10:14 in the morning on a Thursday in September meant it was a regular workday, but at least the weekend was nearly here. And while the office of CatCo Worldwide Media was always busy, on this particular floor, several stories below the top, it was mostly quiet. Sure, there were cubicles filling nearly every space available... and the clicking of keyboards created a nice, soothing background type of white noise, and for the most part, it was a good place to get lost in hustle and bustle of monotony.

"Hey, David." Or not.

The man in question, David Livingston, blinked several times as he looked away from his monitor and smiled when he saw Candice from bookkeeping one floor above, leaning against his cubicle wall, two cups of Noonan's coffee in her hands.

"One of those for me?" He asked hopefully. Trying to get through this past week's memos was giving him a headache. Whoever said taking a vacation was worth the hassle of coming back to the office and getting caught up on what was missed should be forced to take a vacation themselves. And besides, the coffee maker on this floor sucked. The coffee always tasted burnt.

Candice smiled. "Of course." After handing him the cup from her left hand, she moved closer. "Listen... I just checked the HHA, and we've got a few things coming in. Ms. Grant has scheduled a 1:30 briefing for the Heads, so could you keep watch? She's got Kara jumping, which means I'll be covering the desk."

"Sure. Of course." David agreed immediately. Like anyone would ever not help out. "Any idea of what's coming in?"

"It's from SupG1rlno1Fann. They've been here before, so no vetting necessary. I think the codes were for one of Kara's sweaters and a piece of jewelry."

"Jewelry?" He asked. "Other than the necklace from her mother from Krypton, what jewelry?"

"I'm not sure. The message board is going crazy thinking about it. Supsup4657 started a whole thing about some photo James took where there's a glint of something on Supergirl's left wrist. The upstairs crew are betting on an earring. And then the big gossip... there was talk of Lena Luther finally proposing, but I never saw a ring." Candice paused. "Do Kryptonians even do rings?"

"No idea," David sighed. "But if it's important jewelry, we need to make it a priority to get it to her quick." He paused to take sip of his coffee. Candice did as well. "And if it is something important, we need to make a notation on the HHA."

"I'll try and have a word with Ms. Grant immediately after the afternoon meeting. If you get Kara's things before it lets out, can you also run interference so that Kara won't hear what we're discussing?"

"You got it. If I can't distract her, I'll put a message out on the HHA to come up with something." He chuckled. "Remember last time we put an All Call out on the HHA Board?"

Candice smiled. "That pizza place around the corner..."

"Vinnie's." David supplied.

"Right. Vinnie's called to say Kara had won ten free pizzas, but only if she could pick them up in the next ten minutes... losing one pie for every one minute she was late after the ten minutes was up? Oh, yeah. She got all ten pizzas."

"And she shared." He paused. "Well, she shared one."

"Alright." Candice finished her coffee and threw the now empty cup into David's wastebasket. "Let me know if anything more comes up... and make sure SupG1rlno1Fann gets the point credit on HHA. If the jewelry ends up being a big deal, they might get an immediate bump up from Ms. Grant."

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It was nearly four in the afternoon before the Department Head meeting let out.

To most of the denizens employed at CatCo, that meeting had been the most important thing happening, except to those few in the know. For what really, really mattered, it was a clandestine meeting between an unemployed college student and lowly office drone from a middle floor that would mean so much more for the safety and, more importantly, the sanity of possibly the most powerful individual on Earth. Sadly, however, the meet up was happening now, after said meeting.

"Are you Supergirl Number One Fan with two n's.". David asked.

The person he was talking to was a nice looking girl, late teens, with half of her head shaved bald. It was he could do to not say something, but she wasn't his daughter, thankfully. His little girl was most likely home from middle school right now... and with all of her head covered in blonde hair, not the bright purple he was looking at currently.

At his question, the teen nodded quickly. She lifted a backpack that was resting at her feet and quickly opened it, but not before glancing around to observe if anyone was too close by. There wasn't. This area of the CatCo lobby was intentionally left clear. Ms. Grant made sure to keep this particular HHA meeting place free and clear.

"Here." The young woman lifted out one of Kara's sweaters, a light grey in color, that was in a laundry bag. "It got something on it. I stopped by Wooten's from HHA to get it cleaned."

David accepted the garment. Initiative. He liked it. "Do you need reimbursement?"

"Nah. Old man there was cool. He's on the app, too. He said to remember him." A new contributor. David made a mental note to pass the message up the chain. Ms. Grant was sure to throw in some publicity, free of charge, to anyone that helped. And besides, with the contacts that could be made from joining HHA, cleaning this one sweater might mean the difference between success and failure.

