Due to the extreme length of Ch2 I am breaking it down in to two possible three parts.

I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing and reading it.

Chapter 2

The helicopter shook and shuddered, causing Simon to practically jump out of his skin and he was thrust out of his flash back.

"Is everything alright?" he asked in a somewhat dazed and in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, we're experiencing a little turbulence from the winds in the east." the pilot responded.

"Oh ok, I just thought something might have been wrong that's all." Simon replied starting to feel his pulse slow down and his adrenaline dissipating. "How much longer until we reach the docks?" Simon asked longingly.

"It will take at least 30 to 45 more minutes with this strong head wind." The pilot said.

"Oh that's great" Simon said sarcastically.

"I can't help it you decided not to use your jet booster helicopter, and I can only push the limit so far for so long lest we end up in an early grave!" the pilot said with an edgy tone of voice.

"Actually I am not blaming you I am just remembering why it took me so long to get to the helicopter," as Simon said it he remembered Alvin's extremely long rant of the break up and what not. "I had to talk to a guy by the name of Alvin who went on for two hours about how his band breaking up and how he could never get them back together. But when I told him I would pay them $10 million bucks he said that he would do it." Simon said with an evil little smirk on his face.

The pilot knew Simon personally, "So when and how do you plan on accepting Alvin's pleading and begging?"

"Well to tell you the truth I would love to tell Alvin who I really am but if I did that then he black mail me in order to keep my secret," Simon said knowing just how Alvin's greedy little mind worked. "He is so conceited that he would sell his own brother(s) down the drain if it weren't for the fact that he needed us and had a soft spot on his icy cold, black hole of a heart!" Simon said reaching a climax in voice towards the end.

"Well it was a good thing that you guys broke up then, because you are the most powerful business man in the world right now." The pilot said trying to derail Simon from his obvious sudden enragement towards his brother.

"I suppose your right; after all I made a name for myself and proved that a geek was better at running a business than anyone else." Simon said with confidence.

"We will be there within 30 minutes." the pilot called back to Simon.

Simon was relieved that he was able to vent, he was under a lot of pressure and stress from the media to make a public appearance. Which he refused because he lived a double life. No, he didn't have a double standard; as a matter of fact he did so because he wanted to interact with everyday "common" people and a man in his position couldn't do that because they would treat him differently. Rather than a friend they would ask for money, involve him in a scandal or try to seek fame. He wanted to seem like a lonely nobody and not to be concerned about anyone trying to harass him, because people would make a big deal about it so they look good to the public. Simon wasn't one to make a scene and for the most part longed to live a quasi normal life despite the fact that he was a multi-billionaire. He had a quaint little home in a semi uptown part of the city. It was a two story home with an indoor garage where he kept his car, and lawn tools. He enjoyed mowing his own lawn; it helped him to forget about all the stresses that came with being the owner and operator of the largest company in the United States and maybe the entire world.

His neighbors never suspected a thing, when they greeted him to the neighborhood he told them that he was a traveling salesman and was constantly on the road. They were very nice, offering to house sit for him if he ever needed it, which was a generous offer. The next door neighbors were always keeping him updated on what was going on within the neighborhood whenever they found out that he was at home. It was nice talking to someone who didn't treat him any differently than just a regular guy who works his butt off trying to make a living. They were always asking him if he had a girl friend and one day were so bold to ask if the reason why they never saw any girls coming to his house and asked if it was due to the fact that he was different. Simon said I can tell you for a matter of fact that I am just the same as every other guy in the world and I am attracted to the opposite gender. However I am so busy with my work that I never really have anytime to go looking for the perfect girl for me. Don't get me wrong I want to get married eventually however I want to make sure that I find the right girl for me.

