I faced myself in the mirror once again before making my way out. I could do this, I could so do this. Psh yeah right. My own step father was out there waiting for me to grace himself with my presence. God, even that doesn't sound right. What am I doing? No Elena snap out of it, you've been trusted with this now do your job!

Right! I'm so totally just gonna breeze through this, no harm, it'll be fine. He shouted out for me. Okay I'm so down for this. I got my game face on called out.

"Hey darlin' would you mind just shutting the lights down? I'm a little shy, especially around someone like you"

And with that the lights were down and the game was on

Sneeking out of the room to my own, I made sure that he wouldn't notice it was me. I felt happy that I actually did it. I'd keep it to myself for a while but I'm sure he'd figure it out. I'd tell him later if he didn't but it felt better to keep it to myself. But honestly, what a first. My oh my. I laughed to myself. I couldn't actually stop thinking about how good I felt. But oh yes, why does everything that starts of good always end up bad for me? I left my freaking purse in his room. And I know from that he'd know it was me. Or unless some other person what like stalking me or what not and decided it would be funny to buy the same purse and change their name to mine, which honestly, it could be true cause I know a lot of girls out there would love to be the 'stepdaughter' of the King of Pop.

And here he comes. Keep cool Elena. Be sassy and fassy, or whatever just do it.

"Uhmmm you left this?" he said in a small innocent voice.

I turned around. It was like a freaking unveiling. And if you saw the look on his face. My oh my! I was lucky I didn't burst out laughing like a freak show. And so I walked over, took it out of his hands and placed a small kiss on his lips. I think it was just to interegate him a bit but how was that not funny?

"You were great" I turned back around with an innocent smirk on my face. I don't know who he was more disappointed in or whether her just felt a crap load of guilt. I sure as hell didn't. I was damn proud!

I just saw him bang his head on the wall repeatedly, just saying to himself, no, no, no, no, no, no. Quite entertaining. Mother, Michael and myself were going to have breakfeast together for once since we never get anything to do together as family since 'Dad' has been out supporting his last album 'HIStory' and doing some soundtrack recording and editing on his next album 'Invicible' due out in about a year. He had the hotel shut down it's buffaet so we could enjoy something for else. That was gonna be awkward considering now only Michael, Bonnie and myself know of my little job. I knew I could trust Michael, he wouldn't tell. Who would know anyway? I mean I'm sure I did good, and if he hired me again, I'm sure he'd want to keep it a secret from mother because if we told her. Boy oh boy. Hell would be unleashed on earth. And I couldn't put Michael through that, he was too much of a sweetheart. He never yelled at mother and she didn't yell at him. It was worse with my actual biological father, they were horrible to eachother. But with them. She's so happy. It's kind of scary. But it's good to know they've both found someone that is making them so all lah-di-dahdee in love and all that. I just hope mother doesn't find out. Otherwise, we are both SCREWED… well that's to say the least. For now.

And so breakfeast next morning went a little something like this…