I feel horrible for starting a new story when I still have two incomplete ones waiting to be updated! But I have a good reason (hopefully). I recently got into "Sky High" Warren/Layla fanfics and have been reading those for the past couple of weeks. When I tried to start working on my own Z101 stories, however, I just couldn't! I just sat there staring blankly at the page in front of me and reread what I've written so far until I could practically memorize every word and for some reason it was so difficult to continue where I left off! So, I kind of freaked out and after three days of that, I wrote this. I have to admit, I don't feel very proud of it because 1) it's pretty much an English translated version of this Filipino show I've been watching lately and 2) it's AU and never in my life have I ever written an AU fanfic before. So I'm not sure how good this will be but hopefully, even though it's just a stupid way for me to try and get my Quogan/Z101 muse back, you guys will still enjoy reading it.

Oh, another note, this hasn't been beta'd so please excuse any mistakes that I'm sure you will find here. I wrote this at 4am and was so out of it. I'll go back and edit any mistakes that I find later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101, Dan Schneider does. I also do not own the TV adaptation nor the actual books of Rose Tan's comedy/romance paperbacks The Bud Brother Series. So please don't sue.

Beautiful Liar

"Prologue: Mission"

--Quogan is Love--

If only the blinding sunlight was the sole perpetrator of the rude awakening Quinn was subjected to that morning, then maybe she wouldn't have been in such a sour mood. No, some higher power apparently found amusement in tormenting her because not only was she awoken by the rays of the sun hitting her in the face, but also an incessant ringing sound that even managed to invade her pleasant dream. She groaned and scrunched her brows together in annoyance, moving her hand around her bedside drawer – eyes still closed – in search of the source of the noise and in the process, accidentally knocked over her half filled bottle of water.

"Argh, damned alarm clock" she mumbled into her pillow, the irritating sound beginning to wake her fully. It didn't hit her until a few seconds later that the annoying ringing sound she was hearing wasn't her alarm clock, but her cell phone which had been ringing for quite some time already. Growling softly, Quinn found the silver device near her bedside table lamp and brought it to her face. Forcing one eye open, Quinn had to wait a few seconds for her vision to clear up before being able to read it. Once it did, however, the first thing she did – besides mentally curse at herself – was shoot out of bed and run into the bathroom before finally answering the call.

"Yes, Miss Daniela! I'm so, so sorry!" she instantly apologized to her boss who was on the other line. Holding the phone between her ear and shoulder, Quinn grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush her teeth as fast as her arm would allow her as she listened to Daniela at the same time.

"Q-Quinn, I ne-need to talk t-to you," came the shaky voice of her boss, Daniela Christenson. It sounded like she'd recently been crying. "Can you meet me a-at my penthouse suite? It's i-important."

It probably wasn't very proper to speak to her boss while brushing her teeth but at the moment, Quinn was too much in a rush to care. "Uh huh, op course, I'll beh thar in pipten menutes."

And she was there in fifteen minutes; dressed in a pair of denim shorts, flip flops, white camisole undershirt, and a yellow v-neck short sleeve shirt that hugged her curves at the bust then flowed out slightly down to her hips. Working as someone's personal assistant, this type of attire seemed inappropriate but if your boss was one of the most famous supermodels in the country who you have been working for for over a year, business attire was considered too dressy – at least that's what Daniela told Quinn a few months after she started working for her.

Quinn poured some orange juice into a glass and picked up a box of tissues as she walked over to Daniela who had indeed been crying. She took the items from Quinn and gave her a weak but grateful smile then took a few sips from the glass.

"So, um, can you tell me what's wrong, Miss Daniela?" Quinn asked politely but with concern evident in her voice, taking a seat across from the distressed woman. "Why are you upset?"

"Well, you see," she placed the orange juice on the glass table beside her and took a couple tissues from the box, blowing her noise before continuing. "I think… I think my boyfriend is cheating on me." The last part caused a few more tears to trickle down her cheek but she quickly wiped them away with another tissue, her breathing still slightly irregular.

Quinn gave her a sympathetic look but couldn't help look confused as well. "Uh, boyfriend? Miss Daniela, I didn't even know you had a boyfriend but I'm sorry to hear-"

"Yes, I do," she interrupted, dabbing her noise with a tissue and tried to smile despite her tired red eyes. "Logan's the sweetest, most handsome, and most caring guy I've ever met." Even in her distressed state, she still managed a dreamy expression as she described the guy who was cheating on her. "He's the manager of this flower shop that his mother use to own before she moved away."

