely looking kind of breed.

"Sorry, no I haven't, but I'll call you if I see him." I replied.

As the man ran off to ask others, I turned away and continue to walk. As always I pass through and people pretend to be my friend even though there not. It annoys me as ****. I was so frustrated that I bumped into someone and got coffee all over my clothes. Then I notice if I got it on my clothes then it got on the other person as well.

*Oh Shit. I'm going to get my ** kick.

As I look up I was certainly right. This guy is taller than me and looks as if he is piss of.

I better run off right know before he look up and see me.

As I was about to leave he grab the back of my shirt to stop me.

"Where the **** do you think your going?" He growls.

"Oh...um...to go get something to clean you up." I squeaked.

"You think grabbing napkins would clean this up dumb-***!"

"Ha...um no of course not."

"Then you better start paying up."

"Um...okay then how much?"

"65,500 Dollars."

Oh shit. I don't have enough money.

"Um... is there any other way I could pay for you?"

****. I shouldn't have said that.

He stand there and stare at me for a while. Then he has this "Oh you'll regret even being born" smile on his face. I smiled back nervelessly and hope to God that I don't get killed in the middle of everyone.

"You could work as my accountant." He finally answered.

"Oh really!" I said.

"But you don't get paid till my suit is paid off."

All that weight of looking for a job just got leaser.

He gave me his card and told me that I will start straight at six o'clock in the morning.

Hmm, I wonder when I fell asleep.

I arose out of my bed and look at the clock. It's seven o'clock in the morning. As I yawn, I walk to my small kitchen to make me breakfast. How lonely I fell eating breakfast by my self.

I wonder what I'll do today.

As I got up and got change I was looking for my apartment keys. Then suddenly saw the card right beside it. I look at it for a while then my heart skip a beat.

Oh shit. How did I forget.

I got up ran to get my shoes on, lock the door, then ran as fast as my life depended on it.

*, , , ***, .

I could imagine it now. Him piss off, threatens to put me in my grave and never see the day of light again. As I enter everyone who works there looks at me as if I were an maniac.

"Excuse me sir, whats your name?" ask an female at her desk.

"My...my name... my name is Kuro Takahashi." I answered out of breath.

"Well Mr. Takshashi, Mr, Yamamoto is looking for you."

"Who is Mr. Yamamoto?"

"He our boss."

"Oh."

Is he the one I have to work as an accountant for or is he someone else? And if he is looking for me he must want to kill me.

I was thinking all the terrible things he could do to me.

"Mr. Takshashi!" yelled a man.

As I jump and turned around fast I notice he was walking fast.

OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO DIE!

As I was about to run for my life he grab the back of my shirt again and pulled me to his "evil lair" which is his office.

"Please don't kill me, I promise I will never be late again." I went on my knees and plead.

"Who said I was going to kill you?" Mr. Yamamoto ask.

"No one, I just assume that you would."

Then Mr. Yamamoto starts to laugh. It wasn't a sarcastic laugh it was a real laugh. Which freakout me even more.

"Just next time, don't be late." Mr. Yamamoto said after he was finish laughing.

I just stare at him. He seems different when the last time I meat him.

Mr. Yamamoto clears his throat " Get me Caffè mocha without milk, not to hot, not to cold. Got it."

"Yeah." I answered.

"Then go."

As I walk to the coffee shop next door I over heard a couple teenagers talking about this old singer name "The Angel" and how he quit when he was sixteen.

As I enter the coffee shop I waited in line for ten minutes and finally it was my turn.

"How may I help you?" ask the man.

"I would like a Caffè mocha without milk, not to hot, not to cold, please." I answered.

"Okay, coming right up."

As she walks off, I at least waited for two minutes when she came back. I gave her the money and went back to Mr. Yamamoto's office. I knock twice before he told me to come in.

"Thanks." he said.

I walked out and sat at my desk and take orders from everyone else. Then finally it was time for me to leave.

"Mr. Takahashi don't be late again." Mr. Yamamoto said.

I nod my head and walked home. I will make sure to set my alarm next time.