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AN: I didn't mention before, but the 'teens' in this fic are around the ages of 24-25.

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Ah yes, it all began with a devious little plan. You can just see the wheels turning in that girl's head. In case you hadn't guessed it's me again! And I'm just here to give you a bit of insight on this matter. You see, Belle has been my best friend since kindergarten, and Brady—her amazingly hot, yet always annoying older brother—had been pulling my pigtails (literally) since then too. And you want to hear the kicker? He's my boss! That's right. I, Miriam Lockhart am one of the top fashion designers at the company Basic Black. And, Mr. Black is an executive making him my—as well as Belle's (she works along side her cutie of a brother)—boss. Needless to say neither of us were thrilled when Belle decided to play matchmaker.

Mimi rested her chin in the palm of one hand, absently tapping her pencil, which she held in the other, against the desk. Off in daydream land—or since she was still stuck on her Brett Miller 'issue' it was more like nightmare land—she didn't notice when Mr. Brady Black waltzed into her office with a disgruntled look on his handsome face.

"Lockhart!" he yelled. Startled, Mimi jumped.

"Jesus Brady! Way to give a girl a heart attack!" she held her hand across her chest; Mimi always was the drama queen. "Whatever the reason you barged in here for doesn't mean that you need to shave 5 years off my life," she fumed, her cheeks flaming red with anger.

"Mimi," he groaned, "I really don't think that I need to remind you that there is no sleeping on the job."

"Lighten up boss," she sneered, then added stiffly, "and FYI I wasn't sleeping…I was thinking."

"What's his name?" Brady smiled, slightly, and sat on the edge of her desk.

"What makes you think there's guy involved?" Mimi opened a random folder on her desk and leafed through its contents.

"With you, Meems, a guy is always involved…" he chuckled and grabbed the folder out of her hands.

"Well, this time it's not like that, alright?" she replied hotly.

"Got dumped again, huh?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, thanks for the outpour of sympathy Brady," Mimi said sarcastically. "Don't worry about Mimi, she gets dumped every other week, it's no big deal."

"Mimi I didn't mean it like that," he sighed. "If it's any consolation, I too was on the receiving end of 'it's not you it's me'," Brady gave a half-hearted laugh.

"You're kidding! Somebody dumped you?" she asked in disbelief. Mimi's eyes swept over Brady as he casually sat on her desk. The only word that she could muster up to describe him was Adonis. Seriously, the guy looked like he stepped out of a magazine. Blond hair, blue eyes, body of fore mentioned Greek God. You get the picture.

"Yes Meems," he laughed again, "us perfect people get dumped too."

"God, you're so conceited Brady," Mimi gave him a light shove so he tumbled off her desk, though still landing on his feet.

"Relax, Lockhart, it was a joke," he grinned and straightened his tie.

"Well it was a stupid joke, Black," she got up from her seat and walked towards him. "Now what did you come here for?" she placed her hands on her hips.

"I need those sketches for the Eddington account by tomorrow," he informed her. She nodded as he began to walk out the door, he paused then turned around. "And how about lunch this afternoon?"

"Oh, I wish I could Brady but I have a meeting with clients," she told him. "You know how work is," Mimi jested, as he let out an uneasy chuckle.

"No problem," he responded, but Mimi could have swore that she saw his face fall a bit as he walked out of her office.

"Yeah, like Brady would ever go for you Meems," she mumbled to herself as she sat back down and shuffled through some papers.

"What about my brother?" Belle leaned against the doorframe with a sly grin on lips.

"Jeez, do you Black siblings ever knock?" Mimi questioned.

"Oh, so Brady was here then?" Belle strode over to Mimi's desk.

"Well Belle, occasionally, my boss does drop by," she informed her prying friend.

"So it was a professional visit?" Belle asked.

"What's with the twenty questions Belle?" Mimi put down the papers neatly before her and laced her fingers together waiting for Belle's explanation.

"Nothing Meems," she giggled and dropped the subject. "I just came by to see if you wanted to join Shawn and I for dinner at The Penthouse Grill tonight."

"Sure," Mimi agreed.

"Perfect!" Belle exclaimed. "Meet us there at seven okay?"

"I'll be there with bells on," Mimi kidded.

"Great, so I'll see you tonight," Belle jogged out of her office.

"What is going on with her?" Mimi asked out loud. "Oh, God, I have got to stop talking to myself. I sound like those crazy people on soap operas," she laughed and shook her head.