Here goes nothing. this is the longest so far. i'm not aiming at a super long story. i'm basically testing my abilities here. thanks for the follows! i appreciate them. on to this mess!

*sorry for any mistakes and such*

She has been through a lot in her 26 years on this earth. She has come across various types of people; the kind type, the fake type and the rude type. She knew how to handle all of those but today was different. Today she felt extremely tired and sick of her life, today IT just got to her.

She never complains, or when she does is in front of a mirror, never to another soul. Every time Ashely asks her, she minimizes her struggle.

She has never played the victim card.

EVER.

Yes, she lost both her parents at Eighteen. And left her alone with a two-year-old.

Yes, she was the legal guardian of a ten-year-old.

Yes, she was almost broke.

Yes, she was single as fuck. Talk about frustrations. But there was no time for that.

But she never took it on anyone or blame it on anybody.

It just happened.

Shit just happens.

She couldn't wrap her head around as to why that lady up there gave her so much crap for a fucking blouse. Who does she think she is?

Beca knew success was a double edge sword if you let it. She saw it first hand with her dad. It went up to his head in a blink of an eye. Buying unnecessary shit like boats and cars, jets and apartments everywhere. And then, because buying shit wasn't enough, he started treating people like crap because he felt somewhat superior. He mistreated her workers… he fired her long-time pilot because he refused to take off due to bad weather. Who does that?

What Charles Mitchell wanted, he got. He wanted to go to New York that day.

Beca's mom told him to wait a day or two. But he was hell bent on going that evening," business can't wait Christina!" So, he hired a young pilot who agreed to take him just because he flashed him with some cash.

Her mom reluctantly agreed to go because she needed to sign some documents too. And it was an excuse to visit Beca at Julliard. Beca was only a week in, but she missed her daughter like crazy. It was going to be a surprise.

They left 2-year-old Emily with her nanny.

On that same day, Beca was having the best day of her life. She was so happy it couldn't be real. She had her second Lyric Composition class and presented her professor with some of the material she gathered over the years. Her professor was impressed, and he told her so.

"You will do great things miss Mitchell." And patted her on the back.

The greatest day ever.

Until that phone call.

The phone call that changed everything.

They never made it to New York.

They got caught in a thunder storm.

They didn't even make it out of Florida.

And Beca had to leave Julliard.

Xxxxxx

Huge mistake taking the stairs with 5-inch heels. Her calves were burning. She could feel a cramp coming. Add that to the anger and frustrations combine. Fucking time bomb… the detonator, her phone.

"WHAT?" she didn't even bother to look.

"Hey Becs…" Ashley said softly "are you ok? where are you?"

"Gone," she said pretty agitated "look, I am in a really bad place right now, that blonde chick messed up my head and the last person I wanna lash out to is you. Ill call you tomorrow." She hanged up.

Xxxxxx

Ashely run to Chloe's office but stopped when she saw her boss coming out. She was about to turn when Aubrey called her.

"Ashley…" Aubrey's voice wavered a little "I know that by now you know what happened, I want to apologize to you. I was rude, and it was uncalled for." She said looking down in shame.

"Ms Posen, we can talk later, I need to get to Ms's Beale Office as soon as possible."

"Oh yeah, ok, I just…we'll talk later, sure."

Ashley walked past Aubrey and knocked on the redhead's door. She heard a soft "Come in"

"Oh, hey Ashley, where is Beca?" she said excitedly while Ashely's shoulders dropped.

"she didn't let me finish talking…she was very agitated like she was running a marathon…. wait…. I think she took the stairs…." Her eyes widen.

"oh my god, those are a lot of steps! But…by know she will probably be heading out…shit!" Chloe grabbed her phone and dialed the lobby in the first floor. Pick up!

"Hello Sammy, Chloe Beal here, I need you to stop a-"She looked at Ashley mouthing "what does she looks like?"

"Oh!, short, chestnut hair, not too long, blue eyes, really pale, white blouse, black jeans and black shoes." She whispered rather quickly. "scowl! … like a I could kill you scowl" she added.

"sorry Sammy! Pale, short and brunet, white blouse, black jeans and shoes. With a scowl. Just stop her! I'll be right down! Do not let her go!"

"I will personally stop her Ms. Beale!" The man hanged up.

Chloe grabbed her Id, her phone and her purse moving really fast.

"I'm going down to fix this! Thanks Ashley! Go take a break, you've had a rough morning too, I am really sorry"

"Thanks…and Ms. Beale…she might actually NOT be really friendly right now… don't take it to personally. Sorry in advance."

"Do you trust your cousin Ashley?" Chloe said opening the door… Ashley looked confused at the question but answered anyway.

"Yeah, with my life."

"Ok! We will talk later, I'm going to get your sneaky cousin." She smiled and winked.

Xxxx

"What the hell man, let me out!" Beca has had it with this damn building! What is wrong with everyone here, so rude! "Look man, I just wanna leave, I need to leave! Or I might do something stupid" Beca yelled.

