I'm sorry I didn't make things clear in the last chapter. Lilly and Oliver have never met each other. Lilly grew up in Malibu, and Oliver grew up elsewhere. I'm still deciding where he grew up. The interview was the first time they met, and it's going to go from there. Sorry for the confusion...

I cannot believe that it was that easy. I was totally prepared to be turned down, and sent away. Instead, I was in and had a job in five minutes.

My cell phone rang, and I fumbled in my pocket for it as I left the elevator and began walking out of the office building. Glancing briefly at the Caller ID, I flipped it open. "Hey Miles!"

"Lilly! How'd it go?" she shrieked. "I mean, I bet it went well, because they'd be stupid not to hire you."

I smiled. "I got it! He didn't even want a call back or anything!"

"Tell me everything!" she said. "And he? Was he cute?"

I blushed as I realised that he was.

"So that's a yes then," Miley said, hearing my silence. "What happened?"

"Well, I walked in there, and he looked really stressed out. Like, mega-ly. I think it was because the person before me had been awful or something. But I went in, and introduced myself. We talked about being an assistant to Hannah - he seemed interested about that - and he told me to tell him about myself. So I did, neglecting to mention that my best friend was Hannah Montana living a lie, but I told him about Malibu, and school and stuff. Then he asked if I had any questions about the job, and voila! I'm here. A new employee of Weller and Dean law."

Miley laughed. "We are so celebrating when you get home. I've called Jake, and he's coming over. Is that okay?"

"As long as you don't sit on the couch, making out. It's enough to make me throw up," I joked, dodging people on the street.

"Deal. Chinese for dinner?" she said. "I fancy takeout."

Me and Miley had been sharing a flat since we both left school. It was like a sleepover every night, and we'd been doing it for three years already.

"Sure," I said, and hailed a taxi. "I'm getting in a cab now, 'kay?"

"Right. See you soon," Miley said, and I flipped the phone shut.

I opened the cab door, and slid in, pushing my phone back in my pocket. "East Street please."

"Sure thing," the driver said, and pulled out into the traffic.

I actually got the job. And I start on Monday. How amazing is that?

Plus, the guy I'm working for isn't bad on the eyes. Mr. Oken. He never said his first name.

Not that anything could ever happen. Can you imagine going out with your boss? And then breaking up with him? Awkward much?

But admire? That, I could definitely do.

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"To Lilly!" Miley raised her glass of soda, and grinned. "And her amazing new job!"

I grinned, and joined her, clinking my glass with hers. "Her amazingly paid new job."

"Her amazing amazingly paid new job," Miley laughed.

"Can we stop with the word games?" Jake asked, pulling one of the boxes of food toward him. "Her job is amazing. We get it."

I laughed, and pulled a box toward me, opening it up, and grabbing the chopsticks off of the table in front of me. I've known how to use chopsticks my whole life. "Miley, these aren't the ones you had in your hair the other day, are they?"

"No," Miley shakes her head, opening her own Chinese box. "I think Jake has those ones."

"What?" Jake asks, pulling the chopsticks out of his mouth.

Miley laughed. "I'm joking. The ones that were in my hair are in my bedroom. They looked pretty cool actually. I might wear them to one of my Hannah gigs."

"You'd have to go Oriental. Otherwise they might look out of place," I said, swallowing the mouthful of food.

Miley nodded. "But Oriental is very in this year! Chinese style dresses. Bright colours. All that jazz."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Stop talking about clothes."

"Sorry," Miley apologised. "Anyway Lilly. Tell me all about this new employer of yours. You said he was cute."

I raised my eyebrows. "Actually, I didn't. You assumed that I thought that."

"But you did, didn't you?" she said, looking at me with a grilling expression on her face.

I blushed slightly, and nodded. "He was. But I can't dwell on that thought. Because if he's my boss, I don't want to be romantically involved. That never works out."

"That's as dumb as a mule in a bowtie!" Miley said. "Of course it does. If he's amazing, and you really like him..."

I rolled my eyes. "I just met the guy. We were in a room, for five minutes. And yeah, he was hot. But you can think that about anyone. I could pass a random guy in the street, and think he's cute, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it."

"She's right," Jake said.

Thank you for the backup Jake.

"I guess... but you're going to get the chance to know him, right?" Miley sighed. "Would you give him a chance?"

I shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? Maybe, yeah."

Miley smiled, and the conversation trailed off. "Well, I hope everything goes awesomely. And you're still coming to the Hannah concert tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Totally. I might not be Hannah's assistant anymore, but I'm still going along for the free concert," I grinned.

"Jake's coming too. Hey, maybe when you and this guy get together, he can come along! Did he say he liked Hannah Montana?" Miley asked, finishing her food, and putting the box down on the table. We'd always been fast eaters.

I rolled my eyes, and got up to dump my box in the bin. "He might do. But don't bet on us getting together. This job looks promising, and I'm not going to have it go stale on me because I split up with the boss."

"If he's a good guy, it might never come to that," she states.

Seriously. She gets way too ahead of herself sometimes.

I don't even know this guy's first name! How can I even consider a relationship yet?

I can't. And so I won't.