"So, Brittany..." Quinn Fabray rolled my name around her lips as she narrowed her eyes assessing me. "I can call you Brittany right?" She asked innocently whilst tilting her head. I nodded, even though I knew better than to get any closer to any of these women.

Quinn smiled brightly towards me and scanned the document in her hands. "Your resumé is very impressive." The short haired blonde licked her finger and flipped a page, I swallowed, not really knowing her angle. "But then you already know that. I mean, you graduated with the full first honors from MIT. You know your shit." The blonde threw my resumé across the room and sat back in her chair. "You're definitely hired. I heard from Rachel Berry you even pitched an idea for stocks in your first interview." I tried not to jump in delight as the blonde suddenly itched forward, "But I wanna know why you really want this job? A straight up law-abiding citizen like you rolling with us, you must know what you're getting into right?"

I bit my lip. Quinn saw straight through me.

Sighing, I decided to be straight up with her back. "Okay, I'm sorry I may have mislead you." Quinn winked and reached forward to take her barely touched Martini, "I read an article on Santana Lopez last year. I guess you could say I admire her work ethic." Quinn smiled knowingly as she took a gulp. "Well, both your work ethics. I mean, no one had ever heard of McKinley Snix up until 5 years ago. You literally run Wall Street. I want to be apart of a company that makes me feel influential and breaks the boundaries."

Quinn nodded and set her drink back down. "Well, we could really use someone of your intelligence and experience with the market and industry, you'll be an asset to the team." The blonde reached over to her bag and pulled out some papers, "Some of the girls could really use some of your tips too, with Rachel saying your interview was quote," The blonde reached up and died air quotes to my amusement, "Outstanding."

Quinn signed the papers and smirked as she handed them over to me. I beamed, reaching forward to accept them but she was quick to pull them back, a playful glint in her eye. "Which article did you read?"

I smirked back, matching her playful look. "The Wolf of Wall Street."

Quinn chuckled and shook her head, "I think Santana is going to love this 'looks like a good girl but is really really bad.' thing you have going on Brittany Pierce." She handed over the papers again and let me take them this time as my body literally came to life as I looked over the contract of my new employment. "Welcome to McKinley Snix, Brittany Pierce. You start on Monday."

The first morning as a Stock Broker at the infamous McKinley Snix was interesting to say the least.

There was only one word to describe it.

Absolute chaos.

"No no no no, Mr Richardson I can guarantee a 30% increase on top of the 25% back drop pay that'll be coming in next month!" A loud blonde shouted down the phone at the desk next to me as she rubbed her temples in exasperation. The woman eyed me suspiciously as she continued to roll her eyes at the man on the line. "Of course I want the best thing that benefits you and your company. I'm telling you, the 30% is the way forward."

I set out my things along the desk and took off my jacket. The 'official' starting time was supposedly 8am. Even though I arrived at 7:30, there seems to be many workers here and on the job already. I felt a jolt at my chair and turn to see the blonde staring at me angrily.

"Pick up the phone then!" She hissed as she held her phone in the crook of her neck, "Of course I'll hold Mr Richardson." I saw her lift her leg up again as she gave my chair another surprisingly powerful kick.

"Kitty!" A familiar voice shouted from behind me as I turned to see a fresh-faced Rachel Berry. The small brunette looked towards me apologetically and chuckled to herself, "She goes on a power trip. It's ADHD related too. Don't mind her."

I side-eyed Kitty who completely ignored Rachel's jibe and turned her chair away from us, continuing her debate on the phone.

Rachel threw over a list of names and numbers, "There the difficult bunch but if you feel like having a go at a super-stock today, you go for it." The brunette lifted her mug and took a sip, "Oh, coffee's over there if you need any. The rest of the clientele are on the laptop in front of you."

I smiled and nodded, "Thanks Rachel, it's good to see you again."

Rachel held up her mug like she was making a toast, "Trust me, I would have killed Quinn Fabray if you weren't hired."

I laughed and had a quick flick through the book. Arching my eyebrow at Rachel who feigned innocence, I rolled my chair over.

"Penny stocks?" I whisper as Rachel looks on at me, bemused by my expression. "There's penny stocks at a firm this big?"

Rachel leans forwards and laughs into my ear, "With 50 percent commission." The brunette whispered back as my jaw dropped.

"50 fucking percent?" I ask again as my mind begins to tick.

Rachel winked and turned her chair, "You better get started Pierce."

"Dammit!" Quinn shouted as she muted her head set, "Don Resoda's not letting up on the Mark Breadley sales." I saw the sweat running down Quinn's forehead as she desperately tried to re-think a plan. "If we lose this deal, we lose the bonus!"

The room groaned as Quinn pressed the button again, "Hi, Don... Yes of course I can hold. Call me back in say, 5 minutes? Ok. Talk soon."

Quinn threw her head set off and ran her fingers through her short hair. "We've got five fucking minutes to close this deal."

