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lmaooo I like to think that at first, Kaiba Corp staff really did not believe Kaiba's s/o was really involved with him and that she is just another delusional fan trying to bypass security...until the big man himself comes down-

“I’m just trying to drop off his glasses.”

“Mr. Kaiba doesn’t wear glasses.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you. He absolutely does and these are them.”

The guard frowns at you. He doesn't say a word.

You hold out the glasses. "Look. I know he's busy, but can you just give these to his assistant or something? He's going to get a headache without them."

"We don't accept packages for Mr. Kaiba." He picks up the phone on his desk. "And I'm going to call security to escort you out of the building."

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, distracting you from your current frustration. You pull it out to see a text from Seto. I left my glasses at your place.

"I know," you say out loud, talking to yourself as you type. "In your lobby... they won't take them..." Then you hit send.

"Ma'am." A burly man wearing a bulletproof vest steps up in front of you. "If you don't leave, I'm going to have to use force."

He's overkill for this situation. "Do fangirls come in with guns normally?" You know they all think you're crazy, but the SWAT team doesn't seem necessary.

The man doesn't respond as he grabs your arm. He begins to pull you toward the front doors.

Your phone starts buzzing again. This time the screen shows a video call from Seto Kaiba. You hit accept.

He's sitting in his office. You can see his windows have been shaded to reduce the light in his office. "What do you mean they won't take them?"

You flip the phone toward the security guard so he can see his boss on the screen. "Ask him."

The man straightens up, releasing his grip on your arm. His scowl disappears. "Mr. Kaiba. Sir. The front desk told me we had a disturbance. I'm just following their orders."

"Useless," Kaiba mutters, just loud enough to be heard. "You have new orders. Escort her straight up to my office." You hear the noise that indicates the call is over.

The guard doesn't notice. "Yes, sir, right away." Then he holds out his hand, pointing toward the elevators. "After you, miss."

You flounce past the front desk, smirking at the man sitting behind it as you go by. Once you're at the elevators, the security guard keeps anyone from entering the next elevator to open. He holds it open for you and then joins you inside, glaring at anyone who might think about joining the two of you. He holds his card up to the reader and presses the button for the top floor.

Then he presses another button. It has a lock on it which doesn't give you too much of an idea, but the elevator doesn't stop until it reaches the top floor. At the top, he holds the door open and lets you exit before him.

He tells Kaiba's assistant that he has a VIP guest for Mr. Kaiba. The assistant just nods at you, having seen you in the evenings, and gestures for you to go in. The security guard doesn't wait and hurries back to the elevators.

You push the door open, letting yourself into his office. "I didn't realize bringing these to you would be such a hassle." You put the glasses down on his desk.

"They couldn't find you on the visitor list?"

"They didn't check. I didn't think to ask since I was just trying to drop off a pair of glasses." You checked the time. "I'm running super late for work now."

"Important people never run late."

You smile, knowing he's only partially serious about that statement. "Well, I'm not doing this again."

"My reception staff will be better trained next time."

You wave off his comment. "It's a hassle. Just keep a spare pair at my place."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Are you telling me to buy a pair just to have them at your place?"

"You're telling me you don't have a spare pair of glasses somewhere?"

"Why don't you just move in with me? Then we don't need to worry about spares of anything."

You frown. This conversation is nothing new, and Seto has taken advantage of every opportunity to ask since about five dates in when you made it clear that marriage at three months of dating was insane. "Kaiba Mansion is too far away from my job. That commute would suck. I don't even know how you do it." To be fair, he spent more time at your place now and didn't do that commute much.

"Well your place is far too small," he says as if you've asked him to move in with you. Which you won't. He's already taking up far too much space in your closet. His jackets have turned into an invasive species, crowding out your work clothes. "I suppose I could buy a place in the city..."

And talk of new housing is your cue to leave. "Now I really will be in trouble at work. I'll see you later."

Later that day, when he sends you a text with a link to a multi-million dollar townhouse, you know this is your own fault. You've encouraged a man who needs no encouragement. You text him back, letting him know that girlfriends of less than a year generally don't weigh in on property purchases.