"She knows you; she likes you—she fired Dustin because of you. Not to mention you're our Chief Marketing Officer, this is practically your job."

"That's not even remotely true," Santana responds crossing her arms over her chest. "You're the acting CEO, you do it."

"She doesn't trust me," Dwight retorted. "Neither one of them do. For whatever reason she trusts you."

"She doesn't know me," Santana protested, though she suspected it was falling on deaf ears.

Dwight let out a sigh, "Santana, she fired Goolsby because he was talking about you. I know this isn't exactly your wheelhouse but this is an important job if you want to move any higher in this company. Russell wined and dined clients, I do, Dustin did. I know you have your condition and that's why it wasn't expected of you but she didn't seem to care."

Santana sighed, clearly there was no getting through to Dwight. And just when she had begun to believe that she was in the clear when it came to making a decision about Charlie. If she never saw Charlie again then she would just be able to ignore the fact that she had found her soulmate. "You know how difficult it is for me to get onto planes."

"First class tickets and a really nice hotel Santana, we would rent you a car, however after discussing it with Charlie's manager, it was decided that you would use her driver, for the day since she'll be on set shooting some scenes. You'll be meeting her for dinner."

"I feel—"

"Santana your feelings don't matter at this moment, I am trying to save everyone's jobs by making this company extremely profitable. I know that you don't want to do this, but I'm asking you to make one trip down there, and then train the person you want to replace you. Don't make this a bigger issue than it is, it's one trip down to Atlanta Santana. One trip. I know I can trust you."

Santana groaned, "Fine. But it had better be a really nice Hotel," she shakes her head. "And a really nice restaurant."

"Oh, Charlie's picking the restaurant."

Santana sighed; she could already feel a headache coming on. "I just need to go over the financials and possible contracts that we're seeking?"

"Be honest, you'll be in meetings with all the heads of departments before you fly off, it's going to be an extremely busy week for you Santana."

"Joy," Santana said flatly because that was what she wanted.

"You're going to have dinner with a B-list celebrity, the horror," Dwight grumbled. He hadn't expected Santana of all people to be against going to have dinner with Charlie.

Santana rolled her eyes and turned around and left. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She had already made her peace about not telling Charlie, let alone seeing her again. Still their bond was broken, it probably wouldn't be the end of the world if she had dinner once with Charlie.

~ O ~

"—They were so tangled and mashed together, that we couldn't differentiate between friend or foe." There was a pregnant pause, as Charlie closes her eyes and folds her hands in her lap. There was pain in her voice, and a look of sorrow and regret on her face as she opened her eyes. "So, we proceeded to bury them all here, and forgo our usual customs of the empire."

"I—"

Charlie turns to look at the woman who is standing beside her, a sad smile on her face. "That was my first royal command."

"And cut!" Artie Abrams yelled, as he wheeled himself over to talk to his stars. "Charlie you were perfect, I really felt the horror you went through on the battlefield and the regret you felt. But I'm going to need you to do it again. Elaine, I know you can do better, the emotion you're looking for is sadness. I know you haven't known the Empress for very long, but you're already starting to develop feelings for her. So, all that pain in Charlie's voice all that sorrow, there's a part of you that wants to hug her and make it all go away. This scene the next few pages are the turning point in your relationship, even if you two don't know it yet."

"I think I understand, are we going again?"

"Yes, from the top. I want to get this whole scene in one take," Artie states as he wheels himself off the set.

Charlie glances up from where she is seated and looks at Elaine, Quinn and Rachel had stated that she needed to be more open and welcoming to people. But she's not sure what exactly to say, so she turns to scan the crew that had gathered. It had been a long day of shooting and this ceremonial outfit that she was wearing was hot. She watches as they get ready to begin filming again when her eyes catch Santana Lopez sitting beside Tina, her manager. Her brow furrows for a moment, wondering what she was doing there.

"Quiet on set," Artie yelled, as they finished and he turns to look at his actors, waiting for Charlie to readjust. Before he nods at the person who has the clapperboard. "Action!"

"—They were so tangled and mashed together, that we couldn't differentiate between friend or foe." There was a pregnant pause, as Charlie closes her eyes and folds her hands in her lap. This time her voice was filled with raw emotion, and there was a tension that filled the air. "So, we proceeded to bury them all here, and forgo our usual customs of the empire."

"I—"

Charlie turns to look at the woman who is standing beside her, a sad smile on her face. "That was my first royal command."

Artie makes a motion and the camera cuts to someone singing and dancing as men with lanterns surround her. Before he motions for them to return back to Charlie and Elaine. The latter who has tears in her eyes. Elaine wipes away her tears and turns to look at Charlie who is watching the dance with a rather unreadable expression on her face.

"Your majesty?" Elaine begins as she wipes her tears away, "You don't look well."

Charlie tilts her head slightly as she keeps her gaze on the dance, and flashes Elaine another sad smile. "Sometimes, I feel down around this time of year. But you shouldn't worry about it. I won't do anything with these feelings."

"Can't you just cry and let it all out?" Elaine asked, studying Charlie's face.

Charlie scoffs at the idea. "Nothing will be resolved, if I shed a few tears." That sad, sorrowful smile is back on Charlie's face. "Besides, the Empress cannot cry."

There was a look of surprise that crossed Elaine's face and she reaches for Charlie's hand, only to stop herself and look away. "You're right. The situation won't resolve itself if we cry about it." Elaine agreed and Charlie finally tears her eyes away from the dancer and looks at her. "But, your majesty, I think that tears can help you overcome these feelings. It will cleanse your negative emotions and make space for the positive ones. And I'm sure that you will cherish those emotions." With that said Elaine stands up causing Charlie to shift ever so slightly. "If that is what you wish for your majesty—"

"What are you —?" Charlie began as Elaine stepped in front of her, in front of the camera, even as another one pans behind Charlie.

