Hey guys, so this is my first fanfic ever, so go easy okay. I will try to update as often as I can and hopefully it will be once a week. Reviews are welcome, I would love to include your ideas into this story.

Chapter 1

Beca Mitchell. Owner and head music producer of BM Atlantic, winner of 14 Grammys and 2 Oscars, and she was only 28 years of age. She was something truly extraordinary but don't we all have something to hide. Something the world doesn't know, and we wish it never finds out.

Beca Mitchell had always been a very private person and ever since her success the press had been one of her worst enemies, always exploiting her personal life, and spreading false rumors. However, after a few years, they had learned that it was best to leave her alone after an incident where she ended up punching one of the reporters in the face. In her defense, she had a terrible day and it was just the tipping point of the iceberg by that point. One of her newer clients had started to really aggravate her by constantly changing the song which normally she didn't mind, but when it involves a whole new genre and new sets of lyrics, it probably wasn't the best thing that could of happened then after that she had back to back meetings with her clients discussing upcoming albums and singles after lunch she had a meeting with the board of directors who had told her she had a total of 20 new clients wanting to sign with the label one being a good friend of hers: Rihanna, which would mean a lot of paperwork and a lot more added stress to the board which in all honesty wasn't the best thing to of happened at this point of to mention the new office that she was branching out to in New York, that seemed to take forever in construction and legal works. So to be honest she had been very stressed and to have a mass of reporters swarming her as soon as she left the office had not been the best ending to her day, so she relieved a bit of her anger on that one reporter. It hadn't been her proudest moment so to say, along with the press that just seemed to increase after that, but she couldn't care less by that point.

The next day, it was Thursday and she was sitting in her office looking out at the view of LA, she rarely had to time to just sit and think but when she did she loved it. She felt like she could relax and somehow it calmed her, after a stressful few days. Like how some people could sit and listen to the rain as it would bounce off different surfaces, creating the noise of a pitter-patter, or how people would go to the beach and listen to the crashing of the waves against the rocks, or the feeling of sand going between their toes and the smell of salt and freshness around them. Until, the opening of a door disturbed her, without turning around she called out, "This better seriously be important Jesse," with a slight hint of annoyance in her voice. He was the only one who would walk into Beca's office without permission, at the start he would knock but the number of times he did it, just aggravated her more so, so she just told him to walk in whenever he needed, within reason of course. The brunette walked over to Beca holding out a file in front of him and handing it over, "Your meeting with Bebe Rexha is in like 2 minutes and I was wondering if you were still going." Beca groaned remembering she still had a few meetings today and that she had completely forgotten, hoping to get some much-needed work done on a few clients albums. "That's today. Ugh, yeah I'll be there just give me like 5 minutes." She said reading through the file, looking over what she had to go over with the singer. "Beca, I know I've said this already but you need a manager. Someone that can organize your meetings, interviews, PR, and all that. You have too much going on, I know you say you have it in control but you have to admit it would take a lot of pressure off you," Jesse said. He had acted like a big brother to Beca over this past couple of years, he was another one of the producers at the company and one of the only people who Beca had opened up to about herself and her past. So he knew what to say to get her to listen to him. "If I consider it, will you not mention it again," she replied with. "Maybe," he said with a grin, "Just consider it, having a manger won't ruin your badass image, if that's what your worried about. You know you feeling like asking for help will somehow turn you soft," Jesse said with a laugh nudging her with his shoulder. "Nothing will turn me soft, you know that. And I promise to seriously consider it." She said with an equal laugh. "Really?" Jesse said surprised, knowing it would normally take a least Taco Bell and whole lot of sucking up for Beca to actually take his advice. "No," Beca said with a shake of her head. The truth was she had been considering it for a while, knowing it would definitely help her out and organise her time so she wasn't constantly working long hours every day of the week but she of course wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing that he was right. "Ugh, you are the worst you know, anyway I've got to get back to work, I'll talk to you later," Jesse said as he left her office leaving her alone. She picked up the folder and her phone and left to go to her meeting in one of the many recording studios she had in the building. A 10 story building in the centre of LA, she had bought it after setting up her own label and becoming successfully accomplished in the world of music and producing.

After a two-hour-long recording session and a few cups of coffee, Beca had finally completed 3 new tracks for Bebe Rexha's album. They had been working on them for a few weeks and were nearly ready to finish up the last 2 songs, making a total of 15 songs in little under 4 months which in Beca's book was pretty damn good considering all the extra work she had taken on. She had recently decided to accept the requests of 8 new clients to the label, which may sound great but for Beca but the company had grown massively in its five years since opening and being the owner required a lot of attention not to mention still being one of the best producers in the music industry so she had tons of work to attend to so taking on the extra clients had been a spur of the moment decision. It wasn't even like the company needed the money, they had a fantastic income and were more than capable of the added costs but the time and effort required for each of the artists is what pushed them to their limits.

