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The first two days as Mr. Fox's assistant were chaotic, stressful and implicated hair pulling implosion several times over. I loved it! It became very easy to realize why so many people resigned from being Mr. Fox's assistant. It wasn't because he was foul tempered; Mr. Fox was quite the opposite. He was a soft spoken man, who let you have it only when you truly merited a tongue lashing. No, it was the immense planning and inflexible schedule that got most people. For me, I didn't mind because I had no social life outside of my two friends.

I don't know when I last went to sleep, today was Wednesday, and sleep had become fictional to me. I ran on coffee, more coffee and AriZona Mucho Mango fruit juice. The Mango juice was a relief from all the coffee, although coffee gave me an extra boost than normal. Hot drinks in general have become a norm for me. I find myself drinking fewer liquids cold and everything warm, mostly hot.

Right now, I'm finishing my last assignment for Mr. Fox ahead of schedule. I've attributed my quickness and efficiency to the number crunchers in Accounting. I owe them big time for getting me to find solutions more quickly than I would have before. Viola, who I have come to affectionately call "V", said that she had a surprise for me this afternoon. She was making a big deal out of the party tonight in New York. I was more focused on the trip to Metropolis tomorrow.

Just as I finished typing the last word of my report, I pressed print and Viola covered her hands over my eyes from behind.

"Guess who!" she said, laughing.

"You do realize that I knew you were coming already, right?" I said, smirking.

"Alright! I'll let you hand in your last assignment and then we head back to your place to get ready," Viola exclaimed happily.

Shaking my head, I took twenty pages from the printer, stapled them and placed the report into a portfolio. Leaving Viola at my desk, I smoothed out my dress shirt and headed to Mr. Fox's office. I knocked on his door lightly and waited for his response. After hearing a faint "come in," I opened the door and poked my head into his office.

Mr. Fox was on the phone, I quietly opened the door a little further and padded into the room. Placing the report on his desk, I nodded my head and silently mouthed to him to, "have a great day and I'll see you tomorrow." I turned from his desk and exited his office with a smile on my face. I knew that I was good at what I do and that my report was flawless.

"So, where is my surprise?" I asked.

"You have to wait another day for it. I promise you that it will make you happy," Viola said, smiling.

We had driven to Wayne Manor in my Bentley early in the afternoon and were getting some last minute adjustments for her dress in my room. Viola was ecstatic about the party in New York tonight. It was to welcome some new Queen something or other to New York. Viola was really happy because she got a new boss, who allowed her to attend such functions. Wesley was under investigation due to my claims and that meant he wouldn't be working at Wayne Enterprises for the time being.

"Miss Nicole, shouldn't you be as thrilled to be meeting Queen Perdita?" Alfred asked, while pinning the back of Viola's dress.

"So that's her name! Thank you for telling me because I really couldn't care less," I said nonchalantly.

"Don't mind her Alfred; she doesn't want to play dress up is all. I don't know why she's pouting…unless it has something to do with a boy that shall remain nameless, perhaps?" Viola said.

"I have no idea what you are talking about V. I just don't feel the need to go. Meeting royalty doesn't matter to me; most people are going just to try to kiss her ass. She's a little girl!"

"Are you sure this has nothing to do with Master Roy?" Alfred asked knowingly.

"Alfred!"

"No way! You're hung up on Roy Harper. I knew you were trippin' over someone but Roy…you do know that he's-" Viola said, shocked.

"He's what?" I asked.

"Have you not picked up any tabloids in the past two years? Roy's a little…um…well," Viola stuttered.

"Will you just spit it out already?" I said, fuming.

"If I knew that he was the one you were over the moon for, I would have told you to steer clear from him. Nicky, Roy has been known to be a bit...promiscuous," Viola said sadly.

It couldn't be. Roy was sweet, he wasn't a dog. I've spent a lot of time around unsavory types and Roy doesn't seem like he could even pull that off. He's good looking but with the time that I spent with him, there is just no way that he's a manwhore. Roy's almost perfect to me. No! He is perfect to me.

"Uh oh! I know that look. Nicky he's left a trail of broken hearts. All you have to do is ask one of his ex-girlfriends. Did he even call you back after your date?" she asked.

"No, but I find it hard to believe that Roy would be the "love 'em and leave 'em" type. He's too sweet," I said, clearly offended.

"Yeah, he would act that way around you. I don't know if you realize this but your Uncle is built like a brick house. There is no guy in their right mind that would not be fearful of getting their ass kicked." Viola said, wincing from Alfred sticking a needle into her back.

"People aren't scared of Bruce, maybe other business companies. But certainly not potential dates."

Alfred averted his eyes from me