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1st January
20:37
Dear Diary.
This is a weird new year’s resolution and I don’t know, if I really should do it. But it was recommended to me. And what do I have to lose, right?
So I’m sitting here, at my desk, talking to a book. I feel strange, but I’ll give you a try.
Today was weird.
And I don’t mean weird as in extremely exhausting like most days.
I mean weird… as in… what happened to Mister Kaiba?
I don’t even know if I’m allowed to tell you this.
He’ll probably kill me, if he ever finds out I’m spilling this…
But at least I’m not talking to a real person. Right?
And keeping this to myself, I’d probably die, honestly.
He was behaving so strange.
And trust me, strange is an adjective I describe him happily with even on a good day. But today? And recently?
Never in my life have I seen him being sloppy with his work.
His relationships? Yes. His health? Yes. His work? Never.
But the last days, I felt like he wasn’t really here.
He seemed to space out quite often, sometimes staring into nothing for minutes. THE Seto Kaiba.
Oh my god, is he going to kill me because I mentioned his first name?
But I had to make sure you know it’s not Mokuba, right?
Apparently he had spent new year’s in the corporation.
How sad is this? Is there no one he could spend time with?
Mokuba was with him from what I heard. But he’s so alone, nonetheless.
The younger Kaiba has friends. He meets with them regularly. He makes time in his schedule and everything. But his older brother? There has never been anyone.
He must be sad. I can’t believe a life full of work but lacking any affection is worth living. And now, he seems to be slipping even workwise.
Maybe he is ill. But he’d never accept help.
So whatever it is, I hope it will get better soon.
Aime
2nd January
18:40
Dear Diary.
What the fuck?
Am I allowed to say this in here?
Hell, why shouldn’t I, you are only a book, right?
Today, I went into Mister Kaiba's office, to bring him his post.
Luckily, he was working, so apparently, he is still doing that from time to time.
No. That’s not fair. The young man is working himself crazy.
He works so much that I’m shocked to see him relax. How sad is this?
Anyway, I brought him his post and left without saying anything, just like most days. He hates to be disturbed. Maybe he himself is disturbed enough, hihi. Ok no, sorry. That was not fair, either.
So, I thought, that’s it. Like most days. But some minutes later, he poked his head out of the door, calling me. Enthusiastically.
I don’t remember him ever being enthusiastic. But today he was. That was the first red flag.
I looked up from my computer, looking at him, trying to hide my shock about his tone, and addressed him politely, wondering what had made him so excited.
Can you believe what he asked? DIARY, CAN YOU BELIEVE??
He wanted to know, if he had any appointments after 5PM.
Okay, honestly, that in itself isn’t so strange I guess. But AFTER, oh my god.
When I told him that there actually was a meeting after 5 PM, which, by the way should be illegal so early in the new year, he just cut across me.
That in itself is of course no new behaviour for him as well.
Rude? Yes. But new? No. His rudeness is his signature move, after all.
But I’m losing track. So… When I told him there is a meeting and he cut across me, he gave me one of his “grumpy edgy teenager-I don’t cares”.
Honestly though, I’ve heard them a lot when I wanted to know what he wants to eat or which potted plants he’d prefer for his room. But never when meetings were concerned.
Most of the time, he was too professional and stuck up for his own good.
BUT NOT TODAY, DIARY!
Okay so he gave me his “I don’t care” I told you about. And THEN he ordered me to rearrange it! Just like that! He said he’d leave at 5, so I should reschedule it. WHAT THE HELL?
What had gotten into him?
I have consciously seen him leave work early once, and that was for something about Mokuba’s school.
But today?
He just blurted out that absolute shocker of a statement and slammed the door. I’m still flabbergast.
Whatever had been in the post, I hope it was good news.
Knowing Mister Kaiba though, which good news could he possibly get?
So I just hope, whatever happened is not too bad.
Aime
3rd January
21:46
Dear Diary.
I sorely regret to have used the words WHAT THE FUCK so freely yesterday, because I didn’t know what was ahead of me.
After Mister Kaiba left for his 5 PM appointment yesterday, I’ve been worried. But apparently, whatever it was, it’s even bigger than I had guessed.