By the end of the day, Beca was exhausted, she slowly walked down to the underground car park in the building and got into her Black Bugatti was one of her many big indulgences in her life and it was one of the many things she enjoyed about her job, being able to afford the nice things and for her that was cars. She had always loved them, the feeling of being able to drive at a speed along an empty freeway gave her a thrill which seemed to calm her after a stressful day at work. It was one of the few in her collection that had built over the last couple of years with each accomplishment, she had also purchased an Aston Martin DB11, a Mclaren 650s Spider, Lamborghini Huracan, Porsche Spyder 911, an old Mustang, and finally a Ferrari. As she was driving her mind kept going back to Jesse's suggestion of hiring a manager, she went over the many reasons why she shouldn't and should hire one, by the time she arrived at her penthouse, she had come to the conclusion that she would get Jesse to put out a role tomorrow morning and get some suitable candidates in, but if it was one thing she hated, it was interviews. She felt like they were always so awkward and her being awkward anyway it was just a bad accident waiting to happen. Later that night, Beca sat in her apartment in her home studio finishing off some work, it wasn't a secret that she was a workaholic, she loved music it had been all she knew since she was young, it was in her blood. So just sitting down and finishing off some tracks wasn't a big problem for her. When she first moved into her apartment she realised very soon that having her own studio at home allowed her to complete work when she wasn't in the office, which was a rare occasion, and also if she had a stroke of inspiration she didn't have to make the drive to the studios at the label. Before she knew it, the sun had risen and it was already morning. Another all nighter Beca thought, it wasn't the first, she had spent many days and nights where she had been up all hours completing a mix or finishing of albums for clients.

Beca decided to stop working and get herself ready for the day, it was seven o'clock anyway. She walked through the hallway, past the spare room, bathroom, extra music space, trophy room, after getting quite a few awards Beca had decided to use the store room as a place where she could keep all her awards. There was a row of shelves holding the prestigious gold gramophone, known as a grammy. She had won her first one at age 20, she had joined a small record label called residual heat, and had managed to work with a small band and produce a few singles that seemed to take the world by a storm, the band slowly started gaining popularity and had asked Beca to produce their next album. Beca was ecstatic to say the least, producing an album at age 20. It was any person's dream, and her's was slowly coming true. Ever since she could remember, she had wanted to produce music, it was something about combining tracks and making something out of nothing that drew her in, being able to find the right beats and textures along with melodies and lyrics to add to songs. After, she discovered that she could do this, she decided to begin playing some instruments so she could add different ones in whenever she needed to. And as of right now she could play the piano, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, drums, bass, trumpet, violin, yes really, and the keyboard. They all more or less came really handy when recording songs because she could just add in the tracks to the songs herself and not get someone in to do it. Beca entered the kitchen and made herself a black coffee, she would need it after having zero sleep. It became a part if Beca's daily routine to have coffee in the morning, she would sit on the breakfast bar, with her ever-present laptop, and check the company's finances, and media surrounding her and the label. She had never really been one to care about it much, but liked to know where she stood in the public eye, considering they were the ones who listened to the music Beca made and produced and any scandals surrounding her or the company can affect them both. Of course, Beca had people at the label who would deal with the finances but she always liked to check in and see how they were doing and if there was anything she needed to pick up on.

By the time Beca had arrived at the office it was around 9 in the morning, and the second she walked in it was chaos she had at least 6 people around her walking alongside to her office as they rambled off questions and information, "You have a meeting with the directors at noon," and "we need a release date for Ella's album" and of course the usual "Can you sign this contract it needs to be done before 11?" Beca took the pen that was handed to her and sign all the necessary documents not stopping until she reached the elevator where everyone went back to their designated areas. The elevator opened and at the last second Jesse slipped between the closing doors with a wide grin on his face, "what's got you so happy?" Beca asked suspiciously. "Oh nothing," Jesse said his smile getting impossibly wider. "Okay...well anyway I was thinking about what you said yesterday, and I want to get a manager. It would help with everything and help with sorting my times out and stuff," Beca said already thinking about Jesse's teasing response with an 'I told you so' but instead what he said surprised her, "Already sorted boss," he said exiting the elevator with Beca hot on his heels,"What do you mean, it's already sorted, when?" Beca asked confused, "well after talking to you yesterday, I knew that you'd come around, so I sent the advert out and have sorted out ten possible candidates for you to choose from, your welcome by the way," he said with a grin. "Okay...first of all, I hate you, and second of all thank you," She said with a smile. Beca reached her office and sat down to begin writing some emails before the gruelling task of the interviews began. At around 11 Jesse popped his head through the door to let her know that the first person was ready.

By 4 o'clock Beca hadn't found anybody she liked they had either been too preppy or too serious and some were just plain annoying. By this time her mood and patience had dropped dramatically and she became snappy and irritable, but she thought if they see one of the worst sides of her personalities then they should be able to cope with her normally. It was time for the final candidate to come in and Beca was sitting on her computer not realising that she had already walked in and had sat down in front of her. Out of the corner of Beca's eye, she saw a flash of red and suddenly realised the person sitting in a chair opposite her desk. She turned her head and was struck by the beauty of the women, she had flame red hair, and these piercing blue eyes that you could get lost in. She realized she had been staring and put her out a hand which the women shook, her hands were soft but she had a firm handshake, very professional. "I'm Chloe," she said. Her voice was sweet and angelic and almost made Beca hire her based on solely that but she knew that she needed someone professional and qualified before she hired them. "Beca. So what makes you think that you are right for the job?" Beca said in her best professional voice. "Well, I graduated Barden University majoring in Business and Management and came top of my class and minoring in music and receiving honors in both. So I have a bit of knowledge on the industry and how it works and what would be best suited for you and the company." She said. Beca started looking over the file she was given, containing a bit more detail about the girl, Beca was quite shocked by the number of achievements of the girl and at such a young age for what it took most to achieve by the time they were 40. She nodded in approval and was happy with everything Chloe had to offer. After about 20 minutes the interview wrapped up and to say Beca was impressed was an understatement, this girl was...perfect to say the least. Smart, funny, professional, successful, confident, beautiful, wait what?