Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

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Chapter 1 - Back To The Future

Theresa drives through Rodeo Dr. in search of her latest clients home. Traveling all the way from Harmony to California would wear most people out,

But not her

With no rest and little food most people would be cranky and in-need of a nap and room service

But not her

She was always not the ordinary girl who just followed the rules, got married and had kids. Most people looked at her as insane or just plain loca as her mother would say. But the thing about her is she isn't afraid to be different, she isn't afraid to be an individual.

She pulls up to the sidewalk as she speaks into the intercom of her new client. Even though she is nervous she knows that things will go well. After all she always makes a good impression.

"Hello Ms., may I help you" speaks the maid through the intercom

"I am looking for the owner of this house. He invited me here today 12 noon and to come to his house. He wanted to presented a proposal to me featuring my clothing line." replied Theresa

"Hold on Ms. Lopez- Fitzgerald, you will be let in in a moment." the maid said

As the gates opened up, she could see that her future was getting brighter and brighter as she drove towards the white house.

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Fox sits in his car as he looks at his watch and notices in 5 mins, he will be late for work. He wasn't usually late but without Theresa there to wake him up, as he is use to her 6 o'clock calls for breakfast and coffee, he forgot to set his alarm and ended waking up late. As he moves through traffic in an unpleased manner, all he could think about was Theresa.

How was she doing?

What was she doing?

With who?

These were the questions that came to mind when he was thinking of Theresa right now. It bugged him that she is somewhere in California, possibly picking up guys and enjoying the sun. Enjoying her life….without him. Since he could never admit he had feelings for the little Latin dreamer, he pushed off his jealousy and longing as just being concerned for a friend's well being. It seems lately his dreams won't let him rest with just that though. Every night he has dreams about kissing her, dating her, making love to her, heck, even marrying her. It's no wonder why he feels this way; he can't get her out of his head.

As his last thought passes through his head, he pulls into his reserved parking space at Crane Industries. He hates it here cause his brother works here, but what can you do when you are going to be the Crain heir, after all.

"Hello Fox, you're late!" smiled Ethan

"Yeah I know," replied Fox

"Well I would watch my tardiness if I was you Fox, it may cost you Crane Industries" answered Ethan

"Who will I lose it to you, or perhaps that bubbling idiot of a father? But wait a minute, you're no longer a Crane, and Julian is halfway on his ass out in the cold streets of Harmony. Oh sure, I have some gruesome competition." replied Ethan

"I may not be a Crane anymore by blood, but Grandfather favors me nonetheless over you."

"First of all he is not your grandfather anymore, and second of all Grandfather only favors money and anyone that will help him make it. And that happens to me, Numero Uno!" exclaimed Fox

As Ethan was about to attack his younger brother the elevator door opened stopping at their floor and Alistair popped up and said

"Hello gentlemen! Welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives!"