Late November 2014

"Finn baby wake up. Come on it's time for work." Chimed Becky gently rocking her long term almost four year boyfriend. "Come on Sharky I made you breakfast. Sunny side up eggs, toast, fresh fruits, and yogurt."

"Did you make a happy face with the fruit?" He murmured turning to look at her.

"Of course I wouldn't dare wake you yet if I didn't." That got him to smile at her so she took it as an open invitation to kiss him. "Get up and let's eat before it goes cold and I have to leave for work."

"Yes ma'am. One more kiss you're just so beautiful I can't resist." Agreeing to his request they locked up in one more kiss before the pair got out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. "So how's the business going?"

"Not too good. Sales were down eleven percent yesterday. I just don't understand people use to thrive at Mattson's, then suddenly Walmart decides to start building super stores down the road and now everyone wants to go there. Thirteen of our twenty two locations have a Walmart nearby within a ten mile radius of it. It's fucking ridiculous."

"What does Walmart have that Mattson's doesn't?"

"A wider variety of fresh produce, a clothing department, a wider selection of toys, a sports section, electronics, an auto garage." She murmured sadly. Mattson's Market is the name of a small grocery store chain located in twenty two different locations scattered around north and central Florida. This is one of the few places that gave Becky a chance to work there as their business relationships manager. It's her job to create and maintain relationships with other big organizations to help promote each other. She also gets to decide what kinds of commercials they need to shoot to help raise sales. As hard as it might sound it all comes naturally to Becky. She has a degree in business so she's exactly where she wants to be and she loves it. From selling hand-made trinkets in front of her parents house back home in Ireland at age six, to basically managing sales of a corporation I guess you can say she was born to help sell stuff to people.

"I thought you said you suggested all of those ideas at the last meeting?" Asked Finn before biting into his toast.

"I did and just like every other time I got shut down. If they weren't so goddamn prude and determined to stick to tradition business would be so much better and we wouldn't have to be constantly laying off workers. In the past week we had to let go of over one hundred store associates because our sales weren't up enough to be able to keep paying them."

"Damn babe I'm so sorry. I know how much you love your job. You don't think they'll move to corporate next do you?" Hearing that Becky rolled her eyes and ate a grape off her plate.

"I sure fucking hope not. If they do I'm SOL."

"Don't say that you're the best talker over there. You talked that company into so many good business deals that the company basically is riding on your back. Where would they be if you didn't sweet talk the guys at Target to start selling some of your products in their stores?" That got Becky to try on a small smile. Within the first three months of working there she managed to close a million dollar investment from Target into her stores.

"Probably a lot closer to going out of business then we are now."

"In the shitter that's where they'd be. My baby is the backbone of Mattson's Markets corporate team. They aren't going to fire you babe and if they do I'm blowing up every store and especially headquarters. They'll pay for making you sad."

"You're so silly! Come here!" With that she gave him a peck on the lips. "Anyway sorry to have to cut our breakfast short this morning but I gotta get to work. I'm expecting a very important call and I don't want to miss it." She spoke standing up and placing her bowl in the sink.

"Boo you suck."

"I know I'm sorry but if I don't talk to people who will?"

"Fine but I'm not cooking you waffles tomorrow then." He stated firmly. Breakfast is a special tradition between these two. It all dates back to when Becky was still in college when she and Finn first started to talk. They both always had busy schedules and the only real time they both were free was in the morning. So they'd have breakfast together whether it be bagels, coffee, or just one orange to share they were always eating breakfast together. They did it all the time then and they still do it now. Only difference now is they share a small flat together and can afford to make a more balanced breakfast. It's been this way for about two years now.

"Well you have to cook something or else you'll break the streak."

"We are on day seven hundred and fifty-two. We've come this far can't stop now."

"To seven fifty-two." Murmured Becky before leaning down to kiss her boyfriend goodbye. "Kay I'll see you later okay?" Spoke Becky putting on her blazer.

"Okay bye. Love you."

"Love you too." She then kissed him one last time before heading out the door.

Becky's POV

It isn't too far of a drive from our flat to the office. On a good day and minimal traffic it's a twenty minute drive. I don't mind it though because on the way there are three different Starbucks and I love me some caffeine with a nice blueberry muffin if I'm in a good mood. I'm in a good mood today so I had to stop for my caramel macchiato. It's the normal routine pulling up to the office. Show the guard at the gate my ID badge pull into my designated parking spot.

"Morning Kevin!"

"Hey Ms. Lynch how are you today?" He smiled as I showed him my badge.

"Got my coffee so I'm doing just great if you ask me." I answered because I'm having a good time right now.

"That's good to hear. I hope your day continues on like that."

"Thanks you too!" I smiled before driving forward and toward my parking spot. My spot is right in front of the building underneath my office window. I'm only saying that because someone is parked in my spot today for some odd reason, a big red tinted window Escalade to be exact. It's funny because painted in bright yellow paint it says "Business Relationship parking only" in the spot. So unless there's a clone of me in there someone isn't going to hear the end of it. Actually no it's fine it's a nice day I'm having a good time so I'm not going to let it bother me. A little extra exercise will do me good.

