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The Connect 3 boys stood in the parking lot early the next morning, waiting for the arrival of their manager, Benjamin Hoffman. They had taken to calling him Benny over the years.

Shane examined his expensive, gold wristwatch. "One more minute," he said, knowing Benny would be there within the next sixty seconds. Benny was never late.

"I've missed Benny," Jason said cheerfully. "Do you think he'll bring presents?"

"I don't think he'll be in the mood for presents today, Jase." Nate frowned and darted an angry glance at Shane.

The pop star pretended not to notice and removed his Aviators from his shirt collar. He placed them on his face and crossed his arms over his chest.

On cue, a black Lincoln pulled into the shell parking lot and parked in an empty space. The engine cut, and the door opened. Benny stepped out, in full business mode: a dark suit, brown hair slicked back, and expensive Italian shoes. Sometimes when he saw the boys he dressed casually, with a button down and dark jeans, but this wasn't a casual visit. Benjamin Hoffman had business to attend to.

"Benny!" Jason exclaimed, running towards his manager. Shane and Nate followed slowly. Jason stopped short when he saw Benny's hands were empty. "Where's my present?"

"Not this time, Big J." The thirty-five-year-old gave an apologetic smile before turning his attention to the reason for his visit. "What have you gotten yourself into this time, Shane?"

"Oh, your best buddy Nate didn't tell you?" he responded sarcastically.

Nate curled his fists into balls, and his face turned red at his band mate's teasing.

Benny sighed. "It was a rhetorical question."

"What's that?" Jason asked.

Before anyone could answer, a voice called out from across the camp.

"Excuse me!" The British accent was unmistakably Brown. Each man turned his attention to see the Brit stomping towards them. "Shane, Nate, Jason…" He arrived at the parking lot. "Who's this?"

"I'm Benjamin Hoffman, their manager and agent." He extended his hand for a shake.

Brown ignored it. "Oh, so you're the one Shane kept threatening to call his first summer here." Benny winced. "You turned my nephew into quite the spoiled brat."

Benny straightened his tie and cleared his throat. "But, if you can remember, that's why I sent him here in the first place. To get his act together."

"Right, you screwed him up, and then I had to fix him."

"I'm right here, ya know!" Shane glowered behind his sunglasses.

"And now I'm here to fix a problem that occurred under your supervision," Benny countered.

"Under my supervision?" Brown snorted. "I'm not a babysitter. I've got loads other to worry about than what this idiot does in his free time." He jutted his thumb towards Shane.

"Dude, you can't call your nephew an idiot!" Shane threw his arms up in the air.

"You are an idiot," Nate muttered under his breath.

"Now do you mind telling me what business you have at my camp with my employees?" Brown asked , grabbing the fist Shane was attempting to punch Nate with.

"I told you." Benny smoothed out his suit. "I am here to address an issue concerning one of my boys."

"Your boys?"

"Yes. Connect 3 are like sons to me."

"But you didn't get me a present," Jason said with a pout.

"Drop it, Jason," Nate ordered.

"You do not have my permission to be on these grounds," Brown said with a deep frown. "I know the situation to which you are referring, and I do not think this is the place to address it. I find this very unprofessional of you, and don't appreciate that you will be interfering in the lives of my employees. They may be 'your boys,' but they are my staff this summer, as well as Mitchie Torres." He narrowed his eyes. "You have one hour. And then you better be gone."

"I think I'll need more than an hour," Benny said.

"You have one hour," Brown repeated. "If you are not gone by then I will call the authorities and report you for trespassing. And if you upset my counselor, then you'll have me to answer to. Got it?"

Benny put on a fake smile, humoring the camp director. "Yup. Got it."

Brown turned to Shane. "I want to see you in my office as soon as this wanker leaves."

As Brown stalked off, Benny glared at his back.

"Did he just call me a wanker?" Benny asked.

"What's that?" Jason said.

"A wanker," Shane said. "You know. Someone who jacks off." He made a rude motion with his hand to help describe it to Jason.

Jason's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god, I'm a wanker!"

Shane stopped making the masturbation motion and instead put his hand to his face. Meanwhile Nate and Benny were both red in the face, Benny trying not to laugh and Nate majorly embarrassed.

"What?" Jason asked innocently.

Benny chuckled. "Let's just get to business. So, Shane, where is this," he winced, "child?"

"Uh… Yeah. About that." Shane rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I kinda took care of it. So we won't be needing you anymore, Benny." He gave a fake smile. "So you can go home now. Have a safe trip."

Benny caught hold of the back of Shane's shirt as the singer tried to run away. "Hold on there, Hot Shot," Benny said. "What do you mean you took care of it?"

"I…" Shane swallowed.

"Please tell me you didn't go over there last night," Nate spoke up. Shane didn't answer, and Nate let out a growl. "You never listen! I told you Benny said to stay away! And you just walked right over there. Do you enjoy making things difficult, Shane?"

