DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't own Ugly Betty, or any of the characters. However, I wouldn't mind owning my very own Daniel Meade. :)

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Author's Note: Here's my second attempt at fanfiction, so please, review and tell me what you think! The more reviews I get, the more motivated I am to write quickly! Enjoy!

"Thanks, Betty," Daniel said as she handed him his coffee and bagel. "I'm starving."

"You're welcome," she said laughing. "But if you're always so hungry in the mornings, you could always eat before coming to work, like the rest of us."

"Yeah, but that would involve me going to the grocery store..." he replied as he wiped a bit of cream cheese of the corner of his mouth.

"Well, heaven forbid Daniel Meade be caught in the grocery store..."she laughed as she walked out of his office.

He followed her out, bagel in hand. "But Betty, if you don't like getting me my bagel in the morning, I could always..." he stopped to swallow.

"What, get your own bagel?" she mocked him with a smile.

"Well, no. I was gonna say we could get Amanda to do it," he said with a sheepish grin.

Betty laughed, "No, Daniel, it's fine. I'm your assistant, and if you need a bagel, I'll get it for you."

"Well, thank you. Besides, they just taste better when you get them. That week you were in Mexico, I actually did get them myself, all week and they just didn't taste the same," he said as he sat himself on the edge of her desk.

Betty looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "That's ridiculous, Daniel."

"No, really. Everyday I went down to that little breakfast cart in the lobby and brought it back up here and it just wasn't nearly as good."

She smiled as she shook her head and stood up, and began making her way back into Daniel's office, "It's probably because that's not where I get your bagels. You don't like them from that breakfast cart."

"I don't?" he asked as he followed her back into his office.

"No, I used to get them from there but remember you started saying they were 'flavorless'? Now I get them from the little bakery across the street," she said matter of factly as she picked up a file off of his desk and held it against her chest.

"Huh," he said, pausing for a moment. "Well, what would I do without you, Betty?"

"Starve, I guess," she said with a smile, as she left his office, sat back down at her desk and started looking through the file.

He stood and watched her through the glass that separated them and silently laughed as she went through the papers, one, two, and three times, clearly looking for something that wasn't in the folder. Finally, he took his 'Letter from the Editor' that he had written the previous night out of his briefcase and walked out of his office and over to his assistant's desk. "Looking for something?" he said smugly as he handed her the piece of paper.

She looked up at him, "I thought you had forgotten to write it again," she said with a smirk.

"I know," he said, as he put his hands in his pockets and watched as she began reading.

After a few minutes she said "You know, Daniel, this is really good. If you keep up this work, I may soon be out of a job."

"Nah, I'll still need someone to get me my bagel," he teased, as she flashed her one of his famous 'Daniel Meade' smiles.

She rolled her eyes and turned around, but even from the back he could tell she was smiling. He turned and started back to his office when he remembered, "Oh, Betty. I thought I'd let you know that my friend Becks is going to be stopping in today around 11:00, and since I know you hate him I was thinking maybe you could head down to the closet around that time and check out the outfits Christina's chosen for the Reese Witherspoon cover shoot tomorrow."

"I don't hate him," Betty replied.

Daniel raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe a little," she said, smiling. "Thanks, Daniel. I'll be in closet, if you need me."

The phone rang and Betty answered it, and began writing furiously on her bright yellow memo pad. After watching, amused for a few minutes, Daniel finally turned and went back into his office. He sat down in his chair and laughed out loud when he noticed Betty, looking extremely frustrated, holding the phone out about a foot away from her ear as the person on the phone continued rambling on. Betty heard him and smiled as she shook her head.

Daniel rolled his eyes in sympathy and thought to himself, 'What would I do without her?'.