A/N This is a new story by me and it is modern so if you're not very fond of modern fics, you have been forewarned. This story is going to generally have shorter chapters because that's just how it is. So please enjoy and if you read please review!

"Would you please pay attention Miss Daae?" Erik had been all over Christine lately. Every little thing that she did had some enormous impact on him and he acted as if hell would freeze over the moment she did anything right. 'And I thought this job would be fun?' She angrily thought to herself. 'Why did I let Meg get me into this?' and as she pondered ways of avenging herself Meg interrupted her thoughts, "Darling I think he wants you to put down your book." Christine blushed, not realizing that she even had the book in her hands. "I'm sorry Erik, please go on." Christine and Meg had been working at 'Pure' magazine now for almost 5 months and still Christine did not feel comfortable around their boss, Erik. "Well, now that our diva is ready," Erik replied mockingly, "we can continue. People answer me one question. Why is it that an average house wife would choose 'Real' over 'Pure'?" Christine wanted to raise her hand and state that the manager at 'Real' wasn't an evil maniac, but she held her tongue. "To put it simply," he continued, "I myself would choose the '12th dirty little secret' over our issue that is advertising the 11th. Someone in this room is giving away our advertising schemes to the manager at 'Real'. I do not know who it is but mark my words when I find out there will be severe consequences!" With that Erik stormed out of the room.

"Good lord that man drives me crazy!" Carlotta whispered. Carlotta had been Erik's 'Prima Donna' so to speak ever since she'd arrived, despite the fact that she did absolutely nothing. Everyone knew that her family made frequent donations to the company therefore Erik had to spoil her or his magazine would go down the drain. "Oh go home to your Italian husband and stop bothering us." Meg snapped at her. Meg always got rid of Carlotta though secretly she was terrified that one day the snobby Italian brat would seek revenge. Carlotta shot her an evil look and then left the room, her five personal slaves following right behind. "Good riddance to bad rubbish," Meg declared, "This is awful. Erik is breathing down all of our necks to find out who's giving away out articles but everyone knows its Carlotta. Her husband owns 'Real' for God's sake, could it be any more obvious?" Christine laughed; Meg always had a way of lightening the mood. "Calm down Meg, let's go get a double latte' and we'll talk." Meg, happy for an excuse to leave, smiled and gathered her things.

"So Christine," she started, "Erik…he's kind of cute, don't you think?" Christine's jaw dropped half way to the floor and she nearly smacked Meg across the face. "Cute? You think Erik, our boss Erik, is cute? Ugh the man is insane! How could you think that?" Meg's face turned as red as her blouse and she whispered, "well rumor has it he thinks you're not too bad." Christine stopped dead in her track and turned to face Meg, who was now laughing. "Good for him," she stuck out her tongue and laughed, "men are pigs! Let's go get our coffee," and she stepped into the elevator.

Halfway down to the main level Christine glanced over at Meg, who was totally entranced in the blinking lights above their heads, and started giggling, "Meg you are so easily amused." Meg was about to reply when suddenly the elevator stopped, "hey this isn't the floor we're going to." The doors slid open and Erik rolled his eyes and stepped in, "Good-morning ladies. Off to work on your article that's due tomorrow I assume?" When Erik turned around Christine stuck her tongue out, again, and began to silently mimic him to Meg. The elevator finally came to a stop at the right floor and Christine stepped out only to see her boyfriend standing at the front desk.

"Raoul?" At the sound of Christine's voice the handsome man turned around and smiled, "There she is, hey beautiful," Christine jumped into his arms, "Well someone's excited to see me." She smiled at him, "Of course I am Raoul, I haven't seen you in 5 days. Did you expect me not to miss you?" He laughed and leaned in, catching her in a kiss, while Erik stood behind them grimacing. "Ms. Daae," he began. At the sound of his voice Christine's smile faded and she turned to face him, "Be back in the office by noon. We need to go over your new article." She groaned, "that gives me an hour Erik, be reasonable!" He smirked at her, "Fine twelve-thirty. Have fun." And with that he turned and walked back to the elevator. Christine gave Meg a questioning look, "Why did he even come down here? He didn't do anything but yell at me." Meg shrugged and the threesome made their way out the front doors and down Manhattan Ave.