"Bank on it! Bank on it! Bank on it! Yeah I'm the boss-" Ugh before the song could even start I cut it off. It's a rather new song by some female artist who calls herself the boss. I don't really know much about her I think her name is Sasha something I can't remember her last name, I just know the song that was playing is extremely annoying to me. It's like the only song that ever plays on the radio these days. I don't even know what the song is about let alone what it's called and I don't have time to sit and find out. Getting out my car I began my walk inside.

"Excuse me ma'am but I need to see your ID to prove you work here." Spoke some big buff guy dressed in all black. This wouldn't be weird if this happened on a regular day to day basis, which it doesn't.

"Uh for what?" I have a right to know.

"Security reasons. Ms. Banks doesn't want any strays bothering her while she's handling business. Now if I-"

"Who the hell is Ms. Banks?!"

"Sasha Banks ma'am. Now ID please or I can't let you up."

"It's right here. See Rebecca Lynch head of business relations." He then took my ID and looked at it.

"Oh yeah you should hurry they're waiting on you." He then turned to the side and held his hand to his ear. "Let them know Ms. Lynch is here and she is on her way up." He spoke before waving me off toward the elevators. What in the hell is going on today.

"Ma'am if you could just come this way with me." Spoke a female guard also dressed in all black. "Just have to do a quick body search and you're free to go."

"What for?!"

"Security purposes. If you could spread your legs and hold out your arms."

"Why do you think I'm hiding a bazooka in my bra?" I joked because they can't be serious.

"Well it's my job to make sure you aren't. So spread your legs and arms opened wide." She spoke in a monotone with a serious face. I guess they aren't. The president of the United States must be here or something because this is crazy. But whatever I just want to get to my office before I miss my business call. Listening to the woman's request I let her pat me down. After that they let me go up on the elevator. I work on the third floor so it wasn't too long of a ride, however it was long enough for me to question why security is so tight here today. Who is in this building that is so damn important that they frisked me before even stepping ten feet into the lobby. Mainly I want to know who's up here waiting on my arrival.

"ID ma'am." Spoke another guy standing right in front of the elevator as the doors opened. Showing him my badge he nodded. "Okay move along they're waiting on you in your office."

"Who's they?" I asked stepping off the elevator and past him.

"Move along ma'am. Ms. Banks doesn't like waiting longer than she has to."

"Who's Ms. Banks?"

"Go and find out. They're waiting." He then turned back around letting me know he's done talking to me. Well that was very not helpful. It's whatever I'm not going to let it kill my mood. So like he said I just kept walking into the main office area.

"Becky oh great you're here. You are not going to believe who's in your office right now." Spoke Eli. He works in the office here with me. He is in charge of the creative team. They handle the slogans, circular design, and the overall look of the company.

"No all I know is it's this Ms. Banks. Who is that anyway?"

"Wait hold on. You don't know who Sasha Banks is?" He asked stopping me from walking another step.

"No... should I?"

"Uhh yeah she's a singer. You know that song, Bank on it! Bank on it! Bank on it! I just bought a brand new Rari-"

"Oh god stop I can't stand that song that's all that plays in the radio. I'm sick of it." I groaned stopping him before he sang another word.

"What that song has been number one on the charts for three weeks now! Plus you know what else she is smoking hot. She's gonna be my future baby momma slash ex-wife." He grinned licking his lips.

"Ew that's gross. Besides I'm not even sure entirely what she looks like. She sounds familiar but I can't place her name with a face." I shrugged. It's true I'm not really into all the pop culture these days.

"How is that even possible? Have you watched tv recently? She's a total babe with her gorgeous long flowing red hair. Her flashy outfits that hug her every beautiful curve. Her beautiful million dollar smile, all her fancy jewelry." He smiled with dreamy eyes.

"Okay yeah so I'm going to go now... Before you start getting even more weird." I murmured slowly moving past him. The way he was talking I'm sure he's probably pitching a tent right now. I was too creeped out to look for myself. Anyway approaching my office I could hear voices coming from the other side. Part of me felt the urge to knock but then I saw the nameplate next to the door that reads my name signifying it's my office. That being said I walked in.

"Yeah and to make a long story short I will no longer be going into another Walmart ever again."

"Wow I can't believe he said that to you. That was so unprofessional."

"Ahem." I spoke loud enough so they'd acknowledge my presence since they didn't notice me come in.

"Oh Rebecca here you are come in. You're nine thirty call is here." Spoke Vince. Vince is the CEO of the company and my boss.

"Umm my nine thirty is supposed to be a phone call." I chimed smiling because I wasn't aware of any meetings today. Plus it's only eight-fifty six so she's a bit early.

"Well I was in the area so I figured I'd just stop by instead." Spoke the voice of a female who I don't recognize. However she is sitting in my chair at my desk. "Sorry for no warning but I like surprising people." She smiled looking me directly in the eyes.

"Rebecca this is Sasha Banks she's here to talk business with you today." Added Vince nodding toward her. Sasha then stood up and reached her hand out for me to shake.

