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Author's Note: I know I said I wanted to do a Sierra chapter, but I just couldn't pen her character. And with Sierra being a regular this season, I think I'll tune into TDWT tonight to see more of her, then write justice to her. Anyways, I kinda picked this pairing because A) its crazy and B) how did Owen get back on TDA? I mean, we all know the story, but wanna know what really happen? Hmm? Hmm? -waggles eyebrow-
Well, hope you like it. And I like reviews, so you know what to do! (:
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"Please can I speak to Mr. Maclean?" a chubby, but pretty middle-aged woman asked Chris's assistant in her Canadian accent. "It's really important. And it'll just take a moment. Promise!"
The secretary rolled her eyes but had no choice to let the tubby blonde in after she flashed her a VIP pass.
"Excuse me? Mr. Maclean?" the woman said, knocking on the door, then stepping in. She nervously clutched her purse as he swiveled around in his spinny chair.
"...Yes?" Chris raised his eyebrow, bored. "Can I help you? Actually, scratch that. I don't want to. Go away."
Her lip quivered a little bit and Chris sighed.
"Fine. What? And make it quick. I've got a hair appointment in ten," Chris said, impatiently tapping his fingers on his desk.
"Well, um, uh," she started to stutter. Chris motioned for her to speak, "You know my son, Owen, right?"
Chris was visibly shocked. He coughed a little before saying, "You're Owen's mom?"
"Yes, well, um," she continued.
"I'd think you were like his older sister or something," Chris said in complete sincerity, his eyes wide.
She started to blush, "Oh, that doesn't work for old women like myself!"
"How old are you?" Chris asked her.
"You can't-" she tried to brush it off, but cowered under his intense glare, "Thirty four."
"Mmhmm," Chris nodded. "So, what can I help you with, uh..." he said, fishing for a name.
"Alaine," she finished for him. "Mr. Maclean-"
"Call me Chris," he interrupted.
"Well, see, there was... There was a misunderstanding," Alaine started to explain the situation.
After she finished, Chris nodded, "Bummer. Sucks to be you, I guess. Well, time's a wasting. I gotta go. Nice talking to ya," he said and snapped before taking his feet off the desk and getting up.
"Wait, wait!" she waddled over to him. "Aren't you going to help me?"
"Me, Chris Maclean? Help you, some contestant's mother?" Chris raised an eyebrow incredulously. She nodded slowly, her eyes watery.
Maybe Chris saw the desperation in her eyes. Or maybe he had felt a certain sympathy for her. Or maybe he was a little bit taken by her beautiful eyes, rosy complexion and round cheeks. Or maybe he was high off tuning into that chick-flick marathon on Lifetime last night.
But finally, he conceded. Chris put his jacket down and walked up to Alaine, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"I'm sure there's something we can work out," he told her with a little smile.
Right now, he was in company of a sweet, beautiful woman. His hair could wait.
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Hmm. Must mean a lot of he's willing to miss his hair appointment xD
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