Zigfried must have spoken to Tenshi. She couldn't imagine it any other way.She wanted to be the best on her own, to make her company the best in the country on her own, and she also wanted to conquer the market on her own.
Christin thought for a moment and then agreed.

"Oh, no! His heart has stopped beating!"
The lounger rattled down the narrow hallway. You had to hurry! Perhaps there were only seconds left for the patient to die. A nurse shook the brown-haired man to restore his consciousness: In vain.
They came into a small room. Once there, they hooked it up to some machines.

All of a sudden, Christin's cell phone rang. Surprised, she took the call, her eyes not taking away from Zigfried.
"What happened?"
A few minutes later a groan could be heard and aroused Zigfried's interest.
"That can't be true! And what do I have to do with it? You know how little he means to me.", His girlfriend replied to her telephone partner."Well, I'm coming."
She put the cell phone in her pocket and then got up.
"How? You want to leave? Without drinking your champagne or saying goodbye to me? It's a shame. That almost annoys me.", Grinned Zigfried and took Christin by the arm. She looked at him coldly.
"Let go of me!", She said in an unfriendly voice, whereupon Zigfried let go of her.
Nevertheless, she turned to him again:
"Our appointment on Wednesday is, I took extra time off, so I ask you to come."
"I'll be there, Cherie."
Zigfried took out a red rose and blew its blossoms at Christin. He knew she hated it when he did, but how else could he prove to her that he was on her side?

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That was the first chapter. It was supposed to be longer, but somehow it made sense to stop here. Hope to see a couple of clerks, especially on the subject of how I succeeded in Christin.I also have nothing against wishes, impressions and ideas ^^

Until the next chapter

Ashley

Ps: Actually, the hip bone can be healed. But since it is important for this story that the Kaiba cannot run (maybe for a certain time or forever) this break in this story is incurable. I'm sorry.