Prolog:

Bart Bass was standing in his office with a furious expression on his face, he held his son's monthly account details that were sent from the bank. He felt the blood boiling in his veins and a blow of weakness smacked him in his face.

"Charles!" He spat loudly and remembered he was calling his son in vain, since his son was living in the best suite of the Palace hotel, the hotel that Bart himself owns. Bart lifted his cellphone and dialed to his personal assistant – Jessica. "Jessica, my son had crossed another line, but this time – he is not going to get away with it so easily." Bart said firmly, he was sick and tired of his son's wasteful and ostentatious lifestyle.

"350,000 dollars! In one month!" Bart yelled frustrated as his assistant Jessica just stared at him overwhelmed. He waved the page in the air and then dropped it desperately on the big table. "This kid is doing nothing but running around with women, drinking and spending money on clothes and god knows what else. I'm not even including the Limo that takes him anywhere, anytime!" Bart yelled. "Are you going to talk to him?" Jessica asked carefully when she finally had the chance to say something.

"No, this time I am going to teach him a lesson by turning to his biggest weakness – women." Bart said viciously, he was determined to change his son's attitude for good. "I need a girl, a gorgeous girl. In his age exactly, I'm going to put her in his sight and she is going to change him." Bart said, thinking it over and over, the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that this is a good idea.

"I know you can deal with this Jessica." He said and lowered his sight to the pile of papers that were leaning there, waiting for his attention. "But, she cant be rich. Pick some girl that her parents are working from 9 to 5 and living in a small house. I want you to offer her a lot of money if she can make it. I want you to make sure he wont confuse her or make her fall in love with him. She has to have strong character." He ordered as Jessica stared at him confusedly, she honestly thought this was his craziest idea so far. But she had worked with Bart Bass for a while, and she already saw a few of his crazy ideas turning into millions.

"But what exactly does she have to do?" Jessica asked insecure. "Just bring her over, we'll see if she fits." He ordered and kept flipping the pages on his desk. Jessica nodded and headed towards the door. "And Jessica, please remember…Chuck had already slept with half of the Upper East Side girls, and I'm sure that statistic had rose a little since last night…she has to be special." He said, emphasizing his last words. Jessica stared at him blankly.

Bart sighed and tried to think in different directions. "Do you know Blair Waldorf? The brown haired daughter of Eleanor?" Jessica nodded, "And Serena? Lillian's daughter?" Jessica nodded again.

"She has to be the combination of both of them. Gorgeous, smart, manipulative, strong. She can't fall for the Bass charm and wealth, otherwise our work is going to be for nothing." He informed.

"I'm on it, sir." Jessica said immediately and walked out of his office, thinking how the hell she is going to do that.

In the meantime

Chuck Bass was lying in his luxurious suite on pale cream satin sheets, between two beautiful girls he was partying with last night. The sound of vibration on the low cabinet next to him was waking him up slowly. His cellphone was skipping on the hard wood, making an annoying sound you can not ignore. Chuck made his way out of the bed, quietly and slowly he reached for the phone to see the ID: Blair.

He has been avoiding her for a few days. He felt so guilty for not being able to change his habits that he preferred to tell her they were through. Blair used to be unreachable for him. She was Nate's future bride, and since they were best friends it made him excited. The whole thing went out of control that night when they left "Victrola". They were both drunk and let the passion take over them.

They were beautiful, rich and bold. The clothes came off without even thinking. Each one of them had his own reason. She was hurt, he…well, he was just…himself. And Chuck Bass never says no to an opportunity to get laid. He admired Blair's body, soul and image, but he knew it wasn't enough in order to make her happy, and to commit.

Finally, the phone stopped vibrating in Chuck's hand and he turned it off completely, throwing it on the couch. He lied back between the two girls and caressed their naked bodies, trying to erase Blair from his mind.

He closed his eyes and tried to think about nothing, a blank screen maybe. At that moment everything seemed lost, he saw himself ending up bitter, old and rich just like his father, he remembered Nate's sad words and suddenly they started to make a terrifying sense. He didn't know everything's gonna change soon. He had no clue about his father's little plan, and what he was getting for him…

1

Not A Working Girl

"On the newspaper it says "waitress", not a working girl!" a raging voice came out behind Bart's office door. "Hold on a second miss, if you'll just relax I can explain!" Jessica tried to calm the young woman down. "Here." Jessica said and took in a deep breath – opening the door for her. They were now standing at the opening of Bart Bass's splendid office. The young woman swallowed hard when she saw the honorable person standing there in his expensive suit, checking her out.

"I'm not doing this, no matter how rich he is." The young girl kept repeating angrily, blaming Jessica. "Would you just listen?" Bart cut her off, feeling awkward for talking like that to a girl who clearly has bad manners. "Sit down, please." He said, hinting her to take a seat infront of him, before his big wooden desk.