Nodding simply to show that she was listening, Quinn then asked another question trying to clear up the confusion in her head. This was a lot of new information to process, especially at eight in the morning. "But, um, I'm still a little confused. I've been working for you for over a year now and, you've never mentioned a boyfriend before, Miss Daniela."

"Oh, we've been together for a only over a month now," it seemed that her voice was beginning to regain its usual cheerfulness but then dropped back down into a melancholy tone soon after, "but he's been so 'busy' lately that he hardly has any time to spend with me." Before Quinn could give her words of comfort though, Daniela continued, her voice changing as drastically as it did before, from melancholy to suspicion and slight anger. "I don't believe it though. I think he's cheating on me with another girl and is just using being busy as an excuse to hide it from me."

Quinn scrunched her nose in disgust and scoffed, "Well, if you ask me Miss Daniela, if he is cheating on your then you're better off without him." Anyone who cheated on their boyfriend or girlfriend was an inconsiderate lowlife and didn't deserve tears, especially if it was from such a nice person like Daniela Christenson.

"No!" the model exclaimed suddenly almost causing Quinn to fall out of her seat. "You don't understand, Quinn. I love him, I don't want to lose him."

She gave Quinn the most serious but desperate look that the poor girl was at a loss for words. "Uh, well… I guess in that case-"

"That's why," Daniela continued, disregarding whatever Quinn was about to say, "I want you to spy on him for me."

Eyes widening considerably larger than normal, Quinn stared at her employer incredulously. "You want me to what!?"

Quickly standing from her seat and dropping the box of tissues on the floor, Daniela rushed over to Quinn and grabbed her hand with both of hers. "Please, Quinn! It won't be too difficult; you're a smart and resourceful girl. I know you can handle this." Even with the words of praise and encouragement, Quinn was doubtful that this was a good idea. She stared at Daniela unsurely, still a little stunned at her boss's sudden strange behavior – she was usually more put together and proper. "Please? I don't want to lose him, Quinn."

Feeling a sense of obligation and pity, Quinn sighed and relented. "What do I need to do?"

Daniela squealed in delight, stood from her crouching position, and gave Quinn a light hug as she thanked her over and over. Once she released her, both women stood up.

"He's currently looking for a new secretary," Daniela began to explain, holding Quinn lightly by the wrist as she led her through the hallway and into her bedroom. "So I want you to pose as an applicant and make sure that you get the job. Once you're hired, I want you to find out everything you can about this girl and if he has really been telling me the truth about him being too busy. Got it?"

Quinn's intuition began to kick in and she just knew that this was a bad idea. So, why was she going through with it? Well, there really wasn't much of a choice since this was her boss. She owed her a lot, especially since it was this job that was helping her pay the bills. At the age of twenty three, Quinn had expected to have a well paying job and her own place by now. She had also expected to be a college graduate and attending medical school now too. But, unfortunately, after the birth of her youngest sibling nothing was going as planned in her life anymore. It hurt less and less each day but things were still difficult, and her family still wasn't completely back to normal.

Daniela didn't even notice how Quinn merely stood there staring blankly at nothing in particular as she rushed over to her large walk-in closet and began to look for the perfect outfit. "You have to look the part to make sure you get the job," her voice behind the sliding doors was slightly muffled. She continued to talk but her voice was beginning to fade and sound more indistinct by the minute that Quinn had to strain to hear her – even then she couldn't make out what she was saying. All she heard was an aggravated groan and the soft rustling of clothes and hangers inside the closet. Moments later Daniela walked out, hands on her hips with wild tousled hair.

"None of that is going to work. Forget it, let's go," she said with a sigh, grabbing Quinn by the wrist yet again and dragging her back outside.

"Uh, Miss Daniela, where are we going?" Quinn asked as she was pulled into the living room. Waiting in silent confusion for a response, she watched as her boss tossed the couch pillows around in search of something. "Miss Danie-"

"Aha!" she exclaimed happily, pulling out her car keys from in between the sofa cushions.

Quinn looked at her hesitantly, slightly fearful that her boss of fourteen months had now lost her mind. Before she could ask where Daniela planned to take her, her question was answered.

"C'mon, we're going shopping for nerdy secretary clothes." Quinn managed to grab her purse before she was dragged, yet again by the wrist, outside the door and into the hallway of the hotel.

"Oh, of course."

All Quinn could think of was 'what have I gotten myself into?'

So what do you guy think? Is it worth continuing? Or am I just wasting my time with this? I'd really like to know so please review! Or just send me a PM if you don't want your review posted publicly for all to see.

Next chapter: Quinn's interview and her first meeting with Daniela's boyfriend Logan!

Until next time!

Always, Mina