I knew an old woman who swallowed a fly. I don't know why she swallowed a fly…

A/N: I'm finally back from my weekend of hanging out. Arg, I feel kind of guilty for leaving you guys with only part I for so long so here's part II.

…perhaps she'll die.

P.S. – Holy cow, I managed a short a/n (because I'm obviously lazy right now -cough-)

Disclaimer: I own my fingers...well, unless someone chops them off and runs off with them...

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The Heartbreaker

Chapter 2: All in a Day's Work, Part II

Sunlight peeked through the partially split curtains and onto the disfigured lump covered by bed sheets. Dust could be seen floating around upon entering the ray's path and then flying off somewhere in the room. Just like the night before, the entire apartment was a total mess and looked like it hadn't been picked up after for years. There really wasn't much more to the room except a few strange contraptions and the onyx choker sitting on the nightstand and the pretty form lying dormant under the blankets. All of a sudden, a shrill clanging rang through the still air, and within a nanosecond, a hand shot out from under the covers and slammed the golden alarm clock face down giving it another unforgettable dent.

The body from underneath grumbled and swung its arm and leg around, flinging the blanket over. Lying in bed was a groggy, blonde girl with visible bags under her eyes. Unlike most of the blonde babes roaming the streets during the day, this girl had short ruffled hair and exceptionally bright blue eyes. Raising a hand to her face, she leisurely rubbed her eyes before turning to flip the clock back up.

"You have got to be kidding." The girl forced her words through a yawn and sat up.

The clock read 1:35pm. Thank god for having the afternoon shift. If she didn't have so much fun doing this as well as the fact that she'd go hungry, that job would have been history in her agenda. Sighing, she rolled off her bed and onto her feet. Another shower would be nice, she thought. Mm, she couldn't wait for her paycheck today. It was always nice to badger a tip out of the customer somehow. Just as she took a few steps, she saw a puffball right before her foot collided with it and twirled around the passing kitten's rump.

"Whoa there girl. How's my love today, hm?" she cooed, scratching its soft furry chin.

The kitten made to mew but instead stretched out and yawned. She strutted over to her empty food bowl and sat down waiting expectantly.

"Aw sorry Miya. I forgot to feed you last night," apologized the girl.

She opened a specially painted cupboard and pulled out a bag and can of cat food. The only thing in the apartment that was ever kept meticulously was the kitten's food since the feline was the girl's best friend of comfort that she received every night she came home late worn out. Dumping the contents of the bag into the bowl, she pried the can open and mixed the wet slop with the tablet-like pieces. She made sure to fully mash the food thoroughly before sliding the bowl over to her pet. The dark puff purred in thanks and bent into her bowl appreciatively.

The bed head blonde then trod to the bathroom and did her daily procedure before moving to the bedroom. She whipped open an enormous wardrobe standing erect near a vanity desk and pulled out an adorable pastel yellow work uniform. She threw it over her shoulders and fluffed up the skirt a little. After that, she pulled up a chair to the vanity desk and tugged a lush blonde wig off the model head and adjusted it naturally onto her crown. She looked down at the table in search for her name tag when she spotted a letter under a pile of mail. Although only the first part could be seen, it read 'To Ms. Ros-'. Without a second thought, she quickly grabbed the paper and shoved it into the shredder. She turned back towards her hiding tag and pinned it on, smiling at the gleaming gold letters reading 'Tessa Ellingson'. With a few light swipes of foundation, subtle eye shadow, and slick puckered lips, she was ready to head out.

"See ya sweetie!" she called to her sleepy kitten before shutting the door. "I'll be back a little later tonight ok? Toodleloo"

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"…She's here…," Satella ground out.

She was standing in front of the black doors peering through the tiniest crack ever and mumbling to herself. Behind her stood Genai shaking his head and Viede who stood there like a lifeless boulder.

"Satella, just how long are you going to keep standing there like a dummy," he sighed. "You do have customers you know."

"Hush you! I'm busy."

She shooed him away but he didn't budge.

"Really, I've had a chat with her before and she doesn't seem that bad at all."

"Are you crazy?!" she shrieked, causing a few surprised heads to turn. "She was probably flirting with you and you didn't even realize it!

"No! Gross. Hell no would I even let her flirt with me," Genai yelled defensively.

"That's IF she can flirt," Satella added nastily before poking her eye through the crack again.

Across the street, Tessa could be seen walking into the mini café, pausing to wave at some of her coworkers before disappearing into the shade.

"Genai! I can't take this anymore! I'm going over there now," she declared, frustrated. "I'm going over there to give her a piece of my mind."

"Erm…not a good idea Ella," he frowned. "She could sue for harassment."

"To hell with her!" she growled. "I'm not letting her prance around like some boy magnet idol."

"In other words…you're jealous?"

"Fuck you Gen."

"Your welcome ma'am."

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Satella suavely marched across the black asphalt and seated herself at a warm sun-filled spot more roughly than she should have but relaxed when one of her favorite waitresses approached her table. A few moments later, Tessa walked out to a table a few feet away from Satella's own and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.

"Hello sir, what would you like to order?" she asked cheerfully.

"Y-yes, um…I would like coffee," he answered shakily.

"Alright," she said, scribbling on her pad. "Is that it for today?"

"Yes…j-just a coffee."

"Coming right up."

Tessa disappeared from sight and as Satella was order her usual, she glimpsed at the cowering man and noticed him pulling out wads of big bills.

He doesn't have any small bills…?

She curiously tried to peek without being noticed by the nodding waitress currently serving her. Then as fast as she had vanished, Tessa popped back through the door with a tray holding a steaming mug of murky brown and distributed in front of him.

"Would you like whip cream with that?" She pointed readily to the can in her other hand.