"Sasha Banks nice to meet you Rebecca." She smiled. Turning to get a good look at her Eli's description does match. She has long red hair, a lot of flashy jewelry, and a very unique colorful attire. What really stood out to me is she has rings that cover her knuckles that read "Legit Boss" if put together. Well this is just great I have to deal with a possible stuck up celebrity who probably knows nothing about business. But it's my job to deal with things like this. She's famous and if I can reach some sort of agreement with her it could possibly help put Mattson's back on the map. So being polite I reached out and took her hand.

"Rebecca Lynch nice to meet you." I warmly smiled looking her right in the eyes.

"The pleasure is surely mine this time." She grinned looking me up and down... Almost as if she was checking me out.. No that's crazy I'm sure she had tons of boyfriends. "Anyway you can go Vincent I would like to get right down to business if you don't mind." She said calmly nodding to the door.

"Oh no it's not a problem at all I understand. Rebecca here is going to take good care of you." As he said that he patted me on the shoulder fairly roughly. He only does that to me when there is no room for me to mess up. So then I guess I have to try twice as hard to make some sort of agreement with her.

"I hope so. But you can go now." Vince gave me one last warning look before leaving the room. I couldn't help but smile at her kicking him out because he walks around here like he's some sort of God. But she walks in and she kicks him out of my office. "What's the joke?"

"Huh?" I asked turning to look at her being now it's just me and her in here.

"Why are you laughing? I want to laugh too." As she said that she sat back down in my chair.

"Nothing it's just he is my boss and he usually walks around here like some sort of God, and you just kicked him out of here like trash." I giggled a bit.

"Oh well when you're as well known as I am you start to have that effect on people. Anyway take a seat I don't like when people stand over me while I'm sitting." Umm.. Last I checked this was my office. But I have to be respectful and do my job. Following her instructions I took a seat in the chair across from her. "Okay first thing first I've been waiting here for you for fifteen minutes now. That's unacceptable next time you need to show up on time I hate waiting." Well maybe you should give someone a heads up before you decide to randomly visit. And I actually was on time for work I always show up ten minutes early. If you're on time you're late, if you're early you're on time.

"Sorry about that like I said before I wasn't aware that'd you'd be coming to the office. It won't happen again though."

"Good I'd hate to see something happen to your job here. Moving on, I heard you are one of the best negotiators here, is that true?"

"I wouldn't go that far but I always get the job done when I need to."

"You know for someone who's as pretty as you I expected you to be a lot more cocky. Don't take that wrong but I heard you managed to talk your way into getting Target to buy into the stock here after being here for less than five months."

"It actually was three months." I corrected. That got her to smirk and nod her head.

"And out comes the cockiness. You should brag about doing that all the time. Hell I would if I landed a deal that big in such a short time."

"Well I'm a humble being. Mum always said there's no need to let the world know you have a bedazzled arse." That got her to let out a chuckle.

"Does she really?"

"Yup."

"She must be one smart woman I see who you must have gotten your brains from."

"She was quite the knowledgeable woman." I added. I love my mum she's one of the most awesome people I know.

"Where's that accent from it's so fucking cute. Just listening to your voice I want to sign the papers already."

"Dublin."

"I figured, they don't make females as gorgeous as you here in America. Anyway what made you want to decide to move here?" She sure does ask a lot of questions, but whatever it takes.

"Well I moved here with my boyfriend because he got offered a better job here working as the head of a software programming company."

"So is it safe to assume that's who is holding you in this picture?" She asked showing me the picture on my desk that I keep of me and Finn. It's a photo of us when we first moved here to Florida and on my first day here he took me to the beach. Finn had already been in the states a few days before I came and he was excited to show me how different the beaches are here compared to the ones back home. We were both so excited that we had to get a photo to remember it by.

"It's very safe."

"Damn I was hoping he was just a brother. How long have you two been dating?"

"Almost four years in four months."

"Oh okay." She nodded placing the frame photo side down. "Is it safe to assume you think he's your soulmate? No better yet do you want to marry him?"

"I'm sorry what does my personal life have to-"

"Answer my question first. I don't like when people answer my question with a question." She stated shooting me a glare.

"Yeah I love him he's my best friend."

"Is he faithful to you?"

"He's shy around people he doesn't know. It took him weeks to build up the courage to ask me out on a date. So I highly doubt he has it in him to pick up other females."

"Are you faithful to him?" I'm still really confused here. What does my relationship with Finn have to do with anything right now?

"Yes I am. He's my first love I don't know what I'd do if I lost him." I to some degree want to know what she's thinking because she's nodding her head while staring at me.

"Does he treat you the way you feel you deserve to be treated?"

"Yes."

"If that's the case how come there isn't a ring on your left ring finger yet?" I don't have an answer for that question. But she has a pretty good point and I'm not entirely sure. "I like the necklace you have on though, did he get that for you?" I guess she must have picked up on my bluff.

"Umm no it was a going away present from my parents when I first moved here. It's a little piece of home in a bottle." I smiled holding the small glass bottle.

