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A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the reviews and follows and favorites after my second chapter. It fuelled me to write :)

"Ms. Pope, I'd like to see you in my office. Right now."

She nodded her head, but the twinkle in her eye was still present. She took pleasure in being the one in control, telling people that they weren't as good as her. I've that I was sure. It was sexy as hell.

I let her go first out of the room in which the campaign was holding fort ad into the hold. Perhaps she thought it was gentlemenly, and on a subconscious level it was. Mostly I just wanted to be able to get a look at her backside. See if it was as good as I suspected.

After a quick minute I realised it was even better. And that I was in some serious trouble. It was like Fatal Attraction.

We got to my office and she opened the door, letting herself in and standing in front of my desk, for there was no room in the closet space for extra seating. I took a seat and stared. Perhaps she thought I was thinking of something to say, but I just wanted to be able to stare at her beauty up close.

"I'm not going to fire you for what you said..." I was soon, however interrupted.

She laughed and the sound was like that of bells being sounded.

"If you did, it would show me that my original assessment was wrong and that you actually have some balls. However, having said that, I am never wrong. And I never thought that you actually would fire me."

"Well, Ms. Pope, it seems that you do have the proverbial balls in which you speak of, don't you?"

"I am good, hell I'm brilliant, I can help Cy win this campaign. I can easily help you become just as great. Cyrus called me in to help you, help him and I can. I'll make sure of it. Your lucky I came."

She turned quickly and I was sure that I would never get a chance again.

"Your right, I am lucky. Perhaps we could further discuss the plans. This evening. 7 pm. Over dinner."

She paused mid stride and seemed to be frozen in shock by what I said. Good for that was what my intent was. That, and getting her to agree of course.

"Mr. Grant, I-"

"It's Fitz. My name is Fitz. "

"That would be inappropriate. This dinner... We have to have a professional relationship-"

"Screw that. Lets be inappropriate. Hell I insist." I gave my most charming smile. I saw something flicker across her face, and I knew she was not as blasé about this as she so seemed. I was affecting her too.

"Look, Fitz, I just don't-"

"See you already broke one rule. It's the Grant charm. Look, I'm single. I'm hoping your single.

" I am single, but-"

"There's no harm in a man and a woman having dinner together as friends, maybe more. I'd like to be able to get to know you better. Especially since it seems you know me so well."

"Will you stop interrupting me!" She seemed exasperated, so I held my hands up in mock defeat.

"I just think that at this time it would be unreasonable to go out. I just came on and I need to be acquainted with the staff in order to help Cy. Especially with the primary coming so close. I'm not saying no, just no for right now. Campaigns are hectic after all."

She smiled and quickly walked away. I stood there, alone and tired from our sparring, yet I couldn't help feeling elated.

She felt it too. She hadn't said no either. I'd be able to change her mind. I knew it.

A/N: Here's a short filler. Next chapter will be from Liv's point of view of what's going on. I just wanted to set the ground because so many of you were asking for a quick update. :)