Hinata didn’t quite understand why Izumi-san was so happy about having a personal assistant.  Didn’t it imply he was so incompetent, he needed someone to help manage his life?  Ah, although, usually personal assistants were for people who were so important that they needed the extra help so they could focus on more important issues.  She looked between the cheery manga-ka and the blushing assistant: yeah, this one definitely didn’t fall in that category.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink"> “Thank you, Iijima-chan.”</span>Hinata smiled falsely, the expression twitching at Ishida-san’s helpful add-in.  Thankfully, they continued on before her occupation or salary could be commented on any further.  She had no interest in discussing either with strangers.  The quartet walked down the hallways, Ishida-san pointing out the various rooms they were passing.  Greedy hazel eyes looked into each room.  Most were meeting spaces and some were offices.  She didn’t see a presentation room, unfortunately.  Designing the layout of the newspaper, determining what went where--it had been one of her favorite parts of being an editor.  She would have loved to see what it looked like in a real publishing company.<br/><br/>A body stumbled into her and she looked over irritably, seeing a sheepish Izumi-san smiling at her.  Iijima-chan was holding onto him, clearly having caught him before he could fall on her.  The younger woman looked worried even as she warned, “Careful, Izumi-sensei.”<br/><br/>The dark-haired man nodded diligently, midway through an apology when Ishida-san interrupted:<span style="color: #FFBF80">"All you sort - pay attention here! This is the office where you submit the scripts, if you go three doors to the right, you find the reports' office."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: pink"> “May we enter?”</span>Hinata asked, stepping forward towards the motioned office.  Ishida-san drew away and she took it as consent, opening the door.  Inside was a medium-sized room.  It definitely wasn’t any one person’s ‘office’ per se; it looked more like a bullpen for multiple employees.  There were two rows of tables running perpendicular from their entrance, dividing the room into three sections.  Each row had six tables turned to face each other, embellished with computers, file bins, and countless office supplies.  Five faces turned in their direction, surprised to see an unfamiliar woman at the entrance.<br/><br/>“Can.. we help you?”  One of the men, dressed casually in a striped long-sleeved shirt, asked uncertainly.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink">“Excuse me; I’m new here.  I’m Tachibana Hinata.  Please take care of me.”</span>She dipped a quick bow before moving out of the way to let the other three enter.  The rest of her group were clearly more well known with the way the four men and one woman all clamored to their feet to greet them.<br/><br/>“Izumi-sensei!” “IIjimi-chan!”  “Ishida-san!”  The group fell into a happy crowd, questions being bandied about rapid fire.  “What brings you to the office, Izumi-sensei?”  “Iijima-chan, I thought you were off today?”  “Izumi-sensei, would you like to see the next Shounen Jump issue?”  “Ishida-san, have you seen the newest one shot that Hattori-san brought in?”  “in development, but we’re thinking..”<br/><br/>Left on the side, Hinata took the interlude to examine the room.  There were some half filled forms left on the tables, no doubt discarded at Izumi-san’s, Iijima-chan’s, and Ishida-san’s entrances.  A vibrant tankoban sat on one of the desks emblazoned with SHOUNEN JUMP.  The cover was a colorful red and an enthusiastic cartoon stared up at her, smile unnaturally wide, even as it pumped its fist towards the sky.  She stared at it blankly, shook her head in disbelief, and continued walking.  Really, people liked that stuff?  It was so unnatural.<br/><br/>One of the computer screens was showing some fan blog, only the cartoonish characters on the side of the webpage made her think it was research rather than some editor slacking.  Another had sealed envelope.  The cover form was partially filled with messy writing.  Hazel eyes narrowed as they tried to decipher the words.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink">”Ai-da’s.. Crown?”</span>What was an Aida?<span style="color: pink">“Okuda... Sada… take. Okuda Sadatake.”</span>Why did that name sound familiar?