"What's inside of it?"

"It's sand from my favorite beach as a child back home in Ireland. We'd go there every summer and I love it there."

"That's cute I really do like it."

"Thank you."

"No problem. So I take it you love going to the beach?"

"Yeah for the most part. Although I like going early morning or at night. The water is a lot more calmer and I can use my paddle board. Although the waters here can sometimes be a little too rough so I can't use it as often as I use too."

"Oh so then that must mean you're in pretty good shape." I only shrugged because I wouldn't go that far. I don't paddle board as much as I use to now that I'm working here full time. "That's good though it means you like adventures. Nothing is more adventurous then playing in the ocean. Anyway back to my original question can you see you and... What was his name again?"

"Finn."

"Finn. Do you see Finn and yourself possibly getting married one day?"

"Of course." I answered without hesitation. I can't see myself with anyone but him.

"Do you think he feels the same way about you?"

"Well he kissed me goodbye this morning so I like to assume so."

"Mhmm okay okay." She murmured slowly looking me directly in the eyes. For some reason her gaze is giving me this weird vibe. It's not an uncomfortable one, but it makes me feel weird. She's just staring at me not moving or saying anything just staring. "Is your hair naturally brown like that?"

"Well it's a bit darker than this but I think I look better with lighter hair."

"Hmm. You think you could ever rock red like me?" I just shrugged.

"Dunno I've never thought about changing colors completely."

"I think you can it'd look good on you." She nodded sounding really behind her opinion.

"Perhaps I'll look into it sometime."

"You should. I'll even be as kind as to let you use my hair dresser. He's the best in the game today so I'm sure he will hook you up."

"Thanks I appreciate that."

"It's something slight. But enough about you for now let's get to what I'm here for. Tell me Rebecca do you like listening to music?"

"Yes I do."

"So then Is it safe to assume you've heard my music before?"

"I have."

"What do you think?" To be honest or not to be honest that is the real question. But I really value my job so I gotta lie. Let me rephrase that I don't hate her music. In fact I've only ever heard like two of her songs. The one that's on a continuous loop on the radio and a cover of Billie Jean she did one time. So going off of that I can't say if I like her music or not.

"I'm more into indie music but I one time heard your cover of Billie Jean and I enjoyed that."

"So you don't listen to my music? It's okay you can be honest I can't get mad at you. Everyone has freedom of opinion." I don't want to say it so I simply shook my head no. "Well then today is your lucky day! Because I've decided that I want to use this lovely office of yours in my new music video. And I'm going to need to borrow one of your stores for it too." She grinned leaning back in the chair and slowly turning it side to side.

"You sure you want to use my office? Vince has-"

"I don't care about what Vincent has I want what you have to offer me." She spoke louder interrupting me. "I was going to use Walmart but they are pigs over there and I hate them all now. That was all last week I'm over it now. Few days ago my assistant brought me some random nutass store made rice crispy treat one night. I promise you it was the greatest thing I've ever tasted in my life. It was like sex in my mouth it was so good. When she told me she got it from a store named Mattson's Market I knew I had to shoot my video in one of its stores. You guys make good rice crispy treats and I want them on set of my music video."

"Wow okay yeah I can have that arranged no problem."

"Okay great I haven't decided which store I want to use yet but we'll reimburse you for all sales being missed during the shooting process plus interest."

"That sounds great."

"And also I want you there for every take.. Yeah I want you to be my right hand during the filming process." And there goes the deal breaker for me. I in no way shape or form want to be her lackey. Judging by how she's been bossing me around for the past few minutes I don't even want to imagine what it's like being around her for twelve hour long days shooting. "I like the way you can sweet talk people into doing what you want. The director my label gave me is a total jerkoff and he won't go with any of my ideas I have for my video. And I want you to convince him to let me have my way."

"I don't sweet talk anyone, I'm just good at negotiating is all." She's gassing me up to something I'm not.

"Alright fine let me put it this way. I've done my homework on Mattson's Market and I know in a few years this company will go under like the city of Atlantis. Let's face it Becca I'm what this company needs to stay afloat for a little bit longer. I have millions of people who will do what I say. All I have to do is show the front of one of your stores in my video and sales will skyrocket. People will rush to come try your rice crispy treats. Monkey see monkey do, if I shop at Mattson's my fans will shop at Mattson's. You hate to admit it but you know in due time you'll be looking for a new job so there isn't much of an option here for you unless you don't like working here. But I figure since you were as kind to let me come here today that you love working here. I marched right in here and took over your office and you didn't do a damn thing about it. Never let a stranger run up in your space and do nothing about it." I just stared at her. Where is she going with this? "Even as I'm sitting here telling you to come over here and do something about me taking over your office you aren't doing anything about it, and it lets me know how much you love working here. I have to give it to you though you really do get the job done when you need to so props on that." It was then that her phone started to ring. Pulling it out of her pocket she looked at it. "Well looks like your time here is up. I'll leave it like this, you talk my director into letting me have my way, I'll tell the world about Mattson's Market, and you won't have to look for a new job for a little while longer. It's as simple as that. I'll have my assistant send you all the information you need to set up your meeting." She then pulled a pen out of my desk and began writing on my desk calendar. I'm still stuck on everything she just said to me. She didn't say it but she's basically giving me an ultimatum and I don't know how I feel about out. "Alright again it was nice to meet you but I must get a move on. Show me out." She spoke standing up and coming over to stand next to me.

