I'm back! I had every intention of letting my other story be the only one that I was going to put up on here but I guess I changed my mind. I honestly have no idea where this story is heading, I am just kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this. Hope some of you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Big Time Rush.

UGH! Why can't I find anything! This is getting really frustrating! I graduated college two months ago. All my professors have written amazing recommendations for me, however every single freaking interview I go on they tell me I am either over qualified or do not have enough real work experience! Which is total bullshit! I have been working since I was fifteen and all my former bosses have also had wonderful things to say about me. I just don't get it!

I walked down the street until I finally made it to my apartment that I share with my boyfriend of three years. I slammed the door shut behind me causing the man on the couch to jump and turn to look at me.

He smiled at me but seeing my face it immediately faded, "Didn't go well?"

"No! They said that even though on paper I looked great that I was not a good fit for the company! What the hell does that mean?" I vented as I slumped on the couch beside him.

I felt his eyes trace over my body. "Which interview was this again?" he asked, I looked at him confused as to why that really mattered.

"At that fashion magazine. Why?"

"Well, Ivy, no offence but you really aren't actually a girl when it come to fashion." I looked at him, what the heck!

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked standing infront of him with my hands on my hips. I glanced down at my outfit. Classic black pants, black dress boots, and a purple button up blouse. I thought it was perfectly acceptable attire for a job interview.

"Well, sweetie, let's face it. You're more one of the guys than a super model. You also are not the smallest girl around. I mean sure you look nice when you clean up a bit but those people are fashion experts they probably saw right through that whole outfit." Tyler said. I just stared at him.

"I can't believe you just said that. You are an ass." I said and went into out bedroom before I did or said something that I would immediately regret. I made sure to lock the door behind me, I could hear him pathetically trying to talk to me through the door but I refused to respond.

I immediately started looking on my laptop to try to find something else. I searched for a little while before stopped on one of the local newspapers websites. I was looking through the want ads when one caught my attention. I clinked the link to read the entire article. I noticed that it had just been posted this morning,

Assistant needed for recently started new business.

Business degree required.

Job description includes: Preparing presentations, arranging meetings,

answering phones, filing, and other office duties.

It didn't say what kind of business it was but at this point it really didn't matter. I found the number and quickly dialed the number. It rang about three times before a man's voice finally answered. "Rush Sports. How may I help you?"

Sports? huh, "Hello, my name is Ivy Hart, I read the ad that was in the paper that said that the business needed someone with a business degree for an assistant position. I was wondering if that job is still open."

"It is. Do you have a business degree?"

"Yes, sir. I graduated two months ago. I would love to have an interview."

"Can you come down today?" I almost squealed but was able to control myself.

"I can. Whenever is good for you." We talked for a few more minutes and gave me the address to the office. I got off the phone and headed into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and it was then that everything that Tyler had said earlier hit me. He had a point. I am more of one of the guys and don't always put in a lot of effort in my appearance but I did when it was something like a job interview or when I needed to impress people. No, I wasn't a skinny bitch. I have meat on my bones what of it? I got to thinking if he thinks this way why is he even with me? I noticed tears starting to form but I quickly shook them off. I have a job to get! I left the bathroom, grabbed my bag with my resume then continued out into the living room.

"Babe, you know that I didn't mean what I said. I mean I did but I" I put my hand up.

"Save it. I have an interview to get to. I'll be home later. Maybe." I said and walked past him towards the door. I was almost out of the door before his hand wrapped harshly around my wrist causing me to turn towards him. The pressure he was using causing me to wince.

"That's not funny." His voice was harsh. Shit, I pissed him off. He let of of my wrist and I quietly apologized before walking out of the door. I kept rubbing my wrist praying that a bruise would not form yet. About ten minutes later I pulled up to the address that the man had given me.

I walked in, and the office building was small but nice. There was a man there. He looked in his mid 20's. I had to admit he was nice looking. When he saw me entire he smiled and walked towards me. "You must be Mrs. Hart." I nodded and extended his hand towards me. I took it in mine, "I'm Kendall Knight. We spoke on the phone. I am one of the co-owners. Please follow me."

I followed him into a hallway then was led into what looked like a meeting room. There in the room were three other men. All looked about the same age as Mr. Knight. "Ivy, these are my business partners. This is Logan Mitchel, James Diamond, and Carlos Garcia." I shook each of their hands as they were introduced. We all sat down and they began interviewing me. I showed them my references and all of my past work experience. They all seemed very impressed. They were very laid back guys and I knew that I wanted the job when they started telling me more about the business. They are selling sports equipment and creating their own designs. I absolutely love sports. They are focusing mainly on hockey gear like sticks, pucks, helmets things like that however they are also working on baseball equipment which really interested me because I absolutely adore baseball. When they said baseball, I immediately lit up and started a full out baseball conversation. It was about an hour later when I noticed the four of them talking quickly among themselves.

"So, Ivy. You are extremely qualified and seem to be just the type of person that we are looking for to help us run the business successfully. We would like to offer you the job." Logan spoke. I knew I must have been grinning like an idiot but I couldn't help it!

"Thank you all so much! This is absolutely amazing! Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" I started shaking all of their hands. Kendall being the last one. When our hands touched I had to fight a blush for some strange reason. I noticed his eyes were on my wrist. I looked at it and just then realized that I was infact bruised and you could clearly see that it was finger prints. Shit. "Well anyways, I really need to get going but once again thank you so much and I promised I will do the best job I possibly can for you!"

"We have absolute faith in you. You can start next week. See you then" Kendall smiled, however I could tell that there was something behind his smile but I let it go and gave them all one last smile before leaving the office.