"No t-thank you," he replied. He looked around nervously before lowering his voice. "So, d-did it…go well?"

"Of course!" Tessa said quite loudly. "It's a 100 percent guaranteed service, so if you don't like it, it's an instant refund." She bent down and lowered her voice too, "But there's always an initial payment for my time."

Satella listened intently sipping her mocha frappuccino, wondering what the two had just whispered to each other. She watched as the girl ripped the order off her notepad and dropped it onto the table for the man. He observed the price and his expression changed to show utter surprise.

"T-This much…?"

"But of course. This IS the best service you'll ever receive anywhere so it is quite expensive."

"I-I see…"

The hunched man reluctantly counted out the bills and from the side, Satella could see that the first bill alone already paid for over ten times worth his drink. When she looked up at the blonde girl's face, she could see a steely glint in her gleaming eyes. She looked back and forth from the man to the girl, then back to the man.

What the hell is going on? …Blackmailing?

When the girl had gathered up the money, she looked meaningfully at the man and he began to sweat Too nervous to stay now, he quickly got up and turned to leave without touching his coffee one bit.

"Have a nice day sir." Tessa smiled, though faltering slightly at the empty table.

Oh well, free coffee for me.

She wheeled around and glanced interestedly at the empty table holding an unfinished frap before she shrugged and walked back inside.

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The two unfazed bouncers stood lounging around the door when Satella came rushing in, slamming the door behind her. She fell back against the door breathing hard and eyes wide.

"So? How'd it go?" Genai asked curiously.

"Oh.My.God." Satella wheezed against the door. Damn, she was really out of shape. It was only across the street too and she was already tired.

"Ya, I'm your god," he teased. "So what happened?"

"'Best service' my ass!" She slammed her fist into the door.

"What?" asked Genai, and to their surprise, Viede too.

"That was so odd," she said to herself, ignoring them. "An old trembling guy paying thousands for a coffee…? Maybe she's got his kid and he's paying her a monthly ransom for it. Yea…that's got to be it."

"Helloooo." Genai waved a hand in her face. "Earth to the bar mistress. What exactly happened?"

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully and then snapped her fingers.

"I got it! I bet she was somehow psychically urge him to give her more money and he just complied because he was in trance!"

"Uhh no." Genai grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, pushing her back to the counter. "Just get back to work you hard working little schemer. Don't waste your energy on some successful girl across the street when you should be worrying about yourself."

She sighed, accepting the truth in his word and went back to wiping down glasses to ease her sanity.

But there is definitely something fishy going on…

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Back on the other side of the street, Tessa was outside again wiping down food laden tables, moving expertly from table to table. A few moments ago, she had a feeling someone was watching her but most likely not professional, considering she could feel their vibe. She tried to think back hard who was sitting in that far corner with the frap…someone who surely didn't like her for whatever unordinary reason. As she was clearing away a few plates and rubbing out tough spots on the hard surface, a shy nervous girl slightly taller than her had walked into the area. Tessa hooked the spray onto her apron and turned to the girl.

"Hello. Welcome to Jay-Jay's," she greeted pleasantly. "Please follow me."

"Wait, I'm not here for food."

Tessa looked up from her pad of paper in surprise.

Not here for FOOD?! That should be a crime!

She dropped her representative tone and raised an eyebrow amusedly at the other blonde. She clicked her tongue at the girl's horrible shade of blonde as it was too light, but decided her lovely aqua eyes made up for it.

"Please have a seat anyways ma'am." Tessa patted a nearby table and invitingly gave her a menu even if she wasn't ordering. "So, I need your name please?"

The girl sat down in respect and fiddled with the open menu.

"Mary. Mary Magdalene."

"Mhm, and wh-"

"I know about your other life," she interrupted, "…Rosette."

Said "Rosette's" mouth twitched. All of her clients, no matter who it was, only knew one side of her whether it be the guy or the girl side but never both. Not to mention…no one was supposed to know her real name. She couldn't have her cover blown and career ruined now by some snobby brat who probably paid the mafia millions just for that snatch of info.

"Well, I guess that means I'm being blackmailed?" Rosette asked after a minute of silence, glowering at the girl sitting before her. She knew perfectly well that anyone who knew her birth name and had her image on a leash wouldn't let the chance to use her indefinitely slip away.

"Not necessarily," she reassured, gaining confidence. "It's just I don't want to be denied your…how should I say, services."

"Then don't expect to be charged lightly," Rosette smirked. "So what do you want from me anyways?"

Mary twirled her fingers through her pale locks, ticking Rosette off even more by the second. Lines creased on the older girl's face as she looked as if she was debating whether to do this or not. Then, as if she decided she had to go through with it, she turned to Rosette with determined eyes.

"I want my boyfriend, Chrono, back."

-End Chapter 2-

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A/N: AHH I'M TIRED! Fudgamajiggerz! (-continues cursing-) Sorry for the long ass update and stuff. Please don't expect the next one sooner than Tuesday next week (unless I take the time on the weekend) because I have exams and projects due on the same day from my major classes (that I'm already failing miserably in) so have mercy on the authoress ;-; She is stressed…quite stressed indeed. I won't bother to edit this chapter now so if there's any mistakes, feel free to point them out anddddd hope you enjoyed this chapter so please R&R for this girl's sanity! Oh wait, here's a quick summary for my guilt. Sorry it's not a preview since I haven't started writing it yet.

Chapter 3: The Request (basically the chapter that starts the story off:D Sounds a lot like the whole story summary...)

Rosette, majoring in ONLY heartbreaking and gold digging, is asked to put an ex-couple back together. With her 100 percent guaranteed services and a possible blackmail ready at hand, will she accept the challenge? Or will she turn down the job that could alter her life in so many ways? Find out next week! -.-;;