With that thought Simon's mind jumped again back the day at the office when he told Jeanette that she was going to go on a date with him. Jeanette had no idea that Benjamin was in fact Simon, who she had a crush on since the 5th grade. Simon had also had a crush on her for the longest time this was the perfect excuse to get to talk to her and see how she was doing; as well he would get to know her a little better. After he saw her get into the limo he went out to the parking lot and got into his nice Porsche. He drove all the way to his mansion which was sitting on over 600 acres of land. When Simon arrived he got out of his car and walked causally to his room which was on the second floor. He hadn't been there in about a week, and felt like a stranger in his own home which shouldn't have.

The idea that he could feel strange and out of place at his own residence was hard to overcome. He believed the reason why he felt this way was because the people there treated him differently considering that they were working for. He had asked them to treat him as if he was there best friend and not to be so uptight; unfortunately for Simon this wasn't working out the way he had hoped.

In the meantime he had made his way up to flight of stairs and was in his bedroom. It was huge with a king sized bed, a splendid oak desk that was half the size of the bed. Yet it was very spacious, the purpose for this was he didn't want to feel pinned in and it also allowed him the flexibility to change things up a bit if he decided that he wanted a different look or furniture. There was a huge mirror that reached from the top of the room to the carpet; it was over ten feet tall and five feet wide. The incredible size allowed Simon to make sure he looked appropriate for whatever the occasion maybe. He opened a door and walked into his closet, which was about the size of a small room, and was lined with tons and tons of clothes. Simon wanted to look nice so he moved to the place where he kept his very best suits and shirts. He wanted to wear something that would help hide his real persona of Simon and keep her thinking that he was really Benjamin. He wanted to make it off balance from Simon's normal signature colors for concern that his ocean blue coloring scheme could give him away if he slipped up and showed her just how much he liked her. He chose a lime green shirt and a very nice deep solid black coat and pants, with a matching tie that had green and black circles intertwined. His shoes and socks were also solid black. After making sure that they would look good and not clash he went to the connecting bathroom to take a very very long bath to freshen up before the big event.

Poor Jeanette was about to drop from exhaustion, she had been to so many stores within the last two hours it dwarfed her wardrobe. As if that wasn't bad enough she had tried on more clothes than her older sister Brittany owned when they were teenager's.

"Can we please stop?" Jeanette said in a very tired pleading voice.

"No we still yet to find the perfect dress that will match what Benjamin is going to wear!" the stylist exclaimed, as she looked at the picture message that Simon had just sent her. "Oh great now we have to make her look like a watermelon"

"What?" cried Jeanette, somewhat concerned at what the designer had said.

"I didn't mean it like that, but Ben decided that he was going to wear a green shirt and a solid black suit." Replied the stylist.

"Oh I see that means we are going to be looking for a green dress that will match." Jeanette said. "I saw the perfect dress a couple of stores ago. Why don't I show you and see what you think about it?"

"Well at this point we need to find something fast, if we want to make it to the Salon to get your hair and finger nails done." The stylist said in a very stressed voice.

Jeanette found the dress and got the approval of the stylist, the dress was bought right there on the spot by the limo driver. She didn't even have time to change out the dress as she was grabbed by the hand and taken to the nearest beauty salon in the mall. This was the first time that Jeanette would have her nails painted since her band broke up some four or five years ago, but for some reason she could not seem to remember which it was. No matter she just sat back and relaxed as the salon staff began to fix up her hair until the stylist thought her new look would complement Jeanette's features and the dress. By the time everything was said and done the grand total for all of the clothes and the extreme makeover was $6,000 dollars, and Jeanette could not believe how much this was costing Benjamin.

"Are you sure that he doesn't mind spending this much for a one night event?" Jeanette asked concerned.

"Actually this is the first time that he has allowed me to deck out a girl that he was going to take to dinner," the stylist said, "if I didn't know any better I would have to say he likes you. A lot."

"Why would he like a person like me who has nothing?" Jeanette said with genuine curiosity, "He would be better off marrying a model or something."

"Well if only you knew him like I do." The stylist said recalling all the information that he had told her about this one girl he had a crush on. Then it dawned on her, this was the girl that he had been talking about. "I cannot tell you a whole lot about him because of a contract I signed, but I do know that he was not born into wealth. Even though I work for him I am not allowed to treat him like all of the other people."

