Chapter 1.
"Did you look at the script, Miss Miller?" The agent's San Francisco office was an effortlessly glamorous, understated modern chic room, with large windows and murals of various acting poses embedded in the walls. The agent himself fitted perfectly into his surroundings in a charcoal suit with a pink shirt and white tie. He sat in a high-backed leather chair and had rested his chin, complete with a slight five o'clock shadow, on his steepled fingers as he gauged her reaction. He was a surprisingly young man, with a head of thick brown hair and hazel eyes. He had such a cool disposition that you would never have guessed that just looking at the beautiful young woman in front of him was giving him chills.
"I did, thank you. I found it most interesting." The young starlet in front of him was swathed in a red wrap-around dress that clung to her figure, perfectly accentuating her gorgeous curves. Her long blonde curly hair hung loose around her heart-shaped face, and her red lipsticked pout slid effortlessly into a smile. Her long tanned fingers slid around the arm of her fashionable aviator sunglasses and pulled them from her face, revealing the deepest pair of brown eyes imaginable. The agent sat back, momentarily startled by her beauty, and she ran a hand through her hair, tousling it into a state of messy beauty.
"I-I'm glad you enjoyed it Miss Miller."
"Oh please, call me Steffi. Everyone does." She flashed that beautiful smile again, her white teeth gleaming in the strong summer sunshine. She reached down into a red handbag next to the chair and pulled out a large bundle of papers tied together with string. She flicked through it with a languid hand, and finally found the page she was looking for. "I especially liked this line here: 'I know that I'm not perfect. I will never be perfect. But I love you, and that should be enough.'" She kept her eyes on the agent the entire time, and he found himself wishing that it were true.
"Well then Mi- Steffi, I think that we may be able to secure you the lead role in the film."
"Thank you very much, Mr…" She searched for his name, and looked at a paper on his desk. "Mr Carpenter."
"Don't think me too forward, but surely if we are to be business partners then you should call me by my Christian name." His face broke into a broad grin, and he extended his hand. "I'm Phillip."
"Lovely to meet you, Phillip," she said with a smile and took his extended hand. He kissed it gently, keeping his eyes on her face, and stood up as she blushed slightly. "Shall I walk you to the door?"
"Please do," she said, and picked up her bag. Their hands were still held together, neither one wanting to release the hand of the other. They liked the closeness. In a business like theirs, real friends were a rarity.
"Well then, Miss Steffi Miller," he said as they came to the elevator doors. "Welcome to the Carpenter-Kline Talent Agency. We hope you enjoy your stay with us." Her eyes flashed with a mischievous glint as she said,
"Oh don't worry. I shall."
A/N and Disclaimer: Yes it's a Steffi/Cole story. No I don't own 'Charmed'. End of.
I know, I know. Another Steffi and Cole saga you must be thinking. Well I'm sorry, but they're far too interesting to leave with only one avenue. And I'm a girl with ideas, see.