"I have orders to not let you out, who knows what you did…did you steal anything?" Sammy the guard raised his eyebrow.

"WHAT? Are you accusing me of stealing now? oh Yeah, wait i'll get a recording booth out of my pocket you moron! You don't even know me! Oh, my fucking god! What is wrong with this place, I didn't steal anything! If anything, they stole MY time and MY patience! Unbelievable…." She huffed.

"I got it Sammy!" Said a cheery voice behind her.

Beca turned around and saw a smiling redhead there, just smiling. She wanted to punch her teeth out. Ok, maybe not punch but wipe, just wipe Beca.…god you are so aggressive sometimes.

Beca gave the redhead the deadliest glare. If it was someone else Chloe would've been offended, but she knew shit went down upstairs. And things weren't looking pretty here either. The glare was fair.

"Look lady, I don't need more crap ok, just tell blonde hulk here to let me go. I rather be rolling in a rose garden than being here."

"Funny" Chloe thought. "Sammy, thanks for your help." The man nodded and went on with his business. She looked back at Beca "Miss Mitchell, look I am terribly sorry about everything that happened today. Would you please let me treat you with some coffee or a late breakfast perhaps?" Chloe asked pleading.

Beca shook her head…. what's her deal? "Thanks, but no. I am super tired right now. I really really don't want to be rude. But I want to go. Thanks for the offer but think I will pass."

"Please…just one coffee" she said wiggling her index finger "…maybe it's just what you need, a good cup of coffee and some stranger to listen. What do you say" she was pulling the big guns.

The pout with shiny blue eyes.

Eyes that Beca just only realized were gorgeous. Suddenly she was nervous.

"I…ok? ok fine…" Beca sighed.

"yay! Trust me you wont regret it! Let's go!" Chloe locked her left arm with Beca's right disregarding any type of personal space.

Beca just rolled her eyes.

xxxxx

Walking down the street, Beca took a deep breath inhaling the ocean breeze. What a nightmare of a day. First, Emily is behaving like a brat; second, a blonde bitch treated her like trash; third, they stopped her at the door like some kind of criminal and last… This redhead appeared like a goddam …angel? So much shit... but she suddenly felt eager to write something about it.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Chloe asked her.

"sorry, just recapping all the events of this day…hell, morning! its not even eleven!" She snickered…but it sounded tired though. "I guess today is taking a toll on me and my body is about to crash…"

"Hey, it is ok. look, let's go in there…" she pointed a little Cuban coffee shop "and we can talk, how about that?"

Beca nodded but then turned to the redhead, "you know…I don't really know your name…"

Chloe smiled and turned her head to look at Beca "she is really attractive" she thought.

"Chloe, Chloe Beale." She extended her hand towards the brunet. Beca took it and smiled.

"Nice to meet someone who doesn't want to bash my taste in clothes. I'm-"

"Beca Mitchell, I know…nice to meet you too" Chloe smiled. "and you look great!" Yummy even.

"how did you know my name?" Beca said entering the little coffee shop, making the bell ring above them.

"Ashley told me, she wanted to come down but…" she lied "but she had to stay behind…her boss is a pain in the ass, at least today anyway." Chloe said taking a seat. It was true, Aubrey was a pain, specially today.

"oh, don't tell me is the blonde bitch!" Chloe winced.

"Aubrey Posen, yes…that's her boss. She actually treats Ashley really good. She has offer her a position for her next year in marketing." She said trying to defend Aubrey's honor a little bit.

"I hope she gives it to her, god know she works her butt off for that Nazi. She deserves everything." Beca said proudly.

The waitress took their order, one espresso doble with a Cuban sandwich for Beca, and a café con leche with a chicken empanada for Chloe. When the waitress left, Chloe asked Beca about Ashley.

"You two close?"

Chloe wanted this to be like a low-key job interview. She wanted to know Beca on a professional level and she also wanted to apologize now in the name of WW for Aubrey's behavior earlier. But she was really intrigued. She thought telling the girl right of the bat that she was WWR RCP would put a damper on their conversation and Beca might recoil. She wanted to know everything about her. "chill Beale, you are here to do damage control. Not to get into her pants…. where the fuck is that even coming from? Omg my brain is a mess sometimes!" Chloe's mind was on fire this morning.

"The closest. Besides my sister, she is the only family I have. I mean her dad is my uncle, but he lives in Finland."

"have you always lived here?"

"yep, born and raised in Miami." Ok, short answers…she can work with that.

"I moved here from New York six years ago. It was a huge change. I was there for almost five years working, and before that I lived in Georgia, where I went to school. But I was actually born in Milwaukee but then we moved to Chicago when I was 2." All in one breath… this tiny lady was making her nervous…what?

"wow, you talk a lot and really fast…" Beca smirked.

Chloe smiled widely.

"daaaamn" Chloe thought, "that's hot."

