Santana made a face as she looked at the information Rachel had sent her, it was just a small stupid bit role in a soap opera. She should have known that Rachel wouldn't be the greatest help, and probably had a list of acting jobs that she was keeping for herself.

The fact that she was even considering taking on this stupid job, was only because Charlie had implied that she was getting old and would probably insist on a younger model to take her place when this year was over. Sure, it wasn't Charlie had actually said, and she wasn't satisfied that the twat-waffle meant anything by her comments, but Sue had been preaching about that since she started. Of course, Sue's solution was to get knocked up by a married client, who would pay anything to keep the secret quiet. So, she'd try for this bit role and if it didn't work, she would totally go back to school and maybe finally try and get into law school like her parents wanted.

At least it was an open casting call, which meant that she didn't need to have an agent just yet and she could—a firm knock on her door causes her to look up from her laptop. She frowns, and glances at her phone which still didn't have any missed messages. Charlie had texted her earlier wanting to come over, but she had rebuffed the billionaire, her general moodiness and Charlie's usual dickish behavior wouldn't be a good mix. She sighs and gets up to open the door, raising a brow when she spots Charlie carrying a laptop bag and two pizza boxes. "I thought you weren't coming today."

Charlie raised a brow as Santana stepped aside letting her in, Santana was not her first choice. But Sebastian was currently having an orgy, Quinn was meeting with some constituents, and Dani was on a plane to Qatar or Dubai, or maybe it was in Seoul, she really needed to keep better track of her girlfriend. Either way that left her with three options, and having dinner with her parents, or expanding her group of friends both seemed like they required effort or opening her pocket book and she wasn't really in the mood to do either. "I brought pizza," she says finally taking a step into the apartment and making her way to the couch.

Santana frowned, "Look I mean I suppose I can give you a blowjob—"

Charlie rolled her eyes as she dumped the pizza onto the coffee table and flops on the couch, "You suppose? I thought that this was supposed to be your job, you know seduction. I don't want a suppose. I'm not into it unless you are."

Santana crossed her arms, "And yet here you are, after I told you that I wasn't feeling it today, it's that time of month and unless you're into that—" she trails off as Charlie opens a pizza and grabs a slice. She frowns and sighs moving to her fridge and grabbing some beer that she had picked up and grabbed some napkins before heading back and placing them beside Charlie.

Charlie doesn't say anything as she grabs her laptop and pulls it out, ignoring the grease she's getting on it as she opens it. "I need someone to keep me out of trouble."

Santana glanced over at Charlie, some of her clients had paid just for her company, she couldn't exactly be picky right now. She had never minded those clients, they had just been lonely. "Is that second pizza for me?"

Charlie nods making sure to shovel more of the pizza into her face, "I ordered what you asked for last time."

"You remembered?" Santana asks in disbelief as she flips open the top of the pizza. Sure, enough Charlie had remembered her order and she grabs a napkin, glancing at Charlie who still couldn't be bothered to use one and picks out a slice. "What sort of trouble?"

Charlie shrugs, the last time she'd been left to her own devices, there had been some rather intense gambling done. Poker was not her strong suit and it had taken her being down nearly five million dollars to realize that poker was not for her. She was far too cheap to figure out what else wasn't for her. "I need to get some work done," she says after a moment, opening up her emails.

Santana blinks twice and nibbles on her pizza before shrugging and picking up her own laptop, "You're lonely, got it."

"I am not—"

"Look, can we just agree to be honest, I don't really care about the reason you want to show up, but if you're lonely then that's okay. Everyone gets lonely, it's not some personal failing. Your personality is a personal failing." Santana says flatly.

"I was under the opinion that part of your job was to tell me what I wanted to hear," Charlie points out.

"Yeah. In bed, you're a decent lay," Santana responds, knowing her words were getting under Charlie's skin. She smirks when Charlie scowls at her, "I just said that we should be honest with one another, I'm sure you pay plenty of people to lie to you, which is why you're here and not dealing with your other friends."

"There are days when I don't feel like navigating who actually wants to spend time with me because they enjoy my company, or someone who is only getting close to me for my money. This is one of those days, I at least know where I stand with you," Charlie says. "You think I'm a self-absorbed billionaire."

"You are a self-absorbed billionaire, nothing you've shown me disproves that point," Santana informs her watching to see if she had pushed Charlie to far, but Charlie wasn't yelling she was just listening to her, probably preparing some retort. "But at least you're extremely talented with that dick of yours, so I mean it almost makes your presence tolerable."

