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"Mr. Cohen," a woman's voice called as she opened the door to Seth's office.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Beth Jackson. I was hoping you could help me out. I'm in need of a job."

"Oh so you're here about the secretary position?" Seth asked.

Beth nodded.

"Please have a seat," Seth offered.

"Thank you. I'm a little nervous."

"Do you have a resume or anything for me?"

"Oh sure. Here," Beth handed her resume to Seth, brushing her fingers against his when he grabbed the paper.

Beth smiled and blushed before looking away. Seth grinned to himself and shook his head before quickly making the grin vanish.

After a few minutes of looking over her resume, Seth glanced up at Beth. Beth was peeling the fingernail polish off her nails with a bored expression that reminded him of Summer.

Seth cleared his throat. Beth put her hands in her lap quickly and smiled at him.

"Your credentials look very nice. You're more than qualified for the position. If you could come back in a day or two after I have time to check your references, we can discuss possibly hiring you," Seth explained, nodding to himself.

"Are you serious?"

"Uh, yes."

"Oh thank you! Thank you so much! I'll be in touch with you tomorrow," Beth exclaimed, jumping up and hugging Seth. "Or I could be in touch with you before then," she added softly as she pulled away.

"Um, actually I try not to-to uh be in contact with my employees, or well possible employees," Seth stuttered.

"I didn't mean to suggest anything," Beth said slowly.

"Oh right. Of course. Sorry," Seth apologized with a weak smile.

Beth laughed and shook her head, "Thank you, Mr. Cohen."

"Uh just call me Seth. Everybody around here does."

"Thank you, Seth. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

With that Beth walked out of the office, swinging her hips more than she had when she walked in. She paused at the door and offered Seth a coy grin. Seth's eyes widened and he took a deep breath as she shut the door.

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"I'm telling you, Ryan. She wanted me," Seth said for the fifth time.

"She wanted a job, Seth. Women flirt to get jobs. It happens," Ryan sighed.

"No. She wanted me."

"So are you going to hire her then?"

"I don't know. I mean she's more than qualified but…well if she wants me then it could get complicated," Seth shrugged.

"Seth, I really doubt she wanted you. No offense…but if she's qualified then hire her. If she comes on to you, then you can decide to fire her or whatever."

"Right. So I'll hire her."

"Okay."

"Alright. Awesome. I have new secretary," Seth smiled uneasily.

"Just relax. It'll be fine," Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

"Right."

"So did you talk to Summer today?" Ryan asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah," Seth said flatly.

"Don't sound so excited."

"It's just- well all she did was go on and on about this K.C. guy, her co-star. He's so nice. He's so funny He's so…blah," Seth grimaced.

"Sounds like you're jealous."

"Me? Jealous of some…actor? Please!"

Ryan just gave him the sideways glance.

"Alright. Maybe a little. But he's some famous actor guy who gets to spend the next four months with Summer while I'm stuck here," Seth confessed.

"He's probably just like David or Billy. Would you get worked up over them?"

"If they got to spend all this time with Summer in Australia without me? Yes."

"Seth."

"Ok. Maybe. I don't know. But he's not David or Billy. He's K.C. I don't even know this guy."

"Exactly. You don't know him so you can't hate him yet," Ryan pointed out.

"Yet! Doesn't mean I won't later!"

"Doesn't mean you will."

"Look, all I know is I don't get to see my fiancé but on my one phone call with her today, all she did was talk about some other guy who does get to be with my fiancé," Seth worried.

"Don't worry about it. Don't jump to any conclusions. She's made a new friend. She just wanted to tell you about him."

"Like you would be thrilled if Marissa made new friends," Seth snorted.

"She's my wife. It's different," Ryan smirked.

"Whatever, man."

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"So tell me about him."

"What's there to tell?" Summer laughed.

"What's he like? What's he look like? What are his hobbies? What kind of job does he have? Is he rich? Is he nice? Is he funny? Charming? An incredible hunk?" K.C. teased.