"So, you were at WW for an interview, right?" Chloe asked pretending to be clueless.

"Yes. I thought so. Ash hooked me up. But the spot was taken. So…I guess I'll just look elsewhere." The tiny brunet explained.

"I think I can help you with that. I know the one who calls the shots… she will hire you just like that" she snapped her fingers.

"how would you know? My resume sucks, I am literally ashamed of it, no joke. I feel useless. I don't think anyone would want me there. Specifically, the crazy Aubrey lady. She seems to be in a position of power…I rather not…like…be there. At all." Beca crossed her arms over her chest.

Their food came. And Beca pushed her espresso like a shot. She needed a boost.

"Come on Beca, I bet your resume is not that bad. If you want the job, fight for it. Don't let a crazy ass chick get in the way. How about…you give me your resume, and I check it out. I will tell you if you are a fit or not. I kind of know how things work there…"

"if you only knew. I'm totally gonna hire you." Chloe thought while biting her lip.

Beca was eyeing the girl suspiciously. Why was she so interested… why was she wasting her time with her? why is she biting her lip… oh god... I need to get laid.

"You are gonna tell me if it sucks right?"

"I swear on Madonna's first album! Only the truth and nothing but the truth your honor! Scouts honor!" She responded saluting.

"omg stop, please. You are insane…" Beca laughed. Chloe was glad she was cheering her up.

"Soo? Gimmie gimmie!" Beca just smiled and shook her head at the redhead antics. She opened her purse to get the green folder out. She looked at it and sighed. Here goes nothing.

"here… enjoy" Said sarcastically. She gave Chloe her folder and started with her sandwich. She couldn't watch.

The redhead took the folder and opened it. With a glance she notices it was just one page. She looked up and smiled at Beca who was munching her sandwich adorably. She lowered her eyes and started reading. "Julliard…Music Compo…conducting…interesting… both incomplete…mmm musical knowledge… violin, cello, flute, guitar, piano and drums…geez is there anything she can't play? Editing…interesting…DJ? Hot. What? Hum Resident DJ…so she was that good. I wonder what happened…she is actually really beautiful…and her voice is really nice…she is funny too…sarcastically funny…so she is smart…her eyes are gorgeous though…and that skin…fuck Beale sidetracked much?"

Chloe looked up and saw the most beautiful face looking back at her. Beca looked like a little puppy waiting to be adopted. Her heart broke. "Beca can I ask you a couple of questions?" said with a serious tone. Beca put her sandwich down.

"Yes, totally…I bet you want to know about Julliard… everyone does..." she said the last part in a whisper.

"uhm. Yes, that too. But first, you mention that you have a sister, is she younger or older?" Chloe asked genuinely intrigued.

"oh, yes, Emily, she is ten. She is in 6th grade, little advance for her age, but she is super smart. I've been looking after her since she was two. We lost our parents when I was eighteen. I only had 5 classes in Julliard before I came back. So…it should not be in there at all." She pointed at the paper in Chloe's hand.

Disregarding Beca's negativity she went on asking "So you look after her? only you?" Chloe was shocked. Beca was so young. Her future was completely interrupted.

Beca nodded…

"When WW hires you, who's going to look over your sister. I mean, you will be getting in at 9, and leaving at five most days… six even…of course the company will pay you extra, but we need to figure something out for your sister. WW really cares about their employees and their families. That's why i ask." Beca was stunned…she never thought about it really… Emily could just stay for an extracurricular…shit… those end at four… dammit…how does single moms do it? So much respect for them… Chloe watched Beca's face going from excited to thoughtful to concerned and to panicky in seconds.

"Think Beca think…!ok… Wait….GOT IT!"

"If I get hired – "

"WHEN" Chloe interrupted.

Beca chuckled.

"ok, when I get hired… I could push my lunch till 2 so I can go pick her up and ask my neighbor to look after her." Beca shrugged, she hated asking for favors… her neighbor was nice, but 5 days a week…" maybe I could pay Mrs. Lopez."

Chloe knew that Beca needed this job or else she wouldn't be here at all. But she also knew the girl won't be able to save money if she keeps coming and going spending her paycheck in gas and a nanny. Traffic sucked in Miami, the heat sucked, so that meant AC and AC means more gas.

"I know summer break starts soon, in two weeks, right? So how about this. I will provide transportation for your sister. Derek is my driver most of the times because I hate driving…New Yorker remember? He can pick her up from school and bring her to the label until you clock out. So, you get to save money!" Chloe felt like she just solved a Rubik's cube in like 10 seconds.

Beca noticed the slip…she tilted her head looking very intently at the redhead. They locked eyes and Chloe blushed. The redhead cleared her throat looking rather uncomfortable. "why…is she looking at me like that?" Chloe wondered.

"OH!…"

"Yeah. OH" the redhead's eyes widened like a cartoon. She said that out loud. "busted."

"Who are you Chloe Beale?"