Bass Monroe was not very happy about the idea of his manager's niece coming to work with them. Him and Miles had a good thing going and Bass didn't need some kid always walking around and messing everything up, especially if that kid was Rachel Matheson's daughter.

Today was the kid's first day, so to show Miles that he was still not on board with this idea whatsoever, when the alarm went off in the morning Bass just shut it off and rolled over before falling back asleep. Miles and his niece could wait. After all, wasn't getting your beauty sleep important for a model?

He woke up for a second time about an hour later to the sound of his phone ringing obnoxiously loudly. He made no effort to get up and after a few more rings the answering machine picked it up and Miles' voice sounded through the apartment.

"Bass, get your lazy ass out of bed. I really could not care less if you're still having your little temper tantrum about Charlie coming to work with me. If you aren't here in ten minutes, I will personally make you wish that you were never born."

He had to laugh a little at that.

"…I'm not kidding, Bass."

"…So your job is basically babysitting a grown man?" Charlie asked as Miles sighed loudly to himself while pocketing his cell phone.

"Pretty much, yeah," Miles agreed. "That's actually the most accurate description for it, actually."

A few more minutes passed and the photographer was getting more than a little aggravated over the fact that the model had yet to show up.

"Just give him five more minutes, he'll be here," Miles assured him.

"Fine. Five minutes, but one second over that and he may as well not show up at all."

Miles nodded and shot the photographer a weak smile. As soon as the other man turned to walk away, he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation as he repeated, mostly to himself, "He'll be here."

"Are you sure about that?" Charlie questioned. "I mean he's already over half an hour late. Is he always like this?"

"Not always. He usually isn't this late; he's just busy being a bit of a drama queen-"

As if that were his cue, Bass shoved the double doors of the entrance in and slowly walked through them.

He was decked out in a pair of jeans that cost more than most people's whole wardrobes did, a ridiculously overpriced black designer V- neck, his signature black leather jacket, and a pair of sunglasses which he removed and tucked into the neck of his shirt as he grinned across the room.

"I see what you mean about being a drama queen," Charlie responded with a smirk in her uncle's direction.

Bass headed straight towards where Miles was standing and blatantly looked Charlie up and down on his way over.

"So this is the niece?" He asked with a lopsided grin as he stopped in front of them. "Well I guess that she isn't a kid after all, is she Miles?" His gaze flickered over to his manager as he added on that last question.

Miles groaned loudly. Oh how he had been hoping that this wouldn't happen. This was why he had refrained from really giving Bass any information about Charlie. In fact, if he was being perfectly honest, Miles had been relieved when Bass had been so annoyed with the idea of Charlie coming to work with them.

"Just go get ready Bass," Miles said as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You're already so late that I was barely able to keep the shoot from getting cancelled."

Bass shrugged and shot one last lingering glance in Charlie's direction before he walked off.

Charlie very quickly found out that her job description basically entailed following Miles around and keeping him company while he complained about various things throughout the photo shoot. She wasn't overly far off in that assumption, since Miles mostly was just making work for her and figured that he would just give her odd jobs every once in a while so that she might not realize that he really did not need an assistant.

Later that day, after the shoot was over, Miles and Charlie were sitting in his office while he filled out paperwork and she repeatedly pointed out the fact that he should teach her how to fill out the paperwork for him instead of just having her as an assistant that does virtually nothing but stand around and watch him work.

"It's your first day on the job, kid. Don't be so eager," Miles told her. "Besides, you'd probably just mess the paperwork up."

"So then why am I even here?" Charlie questioned as she sat down on an empty corner of his desk.

"Because your mom was on your case about you being nineteen and not having a job and I'm the cool uncle," Miles responded with a slight grin.

"You're my only uncle," Charlie pointed out, swinging her legs back and forth as she spoke.

"Yeah, but why would you need another one when you've got me?" Miles questioned teasingly as he leaned back in his seat and dropped his pen back onto his desk.

Charlie was still stifling a laugh at that when Bass strolled into Miles' office with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a shirt which was definitely not the same one that he had started the day off in. This new shirt was a black button-up, although all of the buttons were undone and billowing out, with the sleeves rolled most of the way up his forearms.

As Charlie turned to look over her shoulder at him, Bass flopped down in the chair that was seated on the opposite side of the desk from Miles. His legs were splayed over Miles' just completed paperwork and closer to where Charlie was sitting than she might have preferred.

"Do you think that you could be, maybe a little less half-naked?" Miles questioned as he looked over at his friend.

"I'm a male model, it's pretty much my job to be half-naked," Bass retorted as he opened up the bottle. "Besides, I don't hear any complaints coming from Charlotte over here."

At that, Miles reached across the desk to grab the bottle away from Bass and take a long swig out of it.

"It's Charlie. And you also don't hear the oohing and ahhing from me that I'm sure you were hoping for," she responded, leaning her weight back on one arm as she rolled her eyes at him. "Or see the drooling that I'm so sure you've grown to expect."

Charlie's mom had warned her about Bass Monroe. Rachel had told her all about the conceited model who was nothing but bad news for all of those around him and so far he was just proving her right.

Miles grinned at Charlie's immunity to Bass's supposed charms, while Bass himself smirked a little in satisfaction. This could work… He liked a good challenge.

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