Chapter One: Sticky Notes

Ok, so bare with me people. This is, like, the second story I'm writing on here, so this probably sucks for the first chapter. And I know there isn't any CHAIR interaction, but I had to give you a little of Blair's history in the business. I promise more CHAIR next chapter.

PLEASE R&R! I love it when I get lots of reviews that tell me 'oh I loved this part' or 'this sucks!'…not that anyone has said that. But if you want me to do something different in upcoming chapters, or something just doesn't make sense, lemme know. That's why I'm here and I exist.

Haha, well, go on! Read the damn thing!

"Mason Abbot's office, Blair Waldorf speaking"

Ok, she wasn't exactly the secretary for Mason, but she had felt a little bad for the blond who had been stuck sitting at the desk all day without a break, so she had volunteered to watch the desk for ten minutes.

That happened about, oh, a half hour ago.

"Tell Mason that Williams got moved to another district, so we need someone to cover the case ASAP." The voice at the other end said before Blair was greeted with dial tone. It must suck to be a secretary and have no one to talk to. At least at her desk, she could bother the people around her when she was bored.

But she sighed anyways and wrote down the message on a pink sticky note. This secretary was obsessed with the colors pink and orange, considering that the whole desk was covered with pink and orange. It reminded her of a starburst box. And this blond bimbo should know that purple was the new pink. It was obvious to anyone if they read a simple fashion magazine in the last month.

Blair, though, was always ahead of the fashion curve, obvious to anyone who saw her walk into work with the purple Stella McCartney dress today. That was what she got for growing up with world renowned fashion designer, Eleanor Waldorf.

But her family connections were not important in the current business Blair was in. She was part of the secret service and had just finished up her last case. No one had died, and Blair hadn't got shot, they just replaced her. After all, the DA couldn't afford the people they were protecting know that there was more then just one or two body guards following them around. That would defeat the purpose of the secret part in secret service.

It was a tiring job, but what job wasn't? And it wasn't what Blair planned to do with her whole life, she wanted to be a lawyer, but she made a decent amount of cash and to the people in the office, she wasn't Eleanor Waldorf's daughter. She was Blair Waldorf: top agent, and that said a lot…and would be a good thing to put on an application to another job. Right?

Not only was Blair an agent, she was also attending NYU full time, which meant that her friendship with Serena van der Woodsen survived through phone calls, emails, texts, IM, and an outing that happened at least once a month. But Serena supported Blair's job, even though she probably worried about her more then her own mother did.

The door to the office behind Blair opened, and she turned around, meeting Mason Abbot's blue eyes. He had been working here for the last fifteen years, and no one still knew how old Mason was. He looked like he could be in his thirties, but everyone knew that was pretty impossible. Mason smiled at Blair, trying to distract her from the blond secretary who was coming out of his office. Like she didn't guess that was where the blond had gone.

"Oh Mary," Blair said, and the blond looked at the brunette sheepishly "Your doctor called about the prescription that you need to pick up. Herpes, I think she said." The blond, Mary, gaped at the brunette as Blair picked up her belongings from the desk.

How could someone be so mean? Well, they were messing with Blair Waldorf. And Mary not only made Blair late to see Mason, she had lied. And there needed to be some sort of punishment for lying to Blair Waldorf.

Mason rolled his eyes, not believing Blair for a minute. He was used to her. But just to be on the safe side, he'd be calling his doctor for an immediate appointment. "Well, Ms. Waldorf, I hope I haven't kept you waiting for long."

"Only for thirty minutes more then I anticipated," Blair replied, grabbing the pink sticky note that she had just filled out and stuck it on Mason's bald head. "Happy Birthday" she said and brushed past him into the office.

Mason smiled at Mary before reading the note. Williams got transferred? That meant he needed to get another agent on Number Four soon. His eyes drifted to where Blair had just been standing. He was supposed to be telling her today that she was getting transferred to California to protect Lindsay Lohan. Or was it Paris Hilton? It didn't matter. He could always tell Roberts that they needed her in California.

Blair Waldorf was one of a kind and they needed someone like her in New York City. And if that meant she was needed to protect one of the richest men in New York City, then so be it.

He closed the door gently behind her, before traveling to the other side of his desk and sat down. "Waldorf, take a seat." Blair ignored him, of course, and stood behind one of the seats. Who knew that had just gone on in those seats for god sake? "We need to talk about your new line of duty." He snorted.

Oh yeah, and Mason thought that saying 'duty' was hilarious. Like when he said, 'you need to go do your duty' and stuff like that.

"I was originally supposed to transfer you to California to guard one of the pop princesses, but there has been a change of plans."

Haha, told you it was all about Blair. But CHAIR in the next chapter, I promise! And I don't break promises. Updating won't be, like, every day like some authors cause I have school and stuff, and it takes me FOREVER to be happy with a chapter, but I'll try to work enough to satisfy your needs.

Love it, hate it? Lemme know.

-Jessie