"He's…he's Cohen. I don't know."

K.C. motioned with his hand for her to continue. It was the three o'clock in the morning and this was the forth night they've stayed up late talking. It was also the first time that K.C.'s ever asked about Summer's fiancé.

"Ok. Well…he's nice. Very funny. Charming? Not exactly, but thinks he is," Summer laughed. "Alright so maybe he's a little charming," she confessed with a blush.

"Rich good-looking Newport kid?"

"Technically yes, but he's really not like that. He's sweet. A little dorky, but so sweet."

"Dorky? Doesn't really sound like the Summer Roberts type. I never pictured you as a dork loving girl."

"Neither did I…but ya know what they say," Summer bit her lip to fight her grin.

"No what?"

"What?"

"You said you know what they say. What do they say?" K.C. chuckled.

"I have no idea."

They both started laughing again.

"Tell me about this dorky guy," K.C. prodded.

"Well, he loves comic books…and video games…and he has this plastic horse…Captain Oats. Oats was like his friend in high school. It sounds really weird but it's actually kind of cute. His grandfather is like majorly rich and so are his parents. But he's not like your typical rich kid. He's pretty much the farthest thing from stuck up. He wasn't popular in high school. He's never really been suave. But the boy has a way with words. Despite of all his incessant rambling, he always manages to say the right things to make me weak…so basically he just tells me the truth, which is a hell of a lot more than anyone else has done," Summer explained.

"So you have trust issues?"

"No! Well maybe a little."

"So he's this perfect guy who you never thought would be perfect."

"Cohen? Perfect? Please! He annoys me to no end. We fight like all the time. He thinks he knows everything. He has more defects than a virus-infected computer from 1992. But I'd like to think that I am wonderful enough that I can look past all of that," Summer joked.

"So high school sweethearts then?"

Summer nodded, "He's had a thing for me since the third grade. I mean he was off my radar entirely but he somehow won me over."

"Sounds like you had a stalker," K.C. teased.

"Basically," Summer snorted.

They smiled at each other for a minute.

"Well it's getting late. We should really go. I need some sleep and you, you need to brush up on your lines," Summer giggled.

"Me? Who was messing up today? I believe that was you."

"Yeah right. I was perfect."

"There's no such thing," K.C. countered.

"There so is and you're looking at it."

"I don't see a mirror."

"Shut up," Summer said rolling her eyes.

"Come on, Oscar. You know you like it. Mr. Cohen may not be perfect but clearly I am," K.C. grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Ew! Gross. You're so weird."

"Weird is good. I can live with that. Shall we?" K.C. asked, holding open the door of her trailer for her.

"Thank you, Mr. Armen."

"You're welcome, Miss Roberts."

Then K.C.'s cell phone rang.

"Sorry, I've gotta get this. I'll see you tomorrow on set," K.C. smiled and walked to his car as he answered his phone.

Summer pulled out her cell phone to call Seth.

"I wonder what time it is in California," she thought out loud.

At K.C.'s car

"I just left her trailer," K.C. said. "What do you think…nah, we haven't. We just talked…yeah that's what they are calling it these days, because that's all it is…don't worry about it man…I'm K.C. Armen, when do I not hit that…of course I will…yeah she's got a fiancé but he's in California and I'm here…be realistic, man…yeah, I'll give you all the details…trust me, when it happens I'll tell you all about it…what do you take me for? Of course I want some of the profits…I'll get you in…you get pictures of us, pictures of the big affair, and then we split the profits…I don't care. Sure she's a sweet girl but she's totally hot and a celebrity. She's like asking for it…yeah I'll talk to you tomorrow."

With that K.C. hung up and got in his car grinning.

(AN: And so the true drama begins! I love making evil characters! Um hope u liked it. I'll be sure to post more soon! Keep on reading, folks! And thanks for the reviews...they encourage me to keep it up and keep it coming more and more! So yeah thanks! Keep reading!)