"And this." His gaze was brought from the sweater to the girl's hands carefully cradling a bracelet.

A bracelet. That was like referring to Excalibur as a knife. It was exquisite, beyond anything he had ever seen, much less was about to touch. He wanted to spend days looking at it, to bask in the glory of it. Songs should be sung about this.

It was so amazing in its simplicity... but so complex that it beggared a master poet to describe it. The metal, platinum, or maybe something otherworldly, was in constant motion. It always caught the light even standing in the shadows as they were. No jewels. No fancy designs, but alive. And it was cool... cold, like it missed being on someone's wrist.

"Yeah. I couldn't speak either." She spoke into his dumbfoundedness. When he finally drew his attention away from the bracelet, she smiled. "It says 'My Love, Always, My Love' inside."

He nodded. Somebody definitely had game.

"Anyway," the purple headed teen continued. "I was walking to class this morning and the bracelet caught my eye. Found it and the sweater behind the Bubba-Gump Shrimp place near NCU. Got an alert on HHA that Supergirl was seen in the area saving some dude trying not to fall off a building. Figured it might be hers."

David was already nodding. "The sweater? Definitely. The bracelet? Well... probably, but if it is, you're the first to know about it."

"Sweet!" Her eyes lit up. "I wish I could meet her."

"We might be able to swing something. As Kara? Would that be okay?"

She was practically vibrating. "Yes, please, yes. Oh my god! This is so cool. What's she like? Is it fun working with her? Can I talk to her?"

He cut her off as quick as he could. "Hold on. Okay?" David waited as she calmed down. "What's your name?"

"Hillary. Hillary Mason."

"Okay, Hillary, here's how it goes. First, how long have you been a part of the Hero Helpers Application?"

"Six months."

"And your rank?"

"Seventeen."

At her answer, David knew his eyebrows were in his hairline (not receding, thank you very much.). A seventeen after six months was unheard of. He'd been brought in fairly quick, ground floor, and he was only a twenty-five.

He didn't even have to ask. She offered.

"I know. Crazy, right? My BFF for life, Chloe, is the little sister of Alex Danvers' roommate in college. It gave her an in to all things crazy and impossible about Kara. And when Supergirl showed up on the scene, Chloe clued me in about the possibilities."

David was nodding along to keep the story going.

"So, when CatCo started the Super Spotter Application... there was no way we weren't going to get on it. And it wasn't long before we got invited to beta test the first version of Hero Helper." She gushed for a moment. "To be able to help out a real life superhero? Who wouldn't jump at it? I mean, it was fun being all, so, super secretive about it, but come on... Kara is, like, the absolute worst at keeping a secret. We all had to do our part to help her out."

"But six months?"

Hillary smiled. "You can't be invited if you don't live here. I moved here for school six months ago. Once I got my local mailing address, the link from Super Spotter to Hero Helper went active."

David grinned at her answer.

The Hero Help Application, or HHA (as most referred to it), was the most downloaded "invitation only" app in the L-Phone's history. At current count, nearly three quarters of National City were linked in, with nearly half of that number approved for knowing the Kara Danvers/Supergirl secret. It was probably the most widely known secret in the world, that Cat Grant's personal assistant was secretly Supergirl.

The Super Spotter app started it all with CatCo providing a forum that allowed photos and stories and sound bites dedicated to the young super heroine a place to all come together, while under the watchful eye of it founder. To entice others, the SSA offered exclusive content, never before seen close ups of their focus, plus first hand accounts from those that knew her. It was an immediate hit.

Hero Helper came after Ms. Grant weeded out a few outstanding participants that seemed to be catching on to Supergirl's secret identity, and showed a willingness to help the young woman out.

"So, my name is David Livingston. While I know Kara, I don't normally interact with her on a daily basis." Hillary began to frown. "But, I am a part of the CatCo HHA crew, so I have a few avenues to offer.

"Give me a minute to make a call or two, and then we'll get you going. Do you have anywhere to be?"

She smiled in a way that David thought Supergirl might get a recharge from it. "Totally free. My plans are all about looking for part time work. Know anybody hiring?"

Nodding, David pulled his L-Phone from his pocket and quickly dialed. Candice picked up immediately.

"Any trouble?"

He laughed. "None. We've got a Rank Seventeen. I recommend a jump to twenty." He ignored her soft gasp. "The bracelet is a Level One. I don't know what it is, but it's up there with the super suit. Maybe more."

