"Okay, what do we have people?" Dwight Evans asked from where he was standing, in the conference room. They barely had 48 hours to get a presentation ready that would convince either Charlotte or Quinn Fabray that selling the company wasn't in their best interest. He had hoped that they would give them a week to prepare, but at least Santana had caught their mood and realized that if they left, they probably were never coming back. When no one offers anything a stressed look crosses Dwight's face. "Anyone?"

"Since we only have an audience of two, I've already begun to research them. Their likes and dislikes, what media they consume, what side of the political spectrum they're on," Sebastian said speaking up. "Russell may have been a Republican, but his daughter Lucy Quinn Fabray and her soulmate are both registered Democrats."

"That's good—I mean it's a start." Dwight said relieved. "We can work with that. But if we're going to do this, may I suggest that we don't make it obvious, this isn't an advertisement. But we can use some of the same principles when it comes to designing it." Dwight's eyes flick over the group of executives, only a few people are jotting things down and he frowns, ready to rip into them, when Santana raises her hand. "Santana?"

"We have an audience of three not two," Santana corrected.

Dwight blinked, "Do you think she's open to it?"

"I thought you said that Charlie stated that she wanted to burn this place to the ground." Sebastian immediately piped up; they didn't have time to invest into someone who might not be open to what they had to say.

"She did say that," Santana acquiesce immediately. "But, she's also the one that is entertaining this idea. They had every intention of leaving and not looking back, and yet she gave us till Friday to convince them. Not Quinn, not Rachel, Charlie did that. So, I don't think we should pin all our hopes on Quinn Fabray. We also can't discount the effect her soulmate will have on her."

"How would you know? You don't have one."

Santana's cheeks immediately flush and she looks at the person who spoke, and schools her face when she realizes that it's Dustin Goolsby, who is smirking at her as if what he had said was funny. She knew that part of the consequences of cutting her soulmate out of her life meant that she would be forced to deal with questions like this. "That doesn't mean that it's not—"

"Her soulmate is dead," Sebastian interrupts, looking up from his phone. "According to her Wikipedia page, her soulmate died when she was fifteen. So, we've only got to worry about Charlie, Quinn and Rachel. That should make it easier."

"And there you have it," Dustin says leaning back in his chair. "The only reason that she even agreed to this is because she thought that you two are the same. She probably thinks that your soulmate died, not that you chose to break the connection. In fact, it's probably best if you don't help Santana—she might change her mind once she realizes that you—"

"That's enough Dustin. Unless you have something constructive and productive to say, keep your mouth shut." Dwight interrupted coldly. He flicks his eyes towards Santana who had deflated slightly, it was a world filled with soulmates. Life happened, soulmates died before they could meet, Charlie's case was understandable and it was tragic. But to choose to break the bond before they had even met? It was unheard of and it made most people uneasy. She made him feel uneasy, but Santana wasn't some psychopath, she was a hard worker and she took chances that other people wouldn't take, like approaching Charlie directly. It had born fruit and they now had a chance to save thousands of jobs. So, ignoring the fact that it was like there was a dark cloud hanging over Santana, was remarkably easy.

"I am being constructive. She makes people uncomfortable. I know you feel it Dwight, because I feel it and everyone else in the office feels it as well. I don't know what it is, but being near her repulses—"

"Finish that sentence and you're done at this firm," Dwight hissed at Dustin.

"It's fine," Santana said, immediately trying to ease the tension in the room. She was used to this. She was used to people telling her that she felt wrong. It had hurt back when she was a teenager, who wanted to fit in, it hurt as an adult and made it impossible to date anyone. "Dustin's right. We need to remain focused on our goals, and that is to convince at least one of the Fabray twins that keeping the company is in their best interests. I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that, and if that means that I'm not there for the presentation then so be it. I'll help put together the presentation."

Dwight nodded, that sounded like a good idea, "Ideally we want both twins to agree, if only one agrees we might still have this problem in a few years. Santana and Sebastian, I need you two to find out everything that there is to know about all parties involved. Dustin, as the CFO, a financial report is necessary. We need to show them how healthy the company is. We should do a full diagnosis of the company, if we're open and honest it might help. That includes the good and the bad. If they think we're hiding things from them I imagine it'll look bad. We've barely got 48 hours so let's make every second count."

~ O ~

Santana sighed as she flicked through Charlie Fabray's Instagram, this was not how she had intended to spend her Wednesday night. It's not like she had any plans, but she had hoped to do something productive. Which generally meant scrolling through Pinterest and attempting projects that never turned out like the instructions she found online.

"Anything?"

Santana looks up at Dwight, "She doesn't know how to use a can opener," Santana said with a shrug. When Dwight shoots her a look, she sighs. "What? It was on Quinn's Instagram, and it was funny!"

"Anything useful?" Dwight specifies.