They got into the limo which was heading towards Benjamin's mansion.

"What do you mean by that?" Asked Jeanette trying to understand what it was that the stylist was saying.

"In other words he is my best friend, we talk and act like friends, I am not allowed to call him sir, but by his real name which I am not allowed to tell you." The stylist said dying inside at the fact that she could not tell Jeanette that it was Simon who was really taking her out to dinner tonight.

"Well I suppose he's brain washed you!" Jeanette said harshly, "Because having money along with being famous cause's people to lose their minds and treat others poorly."

"Look Jeanette when you go out to dinner tonight I want you to ask him a bunch of questions and while you are at it take a good look into his eyes the first time he sees you this evening at his mansion." The stylist said softly and convincingly. "You promise me you will do that?"

"Ok I will, but I am sure he thinks I am an easy target." Jeanette said spitefully.

"I know for a fact that he has never messed around. Actually he has walked out on his dates if they are only interested in carnal pleasures after they finished whatever he had planned out." The stylist said trying to clear the air and protect Simon's reputation. "However you are not allowed to tell anyone that he has never had sex before!"

"Really, again you are always protecting him! Why?" Jeanette said fiercely.

"Well I suppose the reason is because unlike you I have had a change of heart. I used to think that was the case with all rich men, that is until I began to work for this anti-fashion, color clashing man." The stylist said. "He is so bad that I have to pre arranged what he is going to wear at least a day in advance. He tells me what it is that he feels like that evening and I arrange the clothes that he might want to wear."

"He kind of sounds like me, and I am a girl without a sense of fashion." Jeanette said laughingly.

"Well I must warn you if he likes you this will become a weekly occurrence, as he will continue to ask you out for the lamest reasons." The stylist said.

After she said that hey pulled into the long driveway that led to Ben's mansion. It was a gorgeous work of art, from the top of the roof all the way down to its very foundation. It was a creamy white color on the siding and a solid dark roof. It looked as if it was one large rock that was chipped out of a mountain. The design was mix of Queen Victorian and modern designs, but whoever designed it brought it all together to make it look one of a kind.

"So who designed this mansion?" Jeanette said very impressed.

"It was Benjamin." the driver reported.

"Wow he has a brilliant mind in order to pull this kind of master piece off." Jeanette said in amazement.

When the limo pulled up to the front door, the driver got out and opened the door for her. As Jeanette got out she happened to see the door opening, standing in the doorway was none other than Benjamin himself. She was amazed at how well he had cleaned up, it was not like he didn't look good before but the clothes he had on made him look different. He didn't look as tense or distracted as he had when she first encountered him that afternoon. But she was so entranced with him that she didn't catch the fact that Benjamin could not think since the moment he had laid eyes on her. He was completely dumbfounded as to how good she looked.

She wore the cutest looking dress that showed her shoulders and had a V shaped cut, but was not revealing at all. So far he liked what he saw and approved of his stylist's choice, he looked her over completely. Not in anyway provocatively but rather savoring this moment in time, for it had been a long time since he has last seen her as Simon Seville. He was trying his best not to look at her face directly, however his will power and longing to see how she had changed got the better of him. He looked directly at her face, the face of an angel. Simon pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming or dead. She had her hair down and the hair in the middle of her forehead was parted on either side. She was still wearing glasses, they were purple with different shades swirled together, making a dizzying pattern. Her blue eyes looked like precious gems of the highest quality. They stared at each other for what seemed like a second in time for it seemed that time slowed down, but in reality they had been staring at each other for five minutes.

"Would you like to come in?" Benjamin asked as he finally snapped out of his trance.

"Oh, I would love to." Jeanette responded hesitantly as she was snapped out of her world of thought.

When she entered into the house she was amazed at how modernized it was but how it still retained an old classical theme of the mid to late 1800's. There in the center off the house was the dominating structure of the stair case, it was made out of pure white granite with golden hand rails spiraling up to the next floor. She looked at the walls that were white, as well dominated by huge monitors as long as the wall itself and where placed at eye level to the middle of your waste.

