A/N: Thank you all for your reviews. I hope I live up to your expectations. Anyways, now most of this chapter (the part in first person) is in C.C.'s point a view. So read, love and review.
I wasn't the same C.C. you know now. I had brown hair that fell to the middle of my back, and I wore a pair of black thick framed glasses. There I was on the doorstep of the Sheffield mansion for an interview. I nervously rang the doorbell and man with dazzling blue eyes and golden brown hair opened the door. "Hello, hello," I said controlling my voice in order to hide my fear. "I'm C.C. Babcock, and I'm here for a job interview with Maxwell Sheffield." As he took my long red coat, Sara rushed downstairs.
"C.C., darling," She greeted her hazel eyes twinkling. Her short blonde hair and perfect pearly smile seemed brighter in the mansion than when we graduated from NYU. "You look fabulous. I'm so glad you considered our offer." She placed her delicate hands on the man's shoulder as he seemed to be examining me. "This is Niles, our butler, but he's like a brother to my darling Maxwell. You and Niles are going to love each other." Before I could say anything, Maxwell Sheffield entered the room as he heard his wife rambling.
The tall man with jet black hair adjusted his tie. Sara grabbed my hand before dragging me in front of her husband and winked at me. "Hello, I'm C.C. Babcock," I introduced myself unsure if he remembered me as being one of Sara's bridesmaids. I pulled out my hand as the man quickly shook mine as he grinned at his wife.
"Yes, I remember. You're Sara's best friend," he said warmly, "Well, let's go to the office, and see if you're qualified to work for me." Before I knew it, I was sitting on the leather green loveseat being question about my education and what I learned from my father and his work. Of course, growing up as a socialite, I knew all the right people and who had money and was willing to spend money. Finally, he announced that I had the job as his secretary and that I needed to be at the mansion at eight a.m., Monday morning.
I stood up from the couch and shook his hand graciously. "Thank you, Mr. Sheffield. You won't regret this decision, I promise." I happily left the door; however, Niles had been listening by the door. Opening the wooden door, the door slammed on the poor man's face. Sara had been leaning against the wall across the door, eagerly awaiting results.
"So?" she asked taking my hands in hers. Her pleading hazel eyesat bore into mine as a smirk formed on my face.
"What do you think?" I replied with a smile that indicated that I got the job. Sara embraced me in a hug before emmitting a squeal of joy.
"Then you must stay for dinner," Sara insisted as she pulled me into the living room. Niles followed and watched us sit down on the cream colored couch.
"I couldn't," I replied modestly.
"Shall I leave her food in a bowl outside or on the floor?" Niles asked sarcastically. Normally, I would have been offended if someone insulted me like that, but I felt my competitive side arise. I crossed my legs and smirked as I watched the confidence slip off his face. As his nervousness became more apparent, my confidence rose. He was like a boy that was mean to a girl because he felt intimidated by some difference.
"That's rich coming from you, janitor shaped like a drum," I growled. Although he isn't fat now, he was at least fifty pounds heavier when I met him. As I excused myself to the bathroom, I noticed Sara was giggling and Niles's jaw hit the floor. I figured he didn't expect my rapier wit to come out in the first hour of knowing me.
"You've got to be kidding me," I heard his baritone voice say in disbelief. I bit my bottom lip to hide my smile, but they couldn't see my face with my backed turned anyways. I found the bathroom and turned on the light.
"I told you, you were going to love her," I heard Sara reply before I closed the door to the bathroom.
Although Niles didn't usually eat with the married Sheffield couple, Sara insisted that he eat with us. As I ate my salad, I observed the relationship between my best friend and the producer. He was attentive to her, and her eyes were constantly meeting his. They shared smiles and laughs; thus, giving me hope in finding a man that I could do that with. Sara stood up, and Niles and I nervously looked at one another. "Today has brought us wonderful things," she announced as if she was starting a speech, "C.C. now works for my darling husband, and I have big news. I'm pregnant!" Maxwell leapt out of his seat to kiss his wife firmly on the lips and give her a huge hug.
"Oh, this is the happiest day of my life!" Niles gushed earning an appreciative glance from the couple. That's when I knew him being a butler didn't matter to me. His vibrant personality and loyalty made him more interesting than the boring, stuffy butlers my mother used to hire. Needless to say, I was intrigued.
"Congratulations," I said knowing Sara was going to be a fantastic mother.
Fran's voice rang through the kitchen, "So was it love at first sight?" Her head laid in her hands and her elbows were pressed to the kitchen table. Her bright brown eyes glistened with delight and interest.
C.C. shook her head before chuckling. "Not that I am aware of, but I was definately interested." She looked down at her feather duster and smiled as she remembered how she fell for her butler boy.
"Tell me, how ya' fell for him," Fran squeaked intrigued by the unusual love story.
C.C. leaned against the back of the chair. "I'm getting there, but there are events that took place before that."
"Like what?" Fran snorted as Maxwell Sheffield entered the kitchen. He began scouring the room for tea bags. Without Niles to brew him a fresh cup of tea, he had to locate tea bags and boil water. Neither of which, he ever had to do for himself ever. "I got it, Mr. Sheffield," Fran said getting out her chair and got the tea bags out of the pantry.
Maxwell muttered, "Thank you, Miss Fine" before he left the kitchen. He didn't notice that C.C. was in the kitchen and he might have interrupted the conversation between the two women. Once Fran put water in the kettle and started the stove, she took her seat by Miss Babcock.
The blonde woman smirked as Fran beckoned her to continue her story. "Well,he got my coat as I was about to leave, he told me not to suck his blood in the middle of the night, and I retorted that his blood probably tasted like clorox. Between his laugh and his boyish grin, our zinger began, and he loved our little game."