"Of course." As I went to stand up she stuck out her hand to help me up. It was only natural I took her hand and stood up."Thank you." Her response to that was to kiss the back of my hand. As she did that she maintained eye contact with me. I don't know why but for some reason I felt a small jitter in the pit of my stomach when she did that.

"My pleasure." She purred grinning not breaking eye contact. "I surely hope this won't be the last time I see you."

"I hope not either. I think if I get them to make our rice crispy treat portions larger you'll come back." I countered. "But something tells me if we start to dye them red you'll come running."

"Hmm not only are you beautiful, smart, and confident, but you're observant too. The Boss likes that."

"So it was you who parked in my parking spot today huh?" Because it only makes sense at this point. Her hair is red, the majority of her suit is red, her nails are red, and the slotted glasses she has on her head are red too. So it would only make sense that the red suv parked out front belongs to her.

"Well my Aston is in the shop getting detailed today and I didn't feel like driving the Benz. So the truck was my last option. That and because I didn't feel like driving today in general." She shrugged like it was no big deal. It sure must be nice to just wake up one morning and decide you don't feel like driving, so you just get your driver to drive you around all day.

"Oh."

"Forgive me for that I'm on my way out now so you can have your spot back."

"All is good I didn't have to park far."

"Okay good now I don't feel as bad. Thanks again for listening to my proposal you have a week from now to make a final decision. I'll have my lawyer write us up a contract and it'll be on your desk by Monday. If I don't hear back by the following Monday I'll know your decision." She spoke walking to the door. It wasn't until then that I noticed she's still holding my hand. I want to take my hand back but a small part of me won't let me.

"I'll keep an eye out for it."

"You do that. Now if you excuse me I have to get to the studio. I all of a sudden feel the need to write." As she said that she looked me up and down one more time before finally letting go of my hand and putting down her shades. "I'm so inspired right now and you are definitely to blame. I feel it now you are going to be trouble.. Good thing I love a little danger." I don't know how to feel about everything she just said to me. What does she mean that I'm trouble? What is even going on right now between us right now? "Don't think this too hard sweetheart. It's a simple do you like me or do you dislike me question. I know the answer I just want you to say it. Buh-bye for now." She then opened the door, walked out, and closed the door behind herself. To say I'm very confused is an understatement.

What even just happened? I don't even think we reached a solid agreement here. In order for this deal to even happen I have to convince her director that it's a good idea to film in one of our stores.. Thinking about all this she didn't give me anything to go off of when I go to make my argument. Hell I don't even know the name of the song she's shooting the video for. Ugh this already is going to be hell.

"Knock knock knock*

"Come in." I murmured as I made my way behind my desk and sat down. Looking to see who was coming in it was Eli.

"Well how'd it go?"

"What do you mean?" I answered going through the papers on my desk.

"Your meeting with Sasha. What happened? What did she want?"

"She wants to use my office and one of the stores in her newest music video." I shrugged. "Might not do it because it isn't entirely foolproof. And I don't want to take a risk that won't pay off a hundred percent in the end." It's true. I don't want to make all the arrangements now only to have the director not want to let Sasha have her way. It's too big of a risk that I'm not really willing to take.

"Are you fucking crazy? Sasha Banks wants to use Mattson's in her new music video and you don't want to let her?!" He asked looking at me like I was absolutely crazy.

"I didn't say I don't want her to. It's just in order for her to be able to she has to get the okay from her director. The director didn't give her the okay to use one of our stores yet. She thinks I can get him to give the okay."

"Okay well you've managed to talk us into a bunch of deals, so where's the problem?" He rebutted.

"The problem is I'm not some sort of deal making god. I don't know if I can convince him to let Sasha have her way. I don't even know what she has in mind for the video so how am I supposed to make my argument if I have nothing to ride on?"

"I suggest you make something up and hope he likes it." Interrupted us before Vince appeared in my office. "Oh you're going to make this deal happen because this is the boost we need to get our sales up. Sasha is an international pop star who has a big influence on millions of people. People who will shop wherever she shops. Mattson's Market is where Sasha shops now and the world is going to know. So do whatever it is you have to do to seal the deal. We can use any bit of publicity we can get at this point."

"I know but-"

"I don't care about what you have to do but you will make it so Ms. Banks shoots her music video here. I know I tell you all deals you make are crucial but this one literally will decide whether we all keep our jobs or not. While you were talking to her I ran the numbers and if you land us this deal with how much she is willing to pay and all that comes after it, it'll keep us in business for another five years and then some. So you better get the director's number and take him to dinner or something because we can't afford to miss this opportunity." With that he fixed his jacket and walked out.

"Well that's just great!" I groaned out looking up at the ceiling.

