The coffee machine was less terrible because Yuugi kept replacing it with a fresh batch every few hours; no burnt coffee for him, no sir.

Though...

Nnnngh, he'd declined Pegasus's suggestion because it wasn't appropriate to drag employees into investment meetings, and he had a lot of work to do.

But... well, that might have been a bad idea.

Great. His stomach felt sour.

Yuugi tried not to think about it; if he did something wrong, he'd be quick to hear about it, right...?

Except.

Uh.

It was hard to think about it when there was Seto Kaiba at the coffee machine. And he looked awful.

"Mr. Kaiba...?" He stepped in next to him, bag of trail mix in his hand.