"Ah, I see you like the décor of the house, and quite intrigued with the state of the art monitors along my walls no doubt." Benjamin said coolly.

"They are amazing!" She said impressed.

"What's even better than that is they are touch screens and you can even create a profile and whenever it detects you it will surf through your images as you go by it and it will follow you all over the place. I am working on the ability to detect your mood at any point and time and display how you are feeling." Benjamin said. "The reason why I am working on this is so that people cannot lie about how they are feeling and they can work it out."

"Wow, that's a great idea, I can see why you are so successful." Jeanette said a little down because she had a bunch of ideas that she had been working on but was to afraid to present them to anyone.

"Well I do believe that it is time to start heading out," Benjamin said as he looked down at his watch, "don't want to miss our spot at the restaurant."

As they got into a different limo they headed out to this fancy restaurant which would run a cheap date a hundred dollars or more.

"So how long have you been working for my company?" Benjamin asked trying to start a conversation.

"Only about a year or so, I was working for android for about two years prior." Jeanette said.

"So how did you wind up getting such a good job without much schooling and graduating high school?" Ben asked informatively.

"Well I suppose you already know a lot about me, but I taught myself how to program things and I am a very fast learner." She said.

They started going into extreme detail about programming and their personal preferences as to what programs they used to create computer language from one type to another. They were so involved arguing the pros and cons that they were taken completely by surprise when the driver opened the door of the car which was in front of the restaurant.

"Wow time flies when trying to prove your point!" Simon said excited. This was the first time some one had ever really argued a point with him with a passion not being afraid to offend him.

"I was expecting this conversation to be lame and that time would stand still!" Jeanette said a little shocked at the fact that she was actually starting to enjoy Benjamin's company.

As they got out of the limo Benjamin offered Jeanette his arm so that they could make a grand entrance. "I really hope you enjoy the food here, I have had the same thing here for a long time and it is always changing." Benjamin said trying to make her feel less awkward.

"Really? I would have thought it would be the same pretty much every time you ordered the same plate." Jeanette said curiously.

"I would have thought the same but I actually like it." Benjamin said. "It never gets boring and is perfect for those people who are to afraid to try something completely new."

"Well as long as it tastes good it really doesn't create a problem." Jeanette responded distantly, because she was getting caught up in the scenery of the restaurant.

The restaurant looked like it was set back in Mexico in an old building with gorgeous red's and yellows intertwining like dancers. It looked like you stepped back in time; the people were dressed sharp wearing their Sunday best and the girls were wearing some of the most beautiful dresses Jeanette had ever seen.

"Where would you like to sit?" Benjamin asked Jeanette.

"Well… I wouldn't mind sitting in a booth," Jeanette said as she was scanning the restaurant looking for the perfect spot, "what about over there near the kitchen where they are making the food?"

"That's a great idea!" Benjamin replied.

This restaurant had a glass window that allowed the customers watch the chief(s) prepare the food, and it was quite fun to watch.

"This is the first time that I have ever sat here watching them make food." Benjamin said amazed at how entertaining it was.

"I guess you never really make your own food because you hire cooks/chiefs to prepare you huge five course meals." Jeanette said, not harsh but it had that affect, but it was more of an inquisitive statement not meaning to be harsh.

Benjamin however did not know this and came across a little harsh saying "So you don't think I can cook is that it? Or are you trying to say that I am lazy and let other people cook for me while I enjoy a relaxed evening?"

"No I didn't it like that I was just trying to figure out what it was like to not have to worry about what you are going to make and how to make it on a daily basis." Jeanette said trying to back pedal.

"Oh ok, I get it. You never really had that luxury like I have." Benjamin said "Actually it is not all that it seems to be, I really don't get to choose the food that I am in the mood for."

"Oh that's terrible. Why is that?" Jeanette asked feeling a little bad that he had to eat whatever was cooked for that night.