Santana picked up her notepad. "Apart from the fact that she was in the Air Force? No." Santana admits honestly. "Oh, and she has a thing for tattoos, from what I can gather she's about to get some work done." Santana adds. "None of this is helpful. It's surface stuff, stuff that is easily available on her Wikipedia page, which may or may not be true. I was going to check out some of her interviews next."

Dwight swore under his breath, "I've been wracking my memory but I can't remember a single conversation that Russell had about his children. It's weird, I show anyone who will listen how cute my twins are, and how far my son Sam has gotten, but there wasn't a single picture of his kids in his office and honestly I didn't even know that they existed."

"There aren't any pictures of them together either," Santana noted frowning. "Which is odd, Charlie was in a branch of the military, knowing Russell you'd think he'd be talking about it all the time," Santana opened Charlie's feed again and then her Wikipedia page. "Why are we focusing on the superficial? We should be focusing on why the twins were estranged from Russell. If we can find that reason, then at least we'll have some understanding of their attitude."

Dwight nodded, "I'm going to check in on Sebastian. If you find something, let me know."

Santana nodded and waved him off, as she studied Charlie's Wikipedia page, scrolling down to all the sources. Maybe if they were personal interviews, she'd learn something other than Charlie couldn't use basic kitchen tools. She immediately ignores any sources from TMZ and instead finds a link to a Rolling Stones article.

It takes a moment but the site loads on her computer and she's immediately intrigued by all the pictures, they had clearly done a photoshoot, as both Charlie and Quinn were on the cover. Both twins were wearing suits that were the inverse of each other, Quinn was in the all black suit and Charlie was in the all white shirt. Immediately she flicks through all the pictures, until she gets to the interview and the article.

She flicks through the opening questions, they're not important in the long run the interviewer is just making sure to plug their Netflix show and the new movie that Charlie stars in—her eyes focus on the scar on Charlie's right arm, and glances down at the next question, even as she touches her own right arm.

A bunch of your co-stars have said that you are a legitimate badass, that you do all your own stunts. I've watched your show, tell me that you have wires or something, because that shot of you leaping from that massive building onto that sloped roof before sliding down—what was it 20 storeys—25 storeys of windows gave me heart palpitations.

Quinn: How do you think I feel? I'm the one directing her! We did that in one take, because there was no way that I was going to watch her do that again. I was there when she broke her arm when we were kids, and I just had flashbacks that it was going to happen again except worse.

That's even more impressive. You've got a list of rather iconic stunts, what goes through your mind when you're doing them? You haven't even been in the industry for very long, and you've already made a name for yourself. Aren't you afraid of—getting hurt or dying?

Charlie: I don't really think about anything. I learned from that incident when I was younger. I needed to get screws and everything, it sucked. You would think that after an incident like that I'd be afraid of heights or trees. Or both, but I got my jump wings in the Air Force, and I've climbed trees post broken arm. If you want to blame anyone, blame my grandmother. The moment I got that cast off, and the doctors gave the all clear she took me back to the tree and told me to climb it. I was five, I think.

Your Grandmother sounds like she did a good job of getting you back on that horse. You two were raised by your grandparents, weren't you? When did that happen?

Quinn: Four, I think?

Charlie: I think it was when we were four. My father hit me so hard that he gave me a concussion and broke my nose.

Quinn: He broke my collarbone in that incident.

That sounds horrific.

Quinn: I mean from what we were told it started when we were babies, so we don't have a lot of concrete memories. But from what Rachel tells me she started getting bruises when she was young and her fathers freaked out.

Rachel Berry, the Broadway superstar?

Quinn: Yes, we're soul bonded. Basically, what that means is that our bond is stronger than most other soulmate bonds. When I get hurt, she gets hurt and vice versa, we share everything. It's such a deep connection like there are times when I swear that we're psychic.

And you Charlie?

Charlie: Fifteen years ago, on the fifth of March, my soulmate died. I never met them. I remember that day because it was the worst day of my life. I spiraled for—

Santana's body went rigid, and she tears her eyes away from the article and grabs her phone where she opens up Charlie's Wikipedia page. The broken arm, the broken nose—she'd had echoes of those injuries as well. It could mean nothing there were thousands of children who were abused and would have those injuries—but the date. March 5th, 2005, that was the day that she had broken her soulmate bond. It was the day her life had changed for the worst. Charlie was about a year younger than her.

It was a possibility, and now that she thought about it, Charlie hadn't had a visceral reaction when she entered the room. She hadn't noticed it, but Charlie had treated her like a normal human being. True Charlie had been rude and dismissive, but Charlie had been rude and dismissive to everyone. That didn't mean she was special and it didn't mean that Charlotte Fabray was her soulmate. All of this could be one fucked up coincidence.

Santana bites her lip, and flicks her eyes back to the Rolling Stones Interview. But what if—what if it wasn't?