"It's more." Candice offered. "I'm in with Ms. Grant right now. Lena did propose. Kryptonians exchange bracelets. Not rings. That one was made for Lena. Kara's wearing hers."

"Okay." He took a breath and looked at the teen. Maybe twenty wasn't high enough. "Fan with two n's wants to meet Kara. Do we have any ideas?"

"Hold on for a sec...". David listened while Candice brought Ms. Grant up to speed. "David? Are you there?

"Still here."

"Ms. Grant wants to meet her, too. Bring her up right now. Story will be she's being interviewed as a part time babysitter for Carter."

He glanced over to where Hillary was trying to not seem to be listening to him talk. "Has she seen..."

Candice interrupted him, thankfully. "We see you on the monitors. Ms. Grant says she's fine."

"Alright. We're on our way up."

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"Oh em gee! Ms. Grant. It is such an honor."

The woman in question, currently sporting a smile that screamed bemusement, stood as David and Hillary walked into her office.

"No, my dear. Hillary, is it? The honor is mine. It's so nice to meet you. Would you like to sit down?"

The purple haired girl seemed to almost run out of steam. "Please." At Ms. Grant's gesture, Hillary collapsed onto the white couch she was indicated towards. David watched as she closed her eyes and leaned back almost bonelessly. It was apparently what every teen could do and did, because every adult in the room smiled.

"Not how you expected your day to go?"

At Ms. Grant's inquiry, the object of everyone's gaze blinked and sat up. "Not at all. I'm trying not to freak out. I'm going to meet...". She looked around the room. "Her."

"You are."

Pulling her attention away from the college student, she gestured towards Candice and then looked at him. Daniel? Camille? Can you sort out Kara's belongings, please."

Ignoring how Ms. Grant mangled his and Candice's names... again... he quickly opened the Wooten's bag and left the office. Looking around the room, no one was paying him any obvious attention (not that it mattered. Everyone on Cat Grant's floor was an HHA member), so he pulled Kara's desk chair out and draped it carefully on the back. He then gently placed that oh so marvelous bracelet into said sweater's left pocket.

Candice smiled at the brief glimpse of the jewelry. She then sat in the chair, making sure to knock the sweater to the floor.

"Where's Kara?"

At his question, she looked up. "Alex Danvers called. Needed some sisterly advice regarding Detective Sawyer."

"HHA contacted Alex?"

Candice giggled. "Nope. Lucky accident." She turned to look into Ms. Grant's office to see their boss conversing with the apparently new Rank Twenty HHA member." Kara should be arriving back in a moment and able to meet Carter's new weekend babysitter."

"She's actually interviewing her?" He asked, surprised.

"Of course." Candice waved her hand. "An untapped HHA over Rank Fifteen? That we missed?"

"True."

David would have said more, but the elevator chose that moment to open, revealing a very distraught Kara Danvers. Without thought, David asked Candice who the kid in Ms. Grant's office was, as Kara joined them.

"Mr. Livingston. It's not my place to inform you of who Ms. Grant chooses to meet with. And as I have already stated, you need to make an appointment if..." Candice glanced over his shoulder. "Oh. Kara. Back already?"

The blonde fiddled with her glasses. "Thanks, Candice, for keeping watch. Hi, David. Have either of you seen..."

It was apparently at that moment when Kara saw her sweater on the floor behind where Candice was sitting. In what was easily superhuman speed, the young woman dove for the material, clutching in her hands, while reaching into one of the pockets.

David felt his heart lift. Kara seemed to relax and her eyes glistened with unshed tears at finding the bracelet.

"Is everything okay, Kara?"

Kara nodded towards Candice. "I r-really, uhm, well... my sis-sister gave me this sweater."

Any response David or Candice might have offered went unspoken, as Ms. Grant decided then and there to join the subterfuge.

"Keira!"

Kara jumped, never releasing the sweater, as she moved quickly towards the office. "Yes, Ms. Grant?"

David smiled towards Candice. Another job well done. Seeing that neither of them were needed anymore, each started towards the elevator, each to their own floor. Candice to bookkeeping, and he to his own small cubicle maintaining CatCo online applications.

As he waited for the elevator doors to open, he glanced back to watch the ending to what started out as another Thursday in the life of a CatCo employee.

"Keira, meet Hillary Mason. She's Carter's new babysitter on weekends. I need you to take her information down. You and she will need to be able to contact one another in case I can't be reached."

Kara was quickly tapping away at her always present L-Pad, while Hillary looked like her birthday and Christmas had all decided to visit her today... all hand delivered by Supergirl.

"How's that sound, Haley?"