*Author's Note* Thank you for coming to check out this story! I've decided to get back in the writing game, and this idea has been waiting to get out of my head for quite a while! A huge thanks to Jules for being my beta and for dealing with my random musings, and a huge thanks to all of you for reading this, I hope you love it! I have Chapter 2 written, so once I get some reviews I'll be posting! Now on with the story!*
**Disclaimer - I don't own Glee. If I did, Brittany and Santana would have their own spin off. **
She woke up to the sound of her alarm and the feeling of paws on her back. both telling her it was time to get out of bed. She sat up and stretched, feeling ready to take on her important day, the day she, Brittany Pierce, had an interview at the biggest management agency in New York City. The day that she would hopefully get the job of her dreams, and only months after graduating from college. She knew how vital this interview was, and how long it took to be invited to interview at McCall Management Agency. Looking over at her alarm clock, she quickly realized that she had slept through the first few alarms, and now the time glaring back at her was 9:05. This meant that she only had 25 minutes to get ready and across town for her 9:30 interview.
"Shit!" She yelled, throwing her covers off and jumping out of bed, grateful only for a moment that she had set her clothes out the night before. "Tubbs, are you kidding me?! You really decided to get comfortable with my suit?" She yelled, attempting to brush the cat hair off of her black and gray pinstripe suit. "Damnit." She said under her breath, running to the bathroom and attempting to make sense of the rat nest on her head, then ran back out and threw the suit on. "The one night I have an interview you decide to mess with my clothes! Those drugs really did mess up your head when we were younger." She said to her cat sitting on her bed, simply staring back at her as she grabbed the sticky paper roll to get the hair off. After quickly grabbing her briefcase, Brittany ran down the stairs, heels in her hand instead of on her feet, and out on the street. While trying to put her shoes on, she raised her hand to hail a cab and was thankful that the first one that passed saw her and was empty.
"5th and 69th please!" She said to the cab driver in a hurried tone, hoping that the man behind the wheel would recognize the urgency and step on it a bit. On the drive to the agency, she ran through her answers to various questions in her head, suddenly feeling unprepared for an interview she had been preparing for for months. That was the result of the brutal awakening she had way after her alarm had gone off.
Brittany quickly paid the cab driver when they arrived outside of the massive offices, hurrying inside and to the elevator, choosing the appropriate floor to end up on. As the doors opened, she composed herself and started to step out until a woman pushed past her with huge sunglasses and a leather jacket on. "Excuse you." Brittany said under her breath, shaking her head and making her way into the lobby, letting the secretary know she was there and taking her place in the waiting area. With her foot tapping against the tile, and her leg bouncing up and down, Brittany was practically a walking bundle of nerves.
"Miss Pierce? Miss McCall will see you now." The secretary called to her, causing her to stand up, blue eyes wide, and take a deep breath before walking confidently towards the office door with the letters C.E.O. on them. With her hand on the handle, she took a deep breath. This was the first step to her future, and such an important step at that. It was now or never, and she was going to make this happen.
"Hello, you must be Brittany, I'm Melissa McCall, C.E.O. here at the Agency. It's a pleasure to meet you!" The woman behind the desk with the long blonde hair said to her. She was young, younger than Brittany had expected, but clearly she had been doing something right to be the C.E.O of a huge company.
"Yes, hello, that's me, it's great to meet you too. Sorry about the cat hair." She said in one of the worst cases of verbal diarrhea she had ever remembered having. Did she really just bring up the cat hair all over her suit to her new potential employer? "Sorry, I'll be quiet now." She said, shaking the woman's hand and taking a seat across the desk from her.
"Well, Brittany, we've looked over your resume and your scoring for college look amazing, as well as your personal references, so we just have a few questions for you in order to decide if you are the right person for the job." She nodded opening the file on her desk and looking over the paper. "Okay, you actually filled them all out! Aren't you on top of things! Now, we do usually start individuals with a degree at the manager position with someone that hires from our company, however at the moment we have no openings for a full management job." She said, then closed the file. "However, we have a recent opening for a personal assistant job. The pay isn't as good, but it is definitely a great stepping stone in the process, and once we have an opening, you would be first up to be hired." She said, folding her hands and placing them on her desk. "Is this something you would be interested in?" She asked, giving Brittany a look as if trying to read her reaction.
Brittany wasn't sure what to do. She had come in with the intention of a management position, however with the opportunity to move up, she wasn't sure that this was something she could pass up. "What exactly would the position include? What would be required of me?" She asked, biting her bottom lip and fiddling with her hands in her lap.
"The position would be maintaining the schedule, running errands, accompanying on travel, setting up appointments and just basically being there for whatever they need. It's not easy, but it will look even better when a management position does open if you are able to get a good review from the client we place you with for the PA position." She explained, laying it all on the line and not beating around the bush.
Taking a deep breath, Brittany nodded and smiled at Melissa. "I would be honored to accept the position with your agency. While a management position is the dream job, I believe this will be a learning opportunity for me." She nodded, reaching over and shaking her hand. "Do I learn about my client now, or will that be something that's a surprise?" She asked, hoping the prior was the answer.
"Ah! Yes, of course. Starting on Monday morning, you will be the personal assistant for…. Miss Santana Lopez. I'm assuming you've heard of her? Multi-Platinum vocal performer?" She asked, and the look of realization hit on Brittany's face. She was going to be assisting America's Nightmare, as she had been christened by the media. What the hell had she just gotten herself in to?