"Then I must step forward and do my job. I am after all here to help you control your mood, isn't that right Empress?"

There is a look of shock on Charlie's face as she stares up at Elaine's back, but it only lasts for a moment as Charlie brings her hands to her face, hiding her face, but not the tear drops that drip from her cheeks as she lets the tears fall. "Truly you were sent to me by the heavens," Charlie says as her shoulders shake as she cries.

There are no words said as the scene continues, with Elaine standing in front of Charlie as she cries. "And cut!" Artie yells. "That was beautiful. I'm going to need to check one of the camera angles to make sure we have the shot, and if we don't, we'll pick this scene back up tomorrow."

Charlie immediately stood up and offered her hand to Elaine, there was a regal air around Charlie as she helped Elaine down the platform. "You did wonderfully," Charlie said as they reach the bottom of the stairs. "I'll see you tomorrow." She turns her attention back to Tina who is waving her over, and she sighed. It had been a long hot day of shooting and she really just wanted to head back to her apartment and go to sleep. She begins to make her way over to Tina slowly, the outfit she was wearing was incredibly heavy.

Tina turned to look at Santana, "She's seen us, I'm just going to ask you to wait a little while longer, we need to get her out of that outfit. It shouldn't take long."

Santana nodded wordlessly as Tina jogs over to Charlie and begins to talk with her. Her eyes were glued to Charlie, she had known from their first meeting that Charlie was attractive—but now—maybe it was the makeup, or the weird garment that Charlie was wearing, plus how expressive she was—but Charlie looked good. No, Charlie looked stunning.

When she notices Charlie staring back at her she immediately grabs her phone and immediately dials Brittany's number. She could at least pretend to be busy, while attempting to figure out away out of this very awkward situation.

'San—'

"Help me," Santana demands immediately. She glances up but Charlie was no longer standing there and she relaxes.

'Do you need help seducing your soulmate! I can help with that, but she's dating someone Santana. You should let her make a decision before she—'

"Not the problem," Santana interrupts. "If anything, it's the opposite problem, I should have told Dwight that this was a shitty idea. Also, it should be fucking illegal to be that attractive." Santana glances up to make sure that Charlie hasn't returned before sighing. "This feels like a date Britt. We're going to dinner together; she'll give me a drive back to the hotel—this feels like a date Britt. And if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck—"

'It's a date to you because you know that Charlie is your soulmate. Charlie has no idea who you are to her. To her this is a business meeting. I still think that you need to be honest with her, and tell her who you are. It'll be less of a headache if you do.'

"Or she's not my soulmate, and I'll be blowing up her relationship in which she might be happy with Supergirl. Look, I can't give her hope and then yank it away. It's cruel and she doesn't deserve it, especially if her soulmate is actually dead, and not me."

'I just think—'

Santana looked up and hung up on Brittany when she spots Charlie approaching her, in a pair of rather tight jeans and a shirt that looked like it was a size—or two—too small. Her hair was slightly ruffled and she seemed to be texting someone before handing her phone off to Tina as she slipped on the leather jacket that had been casually thrown over her shoulder.

"We meet again," Charlie greets as she stands in front of Santana and offers her a hand to help her up.

Santana glanced at the hand before getting up for herself, and nodding at Charlie. "We do. I didn't ask you to fire Dustin for me."

"I didn't fire Dustin for you. I fired Dustin because he was irritating me, and wouldn't shut up. Also, I really don't like people who gossip about other people. It really had nothing to do with you," Charlie informed Santana with a shrug of her shoulders. "Anyway, I apologize that you had to meet me on set, Artie's a perfectionist, so we usually run late. We can go grab dinner and then Tina will get my driver to take you back to the hotel."

Santana nodded, "Where do you feel like eating? I checked a few restaurants—"

"The Royal Pig," Charlie answered.

Santana blinked. "What?"

"The Royal Pig, it's a food truck. My favorite. But I know quite a few of the food truck people around here." Charlie explains. "Unless you have your heart set on something else?"

Santana hesitated; a food truck was considerably less romantic than dinner at a fancy restaurant. At least it had to be. "Where will we discuss business?"

"Are you making record profits yet?"

"No, we lost a few prospective contracts once your father died, Dwight is working overtime to bring in some new government contracts and other contracts but we are working hard to turn things around. We probably need a new CEO. Dwight is merely the interim—"

"New."

"What?"

"He's the new CEO. He clearly cares about the company so let him know he can drop the interim from his title." Charlie stated as if it were no big deal. "Is there anything I need to know about the culture, do we need to fire more people?"

"No," Santana answers truthfully. "Dustin was the worst of them, and now that he's gone people are all terrified, they're going to lose their jobs. They shouldn't though, unlike me, they have soulmates and families. I make people uncomfortable—people are bound to talk about it, and firing them seems a bit excessive." Santana glances at Charlie who hasn't said anything and bites her lip. "Do I make you uncomfortable? I mean most people flinch away from me when they first meet me."

"I don't feel anything from you," Charlie answered honestly and shrugs her shoulder, and keeps walking not noticing that Santana has stopped. "Is there anything at all that I need to know?"

"I—" Santana stopped when Charlie turned to look at her. There was a curious look in her eyes, and despite the fact that she wanted to simply announce it, she just couldn't. She wasn't sure if it was fear or another emotion entirely. "I don't think so."

"So, the Royal Pig then?" Charlie asks.

"The Royal Pig," Santana agrees as she follows Charlie.