"The reason why is because the chief has a limited range of cooking skills and only knows how to make a few dishes that I really like." Benjamin said rather sadly. "But that is what happens when you hire a French chief.

"Well at least you don't have to worry about burning stuff." Jeanette said humorously.

"Actually sometimes I wish the chief had burnt the food giving me an excuse to go out to a restaurant to get a decent meal." Benjamin said jokingly.

"It can't really be al that bad, can it?" asked Jeanette.

"Yes it can, try eating snails." Benjamin said grotesquely as a shiver ran down his spine at the thought.

"Yeah your right, I think you need to find yourself a new chief before you die of a heart attack from eating out all of the time." Jeanette said.

"Hello, may I take your order?" A young lady asked.

"I will take water and a bottle of your best wine, spare no expenses." Benjamin said. "I would also like to order the glass noodle stir-fry."

"I would like to order the creamy saffron risotto." Jeanette said.

As they were waiting for their food to come Benjamin was making small talk about the company and asking how the software was coming along. The wine had come and the waitress poured a little bit in each of their glasses. He learned that it was working great and that they were actually ahead of schedule but he couldn't understand why his reports didn't show the advance progress. It was at that time he learned about the new rules that punished being a head of schedule if they had a set back on the progress. He was outraged at that and he made it a point to put it into his cell phone to remind him to make sure he fixed that problem. After they had finished their second glass of wine the food arrived fresh out of the kitchen.

"The food is great," Jeanette said "I wouldn't mind eating here every so often but I would have to waste a lot of money for a good night."

"Well trust me it is great food but I am sure there are restaurants that serve food which is just as good if not better than this place for a 10th of the cost." Benjamin said in a somewhat hushed voice.

"You see I maybe rich but I am also frugal with my money, that's how I have been able to become rich, I see an opportunity to cut costs without cutting quality and harming my employees I do it." He said adding on to is last statement.

"Well I must say you have done a splendid job." Jeanette said in a sincere voice. "I just can't believe how good this food is."

"I always make sure the same cook is here when I come to eat at this place because the chef always seems to make it better than before." Benjamin said quite satisfied with the quality of food.

At that moment a waitress passed by "Um excuse me ma'am I would like to talk to the manager" Benjamin said "I have to talk to them about the food."

The waitress hurried off to find the manager. Within a few moments the manager came up to them and said "Is everything alright sir?" her voice showing concern.

"Yes I would like your permission to talk the cook who made this wonderful meal." He said.

"Sure thing, I will go and get her now." The manager said hurrying away.

A few moments later the manager was heading back with a slightly over weight young lady heading directly for Benjamin's table.

"You wanted to see me sir?" Asked the Chef. She was about Jeanette's age, no taller than 5'8" and was wearing a chef's uniform.

"Yes I did, I wanted to personally thank you and complement you on the food you prepared." Benjamin said. "I would like to know your name?"

"My name is Eleanor, and it's not very often people want to see me to give me a complement." She said gleaming.

"Well this is also going to be a first. I want to hire you at triple your salary and you get to live for free. The only set back is that you will have to live at my mansion and cook whatever you like however you would like to, as long as it is not spicy at all." Benjamin said looking eagerly.

"Well that sounds good but I really like my job here." Eleanor said conflicted "I love cooking and having free range would be totally awesome."

"What if I told you that you could have the best of both worlds. I am gone most of the time and when I am gone you could work here until I got back from my business trips. What do up think?" He said trying to sway her into cooking for him.

"Ok I will do that! You just got yourself a chef." Eleanor said almost shouting it.

"I am expecting you to make breakfast out at my mansion. I don't usually wake up till around ten due to the extremely late night conference calls that I have to make around the world. So if you could have breakfast ready around ten thirty that would be great." He said handing her a card with his home address on it.

"Ok I will see you there." Eleanor said and headed back to the kitchen.

After the meal and the conversation with his soon to be new cook Benjamin realized that Jeanette wasn't looking to well.

"Is everything ok?" Benjamin asked in a hushed tone of voice.

"I don't feel so good; I have no idea what why though?" Jeanette said a little off pitch.