Jessica sat next to her and Bart Bass wasted no time. "Where are you from?" he asked. The young girl's pale blue eyes widened in surprise - "Not from this side of town." She said scornfully. Now he could really tell all the money didn't really speak to her. "What is your name?" He asked once more. "Violette." She replayed sharply. "You are not interested in being a part of our world?" Bart Bass asked doubtfully, testing her body language and her answer. "No, I don't, sir." She replayed simply and honestly.

"Why?" he asked, leaning his elbow on the table, examining her face from a closer position. "Because in your world, you ask people where they live, you ask them for their last name before you're even interested in their first name. So yes – my last name is pretty anonymous to everyone except my friends, and I'm fine with it." She answered directly.

"Perfect, you're hired." Bart informed and gave Jessica a small smile of satisfaction, he nodded, letting her know she did a good job. "I don't know what kind of a person you think I am…" Violette protested immediately and Bart cut her off once more: "We need someone smart, consistent, and wit who isn't willing to bend his own values for money. We just found this person." Bart replayed firmly.

"Doesn't sound like the regular standards for a hooker." She thought out loud and covered her mouth rapidly when she figured she said it out loud. Bart faked a smirk. "A hooker? No no…it's a special job. And I assure you, you'll be rewarded." He said mischievously and than turned to Jessica. "But first – take her with you. Buy everything she needs, designers' clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, make up, everything." Bart ordered and Jessica nodded and wrote it all down. Violette couldn't believe to what she was hearing.

"She'll stay in my hotel, and please…turn her into a lady. Chuck has to think she has a legacy, everybody has to." Bart said, looking thoughtful. "Wait, what do I need to do?" Violette's confused tune cut Bart's thoughts. "Just do it, and when you two are done – come back." he said and sent them away.

"What the hell was that?" Violette asked the moment they walked out of his office. "Mr. Bass is a very important man, when he offers you a job you take it – you don't ask questions." Jessica said firmly, annoyed by the girl's ungrateful tune.

Violette lowered her look and they walked out of the building. Infront the hotel was waiting a black Limousine, the driver was standing next to the last Limo door. Jessica stepped toward it naturally and turned when she noticed that Violette wasn't following her. "What's the matter?" Jessica asked instantly. "Were going shopping in this?" Violette asked shocked. "Yeah, he usually won't let me use the Limo, but I'm sure he'd allow this time, you know…for the special occasion. " Jessica winked and they got in.

"What exactly is your status here, if you don't mind me asking?" Violette asked, trying to sound polite. "I'm Mr. Bass's assistant."

"You can basically kidnap me right now." Violette said anxiously after a few minutes of driving. "Relax." Jessica giggled, "I'm just taking you to this chic store, all the Upper East beauties buy there." She reflected and tapped on Violette's shoulder.

The assistant and Violette walked across the whole center for designers' clothes and accessories. Their hands were loaded by the time they got back into the Limo. "This is great. But can you please tell me now what do I have to do?" Violette asked once more, not dazzled by the glamour. "Bart has a son." Jessica said clearly, shoving a few small bags of clothing and make up into a small cell next to their seats. "He is exactly at your age, you are going to be placed in his school, in his class. I'm assuming. He is a bum and his dad had enough of his attitude so he decided to try and teach him a lesson. This isn't the first try – don't get me wrong." Jessica paused for a moment to smirk and kept explaining. "His name is Charles but his friends call him Chuck. He is a hedonist lazy son of a bitch. But if you'll say I described him like that I'd deny." Jessica said anxiously.

Violette laughed. "Sounds like a prick." She replayed quietly. "Yeah, but you have to be an attractive lady in his eyes. That reminds me - Bart re-married. Chuck's mom died in his birth, but he married another woman – Lillian Van Der Woodson, Lilly. She has two children. Serena – you'll be in her class. And Eric, he's 15. They're Chuck's step brother and sister, kinda. Even though some say Chuck tried to hit on Serena a few times." Jessica said. "That's low." Violette said disgustfully, her stomach flipped.

"He slept with his best friend's girlfriend, and broke a few more records in low-life-ness. You should really prepare yourself mentally, Chuck Bass is…well, impossible." Jessica said and then became quiet, understanding she's not really helping to this whole situation.

"I'll introduce you to Serena. She's very nice and full of life. You'll get along just fine and you can learn from her a lot about the Upper East Side lifestyle." Jessica suggested, thinking it's a good idea and would help Violette fit in. Jessica's cellphone rang twice and she opened the text message. "You are Violette Vanderhall from now on, so it seems." Jessica announced and took a deep breath in. "I have a fake identity?" Violette asked shocked. "Your last name has to sound like a legacy. Welcome to the Upper East Side, girl." Jessica said and opened the Limo door. They were standing infront of the luxurious Plaza hotel. "Owner: Bart Bass and his family. This is your current resident." Jessica said, testing Violette's overwhelmed expression as she was staring ahead.