"So what do you think?" Maria asked Isabelle as the young girl stood at the photocopying machine with her elbow resting on it where her arm extended to hold her head. She shrugged once and yawned, placing a hand over her mouth.

"What am I supposed to be thinking about?" she asked Maria and the older woman by a year rolled her eyes as Isabelle stood up as the photocopier began to play up. She moved around it, bending down to examine it and then standing and pressing buttons as Marion continued speak to her;

"You are supposed to be thinking about who will get the new associate job thingy. The whole office is talking about and there are even bets going on. Most people have money of Alicia because her husband was an influential man, even though he ended up in jail. Of course, it is known knowledge that her and Will go back too and so that may help. My hope is that Cary gets it. He's just what this place needs."

"And what is that?" Isabelle asked, tossing her blonde, curly hair behind her shoulders which was covered in a red satin shirt.

"A bit of fresh meat," Maria shrugged. "He's a good looking guy and I certainly would not mind getting a piece."

"Jesus Maria," Isabelle rolled her eyes. "You don't have to be his assistant and act like his personal office bitch. That job is down to me."

"Hey," Maria shrugged. "I will swap."

"I would do with pleasure. The arse made me fetch him coffee with just the right amount of milk and exactly two twenty five gram teaspoons of sugar."

"Uh-Hm," a sudden voice coughed and both women turned away from the photocopier to see Cary Agos leaning against the doorframe with a piece of paper in his hands. Maria looked at Isabelle who was looking at the photocopier instead.

"What can we do for you Mr Agos?" she snapped, opening the large photocopier and pulling out the cartridge, admiring it as Maria didn't know where to look.

"I was just wondering why you two are in here instead of out at your desks," he told her. "I hope the conversation was interesting."

"It was actually quite a dull topic," Isabelle simply said and Maria's mouth dropped open as Cary chuckled once, scratching the back of his head. He knew his PA was blunt and to the point. He also knew she was fiery and he admired that in a girl but only when they weren't directing the anger in his direction.

"I think Alicia is looking for you Maria," he told her and Maria nodded and left the room.

"I shall see you later Is," she simply said and Isabelle nodded, waving once and then placing a new cartridge into the copier, allowing it to continue firing out pieces of paper.

"Why can't you be more like Maria?" Cary wondered. "She's such a pleasant girl."

"Oh please," Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend to not have heard what she said."

"Exactly my point," Cary grinned and Isabelle looked at him.

"Not every girl in the office is falling for your good looks," she told him. "I hate to tell you that."

"I know," Cary said. "I can't even get my own PA to like me."

"Tragic," she rolled her eyes and picked up her copies of paperwork as Cary placed his into the machine and Isabelle rested hers on the side, bending down to find envelopes. Cary turned around, admiring the view as he watched her sway from side to side in a rhythmic process. The tight pencil skirt really did help his admiration.

"Once you're done with that I could really use a coffee," he told her and she gritted her teeth, her back still facing him and she nodded.

"Whatever you say Mr Agos," she said sweetly.

"I met your father today," Cary said.

"Really?"

"Yes," Cary nodded. "He told me that I hope my PA was being good to me."

"And what did you reply with?"

"I said she was a lovely little thing," Cary replied. "He also told me about how he got you your job here because he's a good client."

"Then he would be correct," Isabelle replied.

"Living off daddy," Cary whistled, "it can't be bad."

"Whoa," Isabelle turned around and looked at Cary. "I am doing my hardest to be pleasant to you but you don't make it easy. I am not living off my father."

"He bought you an apartment at the tender age of twenty one," Cary replied. "I think you've got him wrapped around your little finger."

"What are you?" she asked him. "Some kind of investigator."

"I just spoke with your father." He shrugged.

"Well it seems you two got along splendidly," Isabelle replied.

"Oh we did," Cary told her. "I'll have that coffee now Isabelle."

Isabelle moved over to the door, huffing as she went and wondering why Cary had such an effect on her.

"And remember that this arse wants his coffee how he likes it," Cary called out to her but she continued to walk away from him as he chuckled.