A/N – I hope people liked the first chapter of the story. I think this story has a lot of potential, and I hope people continue to support me. Please enjoy the latest chapter.

I just needed to try and work on one chaos at a time. And right now, Henry wasn't the one that needed looking at. And as bad as that sounded in my head, it was the truth. He was so desperate to prove he is a grown up. And if I tell him otherwise, it will just spur him on to try and prove it even more. It is sometimes just better to leave him to his own devices, and wait for him to call for help.

I made it into the gallery pretty soon. It didn't seem to busy. But to be fair, I wouldn't know what busy looks like. This place didn't normally get many visitors. I headed straight for my office, and got straight to work. I might not be overly interested in this place, but my parents put everything they had into it. The least I could do was keep it going. There was a hard knock at the door, and when I looked up to see who it was, I was met with a panicked looking Graham. He had been my assistant since taking the place over. He was very good at his job, most of the time. Other times, he needed to get a clue.

"Miss Swan?" I waved my hand for him to enter the room.

"For the thousandth time Graham, call me Emma. Now what is it?" He handed me a whole stack of paper work. So many words. So little time to read it all. I glared up at Graham, not even giving the papers a second glance. "Make it short for me Graham."

"Well, you know we have the gallery's annual event in a month?" I didn't like where this was going. That was the biggest event of the year for this place. It helped us get more well-known pieces in the gallery, as well as interested buyers who look at the auction section. If anything goes wrong on that night, all hell is going to break lose.

"Yes, now what about it?" I knew my tone was starting to become aggressive, but considering what I was feeling right now, I was doing well to keep it contained.

"Well, turns out the event planners we hired, are fakes. Their company doesn't exist, and everything they said they had organised, isn't. So basically, we have hundreds of people coming in a month with absolutely nothing planned, and nothing prepared." I let him finish before I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Which failed miserably.

"Are you kidding me?!" I jumped from my chair and slammed my hands down to the desk. I was so glad my office was in a separate part of the building to the main viewing areas. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I needed to scream at someone, and unfortunately he was the only one around. "How the hell did this happen?"

"We don't know. We checked their website, turns out it was fake. Everything we saw of them was fake. Hence, that we have nothing planned for the event. No food, drinks, decorations. Nothing." I had about a thousand questions running through my mind, but I needed to focus on one at a time.

"Okay, first things first. Have you alerted the police?"

"Yes, I called them as soon as I found out. The police are working to find the people involved and hopefully retrieve the money we paid them."

"Okay, that brings me to the next thing. How much did we pay them?" I sat back down into my chair and started looking through the papers Graham had handed me earlier. He had his own clipboard in hand, and started looking through his own copy.

"We only paid them half of what they were due, so we lost two and a half thousand dollars. But we still have our extra money in case this sort of thing was to happen."

"Okay. Fine. We can work with that. Finally, we need to work on getting a new event organiser. Anyone who can plan the event in under a month. Go." I barked at him. He always seemed to respond better when I did. He was gone in a flash, and left me to try and salvage anything from this train wreck. But if this company was as sneaky as I think, I could be in some real trouble right now.

I decided to leave the events issues alone for a while. I was starting to get frustrated with all the information it was telling me, but it wasn't telling me anything I actually wanted to hear. I focused on the work I needed organised for right now. I had a few new pieces coming in so I needed all my paper work in order. If one I wasn't dotted or one T wasn't crossed, I might not get the piece, which cause me all kinds of trouble I really don't need or want. I wasn't going to have two things going wrong at the same time.

"Emma?" Graham had come back, and he had a smile on his face. Please tell me he had good news for me. I called him forward and he practically bounced into the room. He stood just in front to of the desk, hands clasped together in front of him. His grin only grew, but he didn't say anything.

"For crying out loud Graham, spit it out."

"I found someone who can work the event." His face said he still had more to say. I waved my hand as if trying to get him to continue his train of thought. "They are coming round in half an hour to get started." And that was why he was so happy. My mouth opened wide and I swear I would have screamed with joy if I wasn't at work.

"Graham, if I was into you I would kiss you right now."

"I think I might have to pass on that one anyway." He turned and started heading back for the door. "I will leave you to your work. Shall I send the person through when they get here?" He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Uh yeah just send them straight through to me, and I can work directly with them." He was about to leave completely when something popped into my head. "Hold on. Two things. One, where did you find this person? And two, what is the person's name?"

"I called up that place that has a person for everything. What is it called again? Oh yeah, Mr Gold's Variety Business. And the person he is sending over is called…oh crap I don't remember the first name. I know the surname was Mills, but he was rather excited about the call. Apparently he has been looking for the extra work for his company. So he was rushing through half of what he was saying. But, I will send her through when she gets here. Don't you worry." He walked away without saying another word. I kept thinking about the kind of person that would be coming to plan the event. Graham had said it was a girl. She works for Mr Gold. I wonder if Ruby might know her. I called Ruby up quickly just on the off chance that she did know who was being sent my way. The phone rang twice before Ruby's perky voice came ringing from the other end.

