Similar to my last story, this one is also based on a movie, The Proposal! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

C.C. Babcock worked fast on her treadmill early one morning. She might be half way through her thirties, but she was going to be damn sure she stayed in shape, even if it meant getting up at the ungodly hour that was required for her to exercise, shower, and make her way through the busy New York traffic to the Sheffield mansion by 8 o'clock.

She raced down the street, briefcase in hand talking to one of Sheffield-Babcock production's writers, "Have you given thought to what we talked about, Frank?" She rolled her eyes brushing past a large group of tourists, "Of course I'm right, if you are looking to hit it big in this city, you have to get your work out there, even if that means going on a talk show… Oprah is not that bad!" She pushed a small child out of her way on the sidewalk outside the Sheffield's and climbed the steps.

She glided through the door as Niles stood by ready to take her coat and briefcase, "Hello, hello!" She said off to the side, still busy in conversation with the writer, "Frank, all A-class writers PUBLICIZE! You want me to tell you what you'll have in common with McCourt, Rousso.. yeah a Pulitzer!"

Niles walked into the dining room where Maxwell, Miss. Fine and the children were already seated, "Its here."

Maxwell looked up confused, "Sorry, old man, what is here?" C.C. picked that opportune moment to walk into the room, "C.C.! Good morning, ready to get started on some of the paperwork for our new production?"

"Yes, Maxwell, I was just on the phone with Frank, he agreed to go on Oprah." Maxwell's eyebrows went up, "Good work! I tried to talk to him for an hour about it." C.C. took a bite of egg and wondered why it tasted like soap, "Oh and PLEASE tell that Mercer girl to stop calling me asking for a position as your assistant! What the hell does she think I do?"

"C.C. the woman only wants a job, there is no need to be hateful about it. She told me you sent her papers from your lawyer with a restraining order against your phone number! I'll let her know we have no need for her help next time she calls."

In the office, C.C. was sitting on the leather green lounge couch when Niles came in, "Mister Sheffield, there is a woman on the phone for you and Miss Babcock", he intentionally left the name of the person out so C.C. would be forced into dealing with her, "Oh and Mister Sheffield, I just wanted to remind you that I'm going to be visiting my parents this weekend for my gammies 100th birthday.."

Maxwell shook his head yes and pushed the speakerphone button on the office phone. An angry voice came roaring out into the room from the small brown box, "YOU MURDEROUS BITCH!"

Three heads swiveled in C.C.'s direction as a cool, masked smile crept onto her face, "You can't put a restraining order on me just so you can look good to Mr. Sheffield because you are THREATENED by me, you are a MONSTER! Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of your office you feel like you can treat everyone else around you like garbage! You know what, I feel SORRY for you, because you know what you're going to have on your deathbed? Nothing and NO ONE!"

Niles eyes brightened, "Oh Miss Mercer, you're my hero!"

C.C. shot a look that could kill toward the butler, "Shut up Niles, listen carefully Mercer, I didn't put a restraining order on you because I'm threatened by you, I did it because you are psycho, incompetent, and would rather get into Maxwell's pants than earn a tony, so don't call again, or an officer will be at your door.."

Ms Mercer started to interrupt and C.C. put a quick stop, "Another word! And you'll be escorted out of that Park Avenue high-rise your daddy bought for you by two police officers.." The dial tone went blank and C.C. excused herself from the office leaving Maxwell and Niles in a state of shock.

Later that day the doorbell rang. Niles left to go answer it and came back a minute later, "Ah Miss. Babcock, a Mr. Remming is here asking for you, he is waiting in the living room for you."

"Alright, Rubbermaid, thank you." C.C. made her way into the living room followed by a certain nosy butler and nanny.

"Ah Miss. Babcock, it would seem you are one of the hardest people to contact! I'm George Remming with the Immigrant's bureau."

A look of concern crossed C.C.'s face, "And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Well Miss Babcock, it would seem that you had applied for your visa fifteen years ago when it was required that you submit the proper forms for your permanent stay here.."

Maxwell jumped in not understanding, "Visa? C.C., I thought you were born and raised here in New York?"

C.C. looked toward Maxwell, "Well my parents were going through a nasty divorce right before I was born and my mother left the country in her 9th month with me to Canada. I was technically born in Alberta," She turned back toward Mr. Remming, "What I don't understand is why there is a problem now! You people sent me a form when I was 18 allowing me to claim either Canada or the U.S. for citizenship!"

Shaking his head Mr. Remming continued, "Yes, but you never responded, and in those cases automatic citizenship is placed in the country of birth. You are a Canadian citizen living and working in the US without a visa! We've tried calling you numberous times. I'm sorry to inform you, but because of your lack of cooperation with us any application for a visa will be denied- you are being deported..you can reapply in two years."

C.C. felt her brain splitting in two and the next thing she knew she was face up on the floor with Niles, Maxwell, and Mr. Remming standing above her. She sat up faster than she should've and she found the world start spinning again. Niles grabbed her arm and steadied her, a look of concern on his face. "Miss Babcock, are you alright?"

"DEPORTED? Is this a joke? I'm not an immigrant, its Canada for crying outloud! I'm one of broadway's most influential producers!"

Maxwell patted her back soothingly, "Its alright C.C., you'll just help with paperwork from Canada for however long it takes to get your visa.."

Mr. Redding, scared for his life, chipped back in, "Well, actually unfortunately, if you're deported you can't work for an American company."

C.C. felt like she was going to pass out for the second time in a matter of two minutes, "So what in god's name is Sheffield-BABCOCK productions supposed to do for at least two years?"

Maxwell got a nervous look on his face, "Well I suppose I could hire Mercer, she does seem enthusiastic for the job.."

Fire raged in C.C.'s eyes, "MERCER? The woman who just called me a murderous bitch not two hours ago?"

"C.C., I don't know what else I'm supposed to do! You're being deported for 3 broadway seasons!"

C.C. brought a hand up to her brow, hoping that this was some sort of dream and the day would begin again. Maxwell felt terrible for her, "C.C., if there was any way to make this work I would do it but I just don't see any way.."

Niles came in from the kitchen, "Here, drink this."

"What?" C.C. turned toward him and looked at him. He looked almost as devastated for her as Max did. Niles snapped his fingers, handing her a glass of water, "Oh and I almost forgot, Ms. Winfrey's office called, they want to set up an appointment to see your writer about the play, I told them you were otherwise engaged.."

C.C. looked up and the wheels started turning in her head. She looked back and forth between Niles and Mr. Redding, "Uh, Mr. Redding, I understand the predicament that I am in, but there is something that uh.. there is something that you should know.." She stood up and started backing toward Niles, "Well, the thing is," she patted Niles on the lapel of his jacket, "We are uh, we're getting married."

Fran spit the water she had been drinking in her lap and Maxwell's eyes looked like they were about to bug out.

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