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Authoress' notes: This is my first TDI fic. ^^ I hope you all enjoy my try! This was posted on my other account but I was blessed enough to gain access back to my older account ((this one)).

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made on this or any of my fanfics and they are all for entertainment purposes only.

Thanks goes out the magnanimous Miss C. Rhiannon X who agreed to beta my story! Thank you so much! She is also an authoress of a great deal of Courtney/Duncan stories! Please go check her profile out! :D


Heather Clinton leaned back and crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes on the smirking opponent sitting across from her. Manicured nails bit into her arm, just below the sleeve of her silk shirt, to prevent the string of explanatives from rolling off her tongue. No matter what, she couldn't allow her temper to best her.

"So," Heather ground out, trying to keep her voice business-polite and not business-hacked-off, "what are the figures you were talking about?"

Leshawna Green lifted her eyebrows slightly at the sudden demand, but with the smooth confidence only a person who knew they were right had, she pulled out a packet of papers stapled neatly on the upper left hand corner.

Sliding it across the table, Heather picked it up and felt a cold pit open up in her stomach. It was a copy of figures, polls, and various other bits of information of her client. Anything with her client usually had a lot of legal jargon and tons of red ink; these print offs were no different.

"If you will look at the second page, you'll see a total write up on your boy," Leshawna started, a pleasant smile on her face, "And I mean total, from his popularity, to his juvenile record— "

Heather, who had been dutifully studying the second page, snapped her attention to the other woman, "Those are closed records," she bit out angrily.

Shrugging, Leshawna continued unfazed, "Either way, wanting to protect my client from any possible scandal, I had to be very thorough. As you can see on the workup there, your client is hot property—at the moment."

Amazingly, Heather's eyes narrowed further.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that unless he cleans up or at least pretends to, he is going to be type-casted and, you know, bad boys are only hot until they hit a certain age."

Grumbling, Heather agreed.

"That's why I proposed this meeting, so that our two clients could grow." Leshawna tucked a fist under her chin as she leaned her elbow on the polished table top. "Now, on page five, you'll see the same work up on my client."

"There's hardly a full page," Heather commented, eyebrow raised.

"Right," she affirmed. "Your client needs to have a cleaner image to get out of the role rut, and my girl needs to shuck the squeaky clean good-girl image without sacrificing her underage fans."

Heather re-read over the other woman's client profile and mentally sighed. As much of a shark as the agent prided herself on being, it was good business sense that got her and her rebellious star to the precarious top they were balancing on. Leshawna's client, Courtney Vieux, not only stayed off the sleazy tabloids, was as clean as a soap bubble, but managed to have a steady role on a hit sitcom for the past seven years.

While in Heather's corner was Duncan Drake. He was a firework, shooting to the top and being admired by all who saw him. However, fireworks died out as quickly as they burst. If Heather didn't do something to save her client's budding career, not only would he be yesterday's news but she'd also get a burn in reputation and finances.

"So we get the director to cast our clients and we have a win-win situation, right?"

"Potentially." Leshawna shrugged, inspecting her nails for any imperfection, while Heather, not wanting to show any weaknesses, glared down at the stapled papers. Tightening her jaw, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. If she wanted to manipulate this situation to her benefit, she couldn't lose her cool too early in the game.

When she looked up to Leshawna again, Heather had a friendly smile on her face and her eyes held not a hint of scorn or scowl.

"I will certainly have to speak with, Mr. Drake," Heather explained sweetly, picking up the papers, and tucking them away in her briefcase. In one smooth movement, she stood, extended her hand and after a firm handshake, the slender agent turned on her heels and sauntered from the room.

Leshawna leaned back in her seat and gave a deep sigh. Lulling her head back, she stared blankly at the ceiling. The meeting had gone as well as she had hoped, Heather was shaken but not desperate and by her calculation, both client and agent would make a decision within the next week.

It was easy to print up Duncan's history, both personal and screen, but it was harder to push Courtney as his saving grace. With her client wanting to rid herself of the long standing role on the sitcom, Total Drama, Courtney needed to use what star power and potential the actress had now to make sure she didn't become a falling star.

Lifting her head from the back of the leather office chair, Leshawna quickly gathered her things and made a mental note to tell Courtney of the meeting and the probability of working with Duncan Drake. Compared to the complaints and all out scream fest her client was sure to do, she'd rather be facing jumping off a 1,000 foot cliff into shark infested waters.