"Becky? Becky look at me." Spoke Eli coming over to me and kneeling in front of me trapping me in my chair.

"What?"

"Please! Please! Please! Please promise me you'll land this deal. Please for me. This is the universe telling us that me and Sasha are meant to be together. Let me tell you something, I only need some one on one time with her and I can make her fall in love. I need you to make it so she has to come back here and that way I can get close to her. I already know she's into me when she was leaving I winked at her and she snickered. She wants me Becks she really does, I just need you to give us the boost we need. So please for the sake of my future kids please go through with this deal. I don't want to die alone." He pleaded looking at me with dough eyes. This is all ridiculous. Right now all I can do is sigh and rub my eyes. "Hey what's that on your hand?"

"Hmm?"

"You're hand there's something red on it." Looking at the back of my hand it was then that I noticed the red lipstick kiss on my hand.. Sasha's red lipstick kiss. "No way!"

"Fuck." I murmured grabbing a tissue and using it to try and rub off the mark. "All that money and you'd think she'd be able to afford lipstick that doesn't come off so easily."

"You totally sweet talked her into wanting to use our store!"

"No if anything it was the exact opposite. Damn this thing isn't coming off!" I growled rubbing my hand harder because the lipstick isn't coming off. I got most of it off but it stained my skin and it's not coming out.

"See I knew you were looking out for me. You already got her to sign an agreement to use the office. This is great now to go find an engagement ring for her." He then got to his feet and began to head to the door. "Do you think she would prefer a diamond or a ruby?"

"I don't know."

"Ehh I'll just have them put both on it. Damn I'm so excited! Mrs. Sasha Drake, it has a great ring to it already. " He then walked out closing the door behind him. The best part of today is that it's only ten o'clock. I've only been at work for an hour and I'm already stressed out with another seven more hours to go on this marvelous Friday. That's business for you. The word relaxed isn't in our vocabulary around here. Well it's all in a day's work. Time to start getting paperwork done so I don't miss anything important. Looking down at my desk calendar I checked today's date to see if I have anything important that needs to be done today. Nothing is there besides my nine-thirty phone call turned meeting, and to review our Target sales from last month. So it looks like I have a rather easy day today. Looking at my schedule for next week it's going to be a busy one. Mainly on Thursday I have to "not be a stranger " and it's followed up with a phone number signed The Boss in all capital letters. And my favorite part is it's all enclosed in a heart. So I guess that's what Sasha was scribbling when she was writing on my calendar. She must really want me to pull through for her on this music video if she went out her way to leave me a note. Oh man as if the pressure wasn't coming down on me hard enough. I don't like drinking but I feel like I need a shot or two.

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The next afternoon

"Wait so you're telling me Sasha Banks, the famous singer, came into your office yesterday and insisted on using your office in one of her new music videos?"

"Yeah she wants to use one of my stores too. The only problem is in order for that to happen I have to somehow manage to get her director to go along with whatever the hell she's planning to do. Mind you I don't even know what she's planning because she never told me what she's planning to do. Hell I'm not even sure what music video she's shooting the video for." I complained going through the shirt rack.

"But it's Sasha Banks. She's The Boss she gets whatever she wants. You have to make that deal happen or else you fail at life completely." Stated Bayley as she looked at me with an all knowing look.

"It's not even that Bay. She's famous so she knows other famous people. And do you know what famous people do with other famous people?" Added Charlotte my other best friend. Right now we're at the mall shopping for new outfits. Every now and then the three of us get together and do something. Today is one of those days and we ended up at the mall this time.

"No."

"They throw parties where tons of other famous people come. Becks that could be our gateway to the Hollywood lifestyle. Parties every weekend, elegant dinners, gigantic houses for no reason. Little dogs that fit in your purse. That could be us B I'm telling you it could all possibly change our lives."

"Oh parties every weekend sounds like fun to me."

"You guys do know that all of that isn't going to happen right? I mean she's only shooting a music video there for like two weeks maybe and that's it. She'll be gone and probably won't look back." I answered because it's probably true. Sasha is an a-list celebrity so I doubt she'll want to hang out with us after the shoot is over.

"Well you won't know unless you land this deal now will we?" Sasses Char.

"Char will you leave her alone. As awesome as all that sounds, because I would love to meet Snoop and go to a a-list celebrity party, but we shouldn't add more pressure to what she has now. It's Becky she's the smoothest talker we know. I have no doubt in my mind that she can and will land this deal. She's talked her way into so many good deals that this one is probably a cake walk for her."

"Thanks Bay. That's why you're my favorite." I smirked giving her my best "I want you" face.

"Oh well fuck you too then!"

"I love you to Charbar. Anyway what about this shirt?" I asked holding up a royal purple v-neck shirt.

"To go with the shorts you just got?"

"I dunno I'm not sure."

"Get it. It's cute regardless and you can never have too many shirts." Shrugged Bayley.

"Plus I bet with the right push up your boobs will look amazing." Added Charlotte.