"Is this how you talked to all your other clients?" Charlie asked raising a brow. No one talked to her like that, and she was torn between being amused or annoyed.

"I never did exclusivity before, and even if you weren't my first, you just stated that you didn't want to deal with worrying about what people's intentions are. I'm going to be honest with you, so you always know where exactly you stand and what I think of you. Unless you want me to lie to you."

"I don't," Charlie says with a smirk, if Santana wasn't going to lie anymore she was going to see how far she could dig. "So sexually I'm one of the best right?"

Santana flicks her eyes to Charlie, seeing the devious smirk and rolls her eyes. "I said I wasn't going to lie to you, not that I was going to answer all your questions."

Charlie scowled at this and goes back to checking her emails quietly, well that hadn't worked and she grows bored a few seconds later and leans in and looks over Santana's shoulder to see what she was doing. It was probably better than reading over reports and then formulating a response that wasn't rude.

Santana immediately closes her laptop and looks at Charlie, glaring at her. "Do you mind?"

"I think we both know the answer to that. I'm glad you took my advice and are looking for a job," Charlie says.

"Whatever, the last thing I need is you pulling the strings behind my back—"

"That would require more effort on my part." Charlie interrupts and goes back to looking her email growing bored again.

Santana scoffed, "Excuse me if I don't believe you. You're the one that paid off my parent's debt like it was nothing."

"I paid off your parent's debt because I could, it's a tax write-off. I looked into your past, to make sure that you weren't some poor trafficked girl, and that you were actually giving me consent. It also satisfied my curiosity that it wasn't one of the situations where you were being pressured to do something." Charlie flicks her eyes over Santana carefully. "The reason I don't ask people to give jobs to my friends, is because it changes the transactional agreement. I don't like being the one owing people favors, because next thing I know they want me to put their ill-equipped college graduate in a position of power in my company and they are not qualified for it."

Santana frowns, still not trusting Charlie to interfere on her behalf. "It's a bit role in a soap opera, it pays like shit, seven hundred per episode, but it's a foot in the door."

"Are you going to play the evil doctor who kidnaps the baby?" Charlie snorts.

Santana rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing it was a stupid bit role, certainly not that dramatic. "I don't actually know what the role is until I get there."

"Well, good luck," Charlie says with a shrug.

Santana nods and opens back up her laptop and frowns, "You think it's a stupid idea, don't you? Maybe I should just get a normal job or go to law school."

"You want to be a lawyer?"

"My parents want me to be a lawyer, that's what they think I'm doing here in New York, working as a paralegal. I mean it would make sense wouldn't it? That's a job—"

Charlie shrugged, "They're both jobs, both open you up to different career paths, I mean you're still relatively young, and it's not like I'm here all the time, so at least attempt both." Charlie paused for a moment, "I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't gone to MIT. It broke my parent's heart that I didn't go to some Ivy League school. They stopped caring after I was on the cover of Forbes Magazine as someone to watch under 30. So, I mean parents expectations can be managed."

"My parents want me to be able to pay my own bills and have a decent life, they don't actually care what I do, if so long as I can support myself and get a job with insurance or something." Santana admits before making a note of the time that they were asking people to meet for the audition. "I think I'm going to at least try, if I don't get the part then I don't get the part. I'll also get my bachelor's. At least I won't have any debt."

"See you have a plan."

"Do you?" Santana asks, she was probably getting ahead of herself but she needed to know what Charlie planned to do if she actually got the role. "If I get this role, I'm probably not going to be at your beck and call. You're not going to fire me and get a younger model, are you?"

Charlie made a face, "No. I have no intention of getting someone else, I've grown comfortable with you insulting me. I'm perfectly fine not to have sex every day—" Charlie sees the question before Santana can ask it. "I just can't wait eighteen months to have sex. I'm not celibate."

Santana winced, sure her job was to have sex but before that she had a very healthy sex life the idea of going eighteen months without or with very little sex would drive her up the wall. "I get it, that's no way to live."

"Right?" Charlie puffed out her cheeks. "I managed six months, and that's when Sebastian dragged me to Sue's, I was about ready to rip someone's head off," she feels Santana patting her shoulder. "Skype sex wasn't doing it anymore. I felt like a teenager with how often I was masturbating."

Santana picks up her bottle of beer and holds it up as Charlie does the same, "Here's to having a healthy sex life."

"Amen to that," Charlie said clinking her beer against Santana's.