After Benjamin paid the bill they got up to leave, being the gentleman Benjamin was he went behind her seat to help her out. As she tried to stand he saw that Jeanette was going to lose her balance and make herself look like a fool. Not wanting that Benjamin quickly grabbed her arm and stabilized her, she was a little tipsy as he walked out the front of the restaurant.

While they were enjoying their meal Benjamin's driver had brought his truck to the restaurant. Benjamin was planning on taking Jeanette to go and see a beautiful sunset while seeing the stars fill the night. That required him to drive through some back country and a limo just could not do that. However it was apparent that there was going to be a change in plans, due to the fact that Jeanette was a little out of it.

Once in the truck heading away from where they had just eaten, Benjamin asked Jeanette "Have you ever been drunk?" trying to figure out if she knew why she was feeling like this.

"Actually I have never touched liquor or alcohol in my life." Jeanette said, her words slightly slurred.

"Well one thing is for sure, your body either has a terrible time reacting to it or you just enjoyed a little too much wine tonight." Benjamin said thinking back to the first time he had ever had wine. It was such a shock for his body that he couldn't even remember what happened, and all he knew was he woke up in his mansion with a terrible hangover.

He looked over at Jeanette and saw that she was blushing and feeling extremely embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed, this happens to people who have never had wine." Benjamin said in a comforting voice.

"I guess so, but I can't believe that it had to happen while on a business dinner in front of my employer!" She said extremely embarrassed once more.

"Its alright with me, just so long as you don't make it a habit." Benjamin said, "Besides this is not embarrassing at all, let me tell you about my first time enjoying wine."

"Believe it or not it was at this exact same restaurant several years ago, I had one; just one glass of wine and let me tell you I do not remember anything after the first 30 minutes of being there. The next thing I know I wake up in my bedroom with an earth shattering, head splitting headache." Benjamin said. "I later came to find out it was a hangover."

"So what happened to you at the restaurant and the rest of that night?" Jeanette asked, feeling a little better about her situation.

"I don't know, no one ever told me what I did or said, I was told that I was nice, funny and relaxed. The problem was they never did tell me what it was that I said that made me funny and ironically the video tapes in my house "failed" to work that night." Benjamin said smirking.

"Wow and I thought I had something to worry …" as she was speaking she trailed off. "Oh no, I can't go home!"

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I live with a couple of roommates and they would never let me forget that I came back drunk." She said in a somber tone of voice.

"Oh, I know exactly what you are talking about, how about this; I take you to a hotel for the night all expenses paid for by me?" Benjamin said sincerely.

"I can't let you do that, it's not your fault." Jeanette said trying to change her mind. "I will just go in the house and go straight to bed."

"Well I won't let you do that! You see it is my fault that you are no longer sober." Benjamin said as he was arguing he turned the truck around, just before he turned into her subdivision.

"I guess I don't really have a choice, seeing that I can't go anywhere without someone to support me." Jeanette said with a yawn as she gave up fighting.

"Now your thinking straight, I will take you to a really nice hotel." Benjamin said… "Why don't you relax and take a nap?"

By the timeBenjamin finished saying that he heard snoring and knew that she was already asleep.

"Poor girl, you are not going to want to come into work for the next morning." Benjamin said under his breath.

Simon AKA Benjamin was driving the truck when an idea struck him, "Why would he take her to a hotel why not to his mansion?" It was further away but he too wanted to get a good night sleep. So he changed directions again.

He was taking the back roads because they were not as well lit and served a dual purpose; it allowed Jeanette to sleep without bothering her. If she happened to wake up the light would not blind her and cause her any ill affects.

Suddenly he slammed on the brakes, the steering wheel locked up; the brake pedal was jamming into his foot as he pushed it down with all of his might. The wheels squealed, the truck was shuddering and shaking as if it was a roller coaster.

What will happen?

Will they crash? What is it that caused Simon/Benjamin to lose control?

Will they have a roll over accident?

Find out in part two. It only gets better from here on.