The room erupted with shouts from all angles. Rachel's brow furrowed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

I eyed the pink sheets on my table and suddenly a light went off in my head.

I stood up among my colleagues and immediately got Quinn's attention. "I've got an idea." I said with confidence.

Suddenly her head set began ringing.

Quinn swallowed and the room went silent.

I stepped closer to the woman who held out the head set and swallowed, "Good luck, Pierce." She whispered, we all knew if I fucked this up I was out.

I placed the head set on and sat on a chair, clicking the button as the Stocks System came to life on the computer screen in front of me.

"Hello Mr Resoda, my name's Brittany Pierce I'm the Vice President here at McKinley Snix."

The room gasped at the casual lie I told our customer as I felt the familiar flow of sales go through me. This was where I excelled.

A small crowd gathered around as I chatted numbers and figures with the tough millionaire on the other line.

"I know, you're wife seems very important to you, Don." I commented mid-conversation, earning the mans trust more and more. "Well, right now I'm looking at Mark Breadley stock and they have shot right up, I'm talking 45%..." Don contemplated this figure, and I knew I had broken him. "I tell you what Don, along with the 45% I'm willing to make you an even better deal..."

The room tried to hide their gasps as I picked up the pink book and flicked through. "An up and coming company are selling their stocks for no more than a penny. Yes that's right, one cent. Because you're a very prestigious and well known customer here I'm willing to divulge this information. Of course, Mr Resoda." I heard the man get his pen and paper as I looked up and winked at Rachel and Quinn. "Their name is Aerodynamics and they are based in Seattle. Aerospace is having a plummet in the market right now this we all know, but these guys specify in Weapons Defense aerospace. Yes, that's right. Not only will you be contributing to a leading company that's over-riding every other in it's category, you'll be contributing to the safety of our country. Now don't even tell me you're wife wouldn't be proud of that." I smiled at his answer and jumped off my chair, fist pumping as the room cheered.

I shushed them down and held up a finger, "Our figure?" I asked, teasing both Don Resoda and the rest of the room. "Seventy five percent." I finally said. I knew this was a lot to ask. Quinn visibly paled and Rachel held her hand up to her mouth. The room broke out into whispers as I listened to Don give me his answer. A slow smile spread across my face, "It's a pleasure doing business with you Mr Resoda. Both Mark Breadley and Aerodynamics welcome into the fold. Here's to the future!"

I took the headset off and threw it to some of the cheering girls at the front before I was wrapped up in bear hugs by my colleaugues.

Quinn got me in a playful headlock and cheered with happiness, "You're something else Pierce!"

Suddenly, I was surrounded by the women of the room as they all congratulated me. It was rare apparently, for someone to gain so much respect on their first day.

The women were interrupted by slow clapping coming from over where the conference room was. As the crowd parted, I froze at who the said clapping was coming from.

She smirked as she stalked over to where I stood. A swing in her hips. Her hair was black, falling in light curls way past her shoulders. Wearing a grey dress that hugged her body and showed her curves perfectly.

Stopping a few feet away from me, she smirked, her perfect pouty lips drawing me in. "I have to say," She drew out, her natural husky voice dominating everyone. "I personally would have pushed it for 80%..." She winked and I smiled back, because she really would have. "But that was seriously impressive."

The Latina eyed the room and smiled brightly, "Let's make some fucking money!" she shouted and the women began howling like wolves, much to Santana's amusement.

The women went back to work like I hadn't done anything and I shook my head in disbelief.

Feeling a grip at my arm and a slight tug to turn me around, the close face to face proximity made me blush more than anything I'd ever felt in my life.

"The Almanac in 20 minutes." She whispered out and smirked again walking backwards and turning around back into the room she came from.

As I stood looking dumbfounded I felt a much more gentler nudge at my side.

Turning to a smirking Rachel, she nodded at me and laughed. "Santana wants you to join her for lunch."

"Lunch?" I stuttered back, "What like a date or something?"

Rachel burst out laughing and Quinn came into view, giggling slightly as she placed a hand on my shoulder. "She'll probably want to talk Wall Street and do cocaine, sweetheart. Trust me, do not even think about getting romantically involved with Santana Lopez." The blonde tapped my shoulders a few times and walked off laughing.

Rachel still stood smiling, "She just wants to grill the new girl. Just, be careful okay? Santana likes to play games."

I scratched my head confused, "But I thought she was impressed?"

Rachel smirked and shook her head, "She was, but you heard her... She would have gone for 80 percent." Rachel watched as I swallowed hard, "Look, I don't mean to pry but do you drink or do drugs?"

My eyes widened at her random questions as I quickly shook my head, "No, well, I mean I drink occasionally but I've never done drugs."

Rachel bit her lip and nodded, "Just stick to your morals today okay?"

I nodded again as Rachel walked away. After reading about her and hearing all of the stories in my old job on Wall Street, I finally had the confirmation I needed.

Santana Lopez was reckless and dangerous.

But she was brilliant. A genius.

And I wanted in on it all.