"That's probably true. Although I'm not sure where I'd wea-"It was then that my phone began ringing. Digging in my purse I grabbed it out. Looking at the caller ID it's an unknown number so that must mean it's a business call or something like that. "Shit guys I gotta take this I'll be right back."

"God Becky it's like you never stop working!" Teased Char.

"Hey people love hearing me talk so I'm going to keep talking. Mamma gotta make that money." I grinned sticking my tongue out at them before turning on my heels and walking off to find somewhere quiet to answer. Once I did I answered. "Rebecca Lynch how can I help you?"

"Let me take you out to dinner tonight. I just remembered I never told you what my ideas were for my video. And I think it'll help you with your argument with my director."

"Sasha?" I recognize that voice of hers. She basically rambled to me for an hour yesterday.

"I love the way you say my name."

"How'd you get my cell phone number?" It's weird because it's my office phone number that's on my business card.

"I'm Sasha Banks baby. When I want something I always get what I want. Anyway that's not important right now but are you free tonight?"

"Umm.. Yeah I guess." Tonight Finn and I were supposed to have a date night, but I guess I'll have to take a raincheck this time.

"You sound unsure I need a solid answer.. Actually no I don't care I'm probably more important. Okay well what are you feeling for dinner? Chinese, Italian, Thai, Jamaican, American?"

"I don't know it's still lunch time I just ate lunch I'm not hungry." I shrugged because it's too early for me to be able to make decisions like that.

"I don't remember you eating me for lunch." She murmured quickly.

"What?" I heard exactly what she said loud and clear. I just want to make sure I heard what I think I heard.

"Alright how about you think all day about where you want to eat dinner and when you do let me know then I'll make it happen. Around what time do you think you'll be hungry enough to eat dinner?"

"Dunno.. Eight maybe that's a reasonable time right?"

"I asked you first."

"Okay then eight."

"Perfect. Okay well then you have until seven to let me know what you want for dinner and then we'll go."

"Fine."

"Fine?" She questioned before laughing a bit. "God Bec you are a very complex person I don't understand you. I'm buying you dinner later you should be excited, it's a free meal!"

"I am excited I'm just still stuck on how you got my number." It's true. I didn't even see her take a business card yesterday so how the hell did she even get my cell number.

"You keep underestimating me and I think I might like it. I'm full of surprises babe and I'll keep on surprising you. I bet you're probably making a cute face right now trying to figure me out. Trust me you'll have more than enough time to try." She spoke so effortlessly like she expected me to say all this. "You can start tonight when we go on our dinner date. Anyway I have to go now you can resume doing whatever it was you were doing prior to me calling." Wow I didn't know I needed permission to hang up.

"Okay thanks..."

"No problem. Oh and while you're at the mall buy yourself something cute for tonight. I'll see you later babe buh-bye." And with that she hung up. After ending that call I immediately began to carefully survey the people nearby. How in the fuck did she know I was at the mall? This isn't even funny anymore that's fucking creepy. That being said I walked back over to my friends.

"Guys I wanna go home."

"What? Why?"

"Who called?"

"Sasha."

"WHAT?!"

"Can we just go I'll explain on the way home." I murmured being Char kind of yelled that and people are looking at us.

"Sasha Banks just called your cell phone!?" Spoke Bayley almost just as loud as Charlotte.

"Shhh!"

"What'd she want?" Asked Char in a more calm quiet voice.

"She insisted we go to dinner later to-"

"You're going to dinner with Sasha Banks?!" They oddly said in unison pretty loudly.

"Shh damn! Stop fucking yelling damn!" I growled because we're making a scene right now and I don't like having more attention drawn to me as it is. People already look at me funny when I talk so I don't need them to look at me because I'm having dinner with Sasha later. "Can we go please?"

"Let's go." Charlotte putting down the pants she was holding and headed towards the exit. Bayley grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the store hastily following Char, who was briskly walking ahead of us. Before I knew it we were in the car. "Talk now. Right now what'd she say exactly and don't leave out a single syllable." She spoke quickly looking back at me. Charlotte drove us this time so she's in the driver's seat with Bayley in the passenger's and me in the back.

"She said she remembered she didn't tell me her ideas for the music video yesterday. And that she thinks it'll help with my argument to her director. So she wants to discuss it all over dinner later." I shrugged I think they're blowing this way out of proportion.

"That's it?"

"Yeah. It's just I'm really confused on how she got my cell number because I never gave it to her. But what was really weird is she somehow knew I was at the mall. You guys I think she's stalking me and it's creepy."

"Are you fucking crazy? That's probably the best case scenario of being stalked. She's rich and famous if she kidnaps you you'll probably have the time of your life tied up in the basement of her giant mansion off on a probably secluded island somewhere off the coast of Hawaii."

"No I don't like knowing someone is out there watching my every move it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"But your stalker is Sasha Banks." Bayley spoke like it was a good thing.

"So she's still stalking me."

"Wait where are you guys going for dinner?" Asked Char.

"She said I have until seven to decide and let her know."

"Perfect that gives us more than enough time to sexify you up." She grinned before turning to face forward and start the car. She then backed out and began driving off.