Because I received a text from Mister Kaiba at 1 AM.
That in itself isn’t weird, he likes to work the night away and texts me instructions for the next day.
But this text?
It was different.
Really different.
He wanted me to find him a cook. A personal cook, to prepare healthy meals for him and Mokuba.
I mean…
I’m glad.
The young men needs someone to take care of his health, because he obviously doesn't.. But that was new. Is he doing that for Mokuba?
Whatever is the reason, I hope it will work out.
But that wasn’t the strangest thing.
He sent another text a few minutes later, even more confusing than the first one!
“Reschedule everything after noon. I will leave work before lunch.”
That was it.
He just… Didn’t even ask.
He didn’t want to know, what was there. Or if it could be rescheduled without pissing people off. He just decided it.
When I woke up this morning, I nearly had a heart attack.
I shot a colleague the task to find an excellent cook, spending my whole morning rescheduling Mister Kaiba’s appointments.
I don’t know, how. But I managed to not create too much distress with the other businessmen.
After I spent an hour of my already packed day rescheduling everything,
another extremely weird thing happened.
Mister Kaiba was late.
It wasn’t much, only a few minutes, and he still had a good amount of time left until he needed to start the conference, so no one despite you and me will ever know.
But I know.
And I wonder, what had gotten into him.
Even Mokuba seemed to be distressed. He hurried after his big brother, somehow shocked into silence.
Was it, because he was ashamed for being late?
I don’t know, diary.
I don’t know anything anymore.
When I told him I’d found suitable candidates as a chef, he thanked me.
Can you believe? Seto Kaiba, saying “Thank you.” to anyone, like a real human person? Because I can’t. And I worked with him for years.
Whatever is going on in his life recently seems to be affecting him greatly. I hope, it’s for the better. At least, he looked somewhat refreshed today, maybe for the first time in years.
Aime.
4th January
23:10
Dear Diary.
Is it concerning, that most of my journal entries revolve around work? Because I feel like I talk about it A LOT.
Although that’s kind of logical, isn’t it?
Concerning the fact that I practically live there…
And that there is a lot going on right now.
Because, you know, most of the weeks last year were boring.
I can’t even say it was the routine that tired me, because there was not much of a routine at all.
I guess that’s what happens when you work as the secretary of a CEO from a billion dollar company. There just is no regular pattern.
I mean… There are always meetings. And reports. And files and letters and documents and tables OH MY GOD ALL THE TABLES.
But you can’t really get used to them, I think.
You know, they will appear, just like all the other problems will, but you don’t know what will happen.
Like last week, when one of the IT-techs shut down parts of the intranet because his chair had gotten caught in a cable yanking it out and shutting down big parts of the servers.
Or the week before, when one of the trainers had planned to put his courses into the time tables of some workers and accidentally marked his 10-person course as an obligatory schooling for around 1000 people.
Or the week before that, when the financial department accidentally released a report with a number error that had cost the company hundreds of thousands of dollars on the international stock market before they realised their mistake.
It’s like you know something will happen, but you don’t know who’s the damn idiot this time. Although I have a good guess on who might be the next one to fuck up.
And I can’t believe, dear diary, that I’m talking about him again…
But I’m speaking about the man himself.
Yesterday's meetings were… an adventure to put it friendly.
Only today I had the chance to talk with Mokuba, who told me about his brother and that he had almost screwed up the day’s first meeting. Kaiba had told his brother to prepare, so he still knows what he’s doing to an extent, but he seems to be just slightly… off. All the time.
Today, he was on time, and he seemed to be a bit more focused.
I’ve seen him carry around a lot of water bottles and fruit, but I’m suspicious as to if he actually eats them. Caring for his health has never been his thing.
But then again, his thing was to work himself half dead and be mentally present no matter what time of the day and only the lord knows what he had to take or do to himself to keep this up. So maybe, actually going home on time and eating and drinking like a person was suddenly his thing.
I’ll have to ask him about it, because if he wants to rearrange his life, I should know, as his secretary, right?
As far as I know, there is no one else looking out for him.
Aime.