AN: Own Nothing

"We're not hiring!" The sales lady snaps at Caroline before moving on to the next waiting customer. So far Caroline had struck out at three department stores and four offices, and she was starting to give up when she notice the little coffee shop not too far away.

Looking around and heading straight to the register, she was determined to find a job today if it killed her!

Caroline Forbes will be employed today before the sunset.

"Hello, can I take your order?" The young man asked her with a smile, ready to write down her order.

"Can I speak to the manager?"

"That would be me, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for job, here is my resume." Caroline said taking the paper out from her folder.

"I don't have a lot of experience with coffee, but I'm a people person." She said, smiling her big bright smile.

"Sorry, we're not hiring right now."

"Come on, I'll do anything! I can start from the bottom by cleaning tables and washing dishes."

"Liar." She thought to herself.

"Sorry, I just had to let go of people, I'm just not hiring right now. So either order or get out of the line." He said, pointing to the line that formed behind her.

"Umm, can I get a cup of water?" Caroline smiled sweetly at the man, who just huffed and filled a cup of with water before handing it to her, trying to get rid of her as fast as he could. With a sigh, Caroline took a drink of water as she walked out the door to go on to her next location, which was home, and try to figure out her game plan for tomorrow.

As she rounded the corner she ran straight in to someone spilling her drink once again on a stranger.

"Oh my god!" She said in shock, taking a napkin from her bag and tried to dry the hard chest in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know how this happened. No I do, it's God's way of punishing me." She started ranting when a hand stopped her from her drying process and rant.

"Well love, I think its God's way of punishing me too."

Caroline recognized that voice in a heartbeat and as she looked up, she knew this truly that this was the way God was punishing her. There he stood, Klaus Mikaelson, once again drenched in her drink.

"Mr. Mikaelson." For the first time in her life she was speechless.

"Here go's another dry cleaning bill." she thought. He stopped her mental rant when he spoke.

"Klaus"

"What?"

"My name is Klaus, Mr. Mikaelson is my father." He said smiling at her.

"Okay, well Klaus. I'm truly sorry about this." Mentioning to the stain on his dress shirt .

"Oh well, yes. At least you know where to send the check to." He said smirking at her, something that irritated Caroline.

"Excuse me, it's water!"

"Yes, I know" he said smugly.

"But-" She said frustrated. She could not afford to pay another of his dry cleaning bills for him.

"But what, Miss Forbes?" Hearing him say her name made her feel funny, but she brushed it off.

"It's water Mr. Mikaelson." She explained, calling him by his last name, something he requested that she no longer did, but she just did in spite of him.

"You probably have never done laundry in your life, so let me tell you something. It dries in less than ten minutes, so-" she was cut off by the sound of a phone ringing.

Lifting his finger up to his lips to hush her, Klaus Mikaelson answered his phone, something that Caroline found extremely rude. It might have to do with her Southern ways, or just that Klaus Mikaelson got on her last nerves.

"What do you mean, you double booked?! I don't care, it's your problem not mine. No I want her and a substitute will not do." Klaus was calmly yelling into the phone.

Not sure what she was doing standing there waiting for him to finish, Caroline realized she could make a quick clean escape.

Just as Caroline got ready to bolt out of there, a hand pulled her back.

"No, you can't! And I'll make sure to take my business elsewhere." Ending his call, Klaus looked down to Caroline.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done yet."

"Yes, we are! Now let go of me." Caroline ordered, angrily pulling her arm away from him.

"I'm not paying for your shirt." She added.

"Yes, you are." Klaus corrected.

"Nope. I refuse." She said crossing her arms.

"You can pay for it, by being my date tonight." He said to her.

"Excuse me?" She yelled to him, outraged by his request.

"I will not-"

"So you would rather pay my dry cleaning again?" He asked her with a smirk on his face.

"I would."

"What If I gave this back to you and called it even? Then would you be my date?" Klaus asked, pulling out the check she left that drunken night she snuck into his pent house.

"I'd rather send you another check, Mr. Mikaelson" Caroline repeated before turning around. She was glad to have the last word.

"Well then, I might have to press charges since someone broke into my home." He said smirking as she turned back around.

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh, but I would Miss. Forbes" He told her, smirking and walking to his waiting car before opening the door.

"Well come on Sweetheart, we don't have all day." He said with a small laugh as Caroline walked to the car and took a seat. She was so going to kill Bonnie and Elena for getting her so drunk that night.

"Arthur, we need to make a stop at Armani. It seems we need to get my lovely date and I something to wear for the benefit." Klaus said as he closed the car door.

"I know how much you love Armani!" Arthur said, smiling at Caroline who just rolled her eyes, hoping the next couple of hours would go by fast.