"Hey Emma. What's up? And be quick, I shouldn't answer my phone at work."

"Just wondering, I am getting someone from where you work to come and help me plan my event for the gallery."

"Wait but I thought you…"

"Long story. Anyway, does the surname 'Mills' mean anything to you?" There was silence coming from her end of the line. I assumed she was trying to recall if the name rang any bells. But when she spoke, her voice told a different story.

"Uh, no. I have no idea who that is. Good luck with your meeting." Her voice seemed far to giddy. She knew something, but before I got the chance to ask, she spoke once more. "Alright, I got to go. Bye Emma." She hung up the phone before I could say a word, and I was left with the sound of the dial tone. Sometimes I could quite happily kill that girl. She never likes making my life any easier. I tried not to think too much about the person coming. From the way Ruby acted, she was going to have a huge laugh about our meeting. But I couldn't figure out why. So I let the thoughts die in my head. The time went by quicker than I had originally thought. Before I even knew it, I had Graham knocking on my door once again, and behind him I could see parts of the womanly figure, I assumed was the person sent by Mr Gold.

"Emma, this is the lady sent from Mr Gold's. Her name is…" He stood to the side and I finally got the full view of the gorgeous woman that had been a mystery to me. "…Regina Mills." Oh shit. She made her way over to my desk, and I raised from the seat and met her on the other side. She extended her hand out in front of her, and I took it without even thinking. Her touch was so soft, so delicate. And yet her eyes, they were almost the opposite. I looked her right in the eye, and those dark brown pools didn't give anything away. She wasn't an overly tall women, so I was looking down on her slightly, but she made up for the lack of height with the regal poise with which she held herself.

"Regina Mills. Nice to meet you." I stood with my mouth open, practically drooling at the woman. It took me a second before I realised I was still shaking her hand and hadn't introduced myself yet.

"Sorry. Emma Swan. Look forward to working with you." We let the others hand go, and my body moaned at the loss of the contact.

"Likewise." This girl could cause me some trouble.

"As you can see, we are home to some of the most amazing pieces of work people will ever see. We are always looking to expand on our collection, and that is where our event comes into play. So do you think you can do it?" I had showed Regina round the entire gallery. She hadn't said much during the tour. Only asking the occasional question here and there, but other than that her mouth hadn't moved. Her lips remained shut. Those plump, delicate looking lips. God, stop it Emma. You barely know the girl.

"How far away did you say the event was?"

"Exactly? The event is in twenty-nine days. Is that going to be enough time?"

"I only need twenty-five. I have plenty of time. Don't worry. I will have this place filled from front to back, and looking amazing."

"Fabulous. If you manage to pull this off…"

"It isn't a question of 'if'. I will pull this off. The question is, how long do you want to have people talking about this for?"

"Cocky. I like it." She started to walk around, but quickly turned on the spot to face me.

"Not cocky. Confident. Now I need to be going. I have a few things I need to sort out at the office, and then I am all yours for the next month." You had better be. "I'll be seeing you around."She turned to walk away, and as I watched her saunter off, my head started spinning.

"Goodbye Miss Mills." She stopped and turned to look at me once more. A menacing grin on her lips. Something told me this girl had something hidden up her sleeve. And I was going to make damn sure I found out what that thing was.

"Goodbye Miss Swan." And I was definitely going to tell her never to call me that again. She left the room, and she left me with one thing running through my head. Please tell me that girl is single. I spent a little longer in the office but I just couldn't focus. The only thing my mind seemed interested in right now was Regina. She was just so professional, so composed and so…regal. And she used every bit of it to her advantage. She worked it down to the last light smirk of the lips. And it was all of that that kept her on my mind. When I finally decided I wasn't going to get anymore work done today, I packed up my stuff and headed out the office. As I passed Graham in his office, I popped my head in.

"I'm going home for the day Graham. I'll be back in on Monday morning. Oh, and sorry for snapping at you earlier. I just wasn't really in the mood for any more bad news."

"That's okay. Have a nice weekend Emma." I was about to turn away when he called me back with a sense of urgency in his voice. "Oh, and Emma. Be careful with this one. She seems like a handful." His voice was laced with the cheekiness that matched his face.

"Something tells me you're right. But let's see what she is like on Monday. First impressions aren't always the most accurate." And now, I really did leave. But I brought all my thoughts of Regina with me. And they didn't look as though they were going anywhere tonight.

A/N – Okay, I am really enjoying this story. And if people are wondering how Regina is meant to babysit Henry and plan the event for Emma, this will be explained in future chapters. So will many other things that are a mystery at this moment. But for now, leave me comments and reviews, and I hope you keep going with this story. Goodbye my lovelies.