"If a person agrees to work for you because of your name you can never tell their loyalty," Kaiba answered calmly. "Sit," he said, gesturing to chairs.

"But what do you need US for if you're Kaiba Seto?" the brunette asked.

"Just what it says in your packets. I need reliable information. You can provide it for me."

"Information about what?"

Kaiba leaned forward. "As of yesterday, the world is mine." He ignored the widened eyes in front of him and continued. "This will become common knowledge soon. You will keep me informed on what people think of this."

"You can't hire people to do that?" the blond asked.

"I am," Kaiba said, with unaccustomed patience. "You."

"Oh." The fact didn't seem to properly filter into his awareness for a moment. "Oh!" he repeated then.

Kaiba slid ID badges across the disk to them. "Only wear these when you have reason to come here. Reports, unless very important, can be sent through fax. Everything you need is in your packet."

The boys picked the badges up carefully, as though afraid they would bite. With the knowledge of who they were now committed to working for it wouldn't have surprised them.

"One more thing," Kaiba said as they rose. "I'm looking for a tutor for my younger brother. The old one," he paused to consider phrasing. "Was dismissed. I need someone about your age. He should be a good student and non-threatening. Keep an eye out for someone."

The boys shared a glance, and once again Kaiba felt that he could almost hear the words the glance said.

"Bakura," the blond finally said.

Kaiba arched a brow at them.

"Bakura Ryou," the brunette explained. "He tried to help us keep up with work while we were in the detention. He's smart and gentle."

Kaiba filed the name away. "Very good. You may go." He turned back to his work as the boys left. Once he was certain he was alone, he looked up the name Bakura Ryou in public records.

[author's note: Title is from Act 5 scene 8 of Macbeth]