"Well, actually—"

"Oh shut up." Nate ran a hand through his curls. "You're going to make my hair turn gray before I'm twenty. You know that, right?"

"Alright, Nate, calm down." Benny put a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I didn't expect Shane to obey orders anyway."

Shane dramatically touched his hand to his heart. "You have so much faith in me."

"Just bring me to the kid."

Alex waited for Mitchie to return from the bathroom, where she'd been giving Sam a bath in the sink. She stayed put, trying to grab a few extra minutes of sleep, but even with the bed all to herself, she couldn't force herself back into slumber.

Now she looked out the screen door, over the grounds of the camp, tired as could be. Sleeping her and Mitchie in a twin bed, while it seemed romantic, proved to be very uncomfortable. After two nights of it, her back was screaming at her. She groaned and stretched, muscles stretching painfully yet soothingly. Maybe there was a spell she could use to combine the two twin beds in the cabin, but in her tired, foggy mind, she could not remember it for the life of her. But no… She had to try to adjust to life without magic, or so Mitchie had told her when Alex had groggily brought it up as Mitchie climbed out of bed that morning.

Damn did she need coffee. She'd searched the kitchen the day before when she got a few spare moments, but couldn't find the caffeinated beverage anywhere. You'd think it would be a must to have around the camp with all these spoiled rich kids, but apparently not. How was she going to survive the summer with no coffee?

Just as she was about to turn away from the door and dress into her clothes for today, something caught her eye. It was a group of four males who had just rounded a corner of one of the cabins. Three of them she recognized right away, they were Connect 3. But the oldest guy, the one leading the pack, she didn't recognize at all. He was decked out in a fancy suit, much too hot for the Mississippi summer weather.

A single glimpse of him put a bad taste in Alex's mouth. He looked like the typical Hollywood greaseball, and she wasn't happy about his presence one bit. It was obvious that they were on their way to her and Mitchie's cabin, as well. Alex was just glad her girlfriend and son weren't back yet. Maybe she could get rid of them.

She moved from the door and went to sit in a chair in the corner of the room and waited. She crossed her arms over her chest, eyes fixed on the screen for when the men appeared.

The strange man came into view first. He peaked into the cabin through the screen, looking around. He didn't seem to see Alex, though. The man knocked on the door.

Alex hesitated, then answered, "No one's home."

The man frowned. "I hear you."

"No you don't."

His eyes continued to scan the room, finally landing on Alex. "I see you."

She sat perfectly still, not making a single movement. Maybe if she didn't move, they'd go away.

"I still see you," the man said, opening the door.

"I did not invite you in!" Alex jumped out the chair and crossed the wooden floor, barefooted. She was still in her pajamas: boxers and an old t-shirt, as opposed to this man and his fancy suit. "Get out of my cabin." She caught the eye of Shane over the man's shoulder, and sent him a glare.

"Are you Mitchie Torres?" Suit Guy asked, pushing past Alex and walking inside.

"No," Alex spat. "Get out."

"I don't think so, Mitchie," the guy in the suit said with a smug smile.

"That's not Mitchie, Benny. She's not lying," Shane said from the doorway. "Sorry about this, Alex," he said lowly.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," she said sarcastically.

"Hi, Alex!" Jason waved enthusiastically. "Remember me?"

"Well then if you're not Mitchie, then where is she?"

Alex stood her ground defensively. "Who wants to know?"

"Benjamin Hoffman, manager and agent of Connect 3." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card, handing it to her.

Alex took it. "Thanks, I can use this to spit my gum into later." She threw it on the ground without looking at it. "Is that supposed to impress me or something?"

"Alex, where's Mitchie?" Shane stepped in.

Alex glanced out the window, and to her horror, saw Mitchie making her way to the cabin, balancing Sam on her hip. Thinking quickly, she rushed past the band standing at her door and outside.

"Alex?" Mitchie asked as she saw her girlfriend running towards her.

"Mitchie, go, run!" She skidded to a halt. "There's a man, with a suit, and he's scary, and I don't like him. Take Sam and go!"

"What are you talking about? You're not making any sense."

Alex placed her hand on her hip, trying to soothe the stitch in her side. "Shane… He brought someone. A manager guy. This feels bad, Mitch."

"Did he say what he wanted?" Her eyes traveled to the cabin, where she could see four figures standing inside.

"He wants to see you."

Mitchie threw her shoulders back and summoned her courage. "Then let's go."

"Mitch…"

"If we run they'll just find us again."

"I'll hide us in the wizard world!" Alex said quickly. "I don't know why I never thought of it before."

"But Sam and I aren't wizards," Mitchie said. "And what happens next year when Max turns eighteen? Then you lose your powers, and we have to return to the mortal world. And then we'll be in big trouble for hiding Sam." She sighed. "We just have to get this over with."

Alex kicked the dirt. "I guess."

Mitchie gave her a small smile. "And if we really need to, I give you permission to do a spell to get us out of trouble."

"Really?" She perked up.

"Really. Now let's go be adults."

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