"Sexify me for what? It's just a business dinner it's not like we're going to fuck afterwards." I complain because none of this is that serious.

"That's exactly what you need to do. Fuck her, get pregnant and boom instantly famous. You will be the next Amber Rose. She'll be attached to you forever through child support."

"Charlotte you do realize that's physically not possible right?" I countered.

"And that's why you have to somehow get her to fuck you so hard she gets you pregnant. Becky I got this all figured out. You show up all hot and sexy and irresistible. Then you get to chatting her up like you do when you're trying to close a deal, which you basically are, and then start throwing that accent of yours around. Then-"

"Throw my accent around?"

"Yeah the same way you act stupid and play hello titty with the bartenders when we go out. It works every time and we basically drink all night for little to nothing. Okay so I need you to do that. Hey get her drunk if you can. And then right when you think she's feeling a bit loose you attack and get yourself knocked up." My only response to that was to laugh. This is absolute nonsense and it's amusing.

"Ah-huh and then what about Finn?"

"Ehh pull your hair back and use a lot of tongue. I'm sure he'll forgive you once he sees those child support checks anyway."

"That's pretty messed up Char."

"You say that now but when we're chilling with Beyoncé and Jay-Z on the beaches in Hawaii I bet you won't be saying that anymore. You'll be saying damn Charlotte you're a fucking genius for telling Becky to let Sasha get her pregnant. I'm telling you guys it's a foolproof plan. Nobody gets hurt and Becky you get good sex out of it so I see no problem. Although having a baby might fuck up your snatch but I'm sure you can use the child support checks to get that surgically fixed." Hearing her fantasize is really too funny.

"Charlotte I want you to know that I really honestly don't like you."

"You love me and that's why you're going to go with my plan."

"I'll be honest thinking about it I agree. Char's plan is pretty good to be honest." Spoke Bayley. Getting me to smile even wider because I can't stop laughing.

"Okay you two do realize there are two giant flaws in the plan right?"

"My plan is completely flawless."

"I hate to be the rain on your parade, but y'all do know that no matter how hard we fuck I won't get pregnant right? I'm sure we all had health class and know how babies are made."

"Well then I suggest you get her to really give it to you. I'm talking in a bed, on the floor, against the wall, on the bathroom sink, under the kitchen table, on the roof of a car, out a window, hanging from the ceiling, upside down. You got be persistent Becks."

"Okay fine whatever. But I don't even think she's into girls. I'm sure she probably has tons of boyfriends, plus I have a boyfriend so it probably won't happen."

"That's why you get her drunk first. Just like this one chick at a bar said to me one time, spaghetti noodles are straight until you get them wet."

"Did it work?" She has never told us about that story.

"Don't know it was in college and I was borderline hammered. But knowing me when I'm drunk it probably did."

"Why are we just finding out about this?" Asked Bay taking the words right out my mouth

"You never asked. But back to what I was saying get Sasha drunk flash her a titty and it'll be game over. You'll be Sasha Banks' baby momma."

"You're crazy. Both of you are delusional I'm not going to do that. I don't like mixing business with pleasure, strictly professional. Besides I don't have it in me to cheat on Finn I love him way too much to hurt him like that."

"Boo you whore!"

"Whatever I'll get you guys an autograph. Will that do?" I bargained because it could be worth something if she ever retires.

"Fine." Sighed Bayley.

"Having her baby will be even better." Stated Charlotte in an all knowing voice. All I could do was let out a sigh. They are both so goddamn annoying but I love them. They're my best friends and I wouldn't trade them in for anything.

Okay well that was some conversation you just read huh? The only thing to blame for that is the fact that I started to write that at like 6am this morning. Jo's wtf were you up at 6am this morning for? Well that's just my body keeping to my work schedule. I basically get up at 5:40 every morning except Thursday because it's the only day I have off. So I oddly woke up at 5:40 this morning on the dot I kid you not. And I've yet to go back to sleep. So I felt like writing so I finished this chapter and here we are. I'll admit it this is a long ass chapter the longest chapter I've ever written ever not including my AN. But that's how this series is going to go on, long chapters with a lot of happenings so you gotta plan at least half an hour of free time to read a chapter of this story from here on out. Back to the story so this is how the Boss met Becky. Sasha does seem like a bitch doesn't she? But you love it tho right? Yeah same. That Becky/Finn fluff thoooo. I like the dynamics of their relationship. 752 mornings spent together eating breakfast. So fucking cute. Also fair warning sorry if I fuck up the timeline here it's just I'm still trying to space events out in the right order and I don't write any of the dates down so if you notice a fuck up just go with it. Only saying it because I was messing around with when I wanted this said chapter to take place and if I'd have enough space to fit everything in so we're straight come 2016. Anywhore next chapter will be a present day chapter so look out for it cuz it's half way done now as we speak.

Kay I'm gunna head out let me know if these chapters are too long or too short. I care about little things like that. At the end of the day I write to entertain you guys so tell me what you want from me. Remember red is green. And green is blue, but red is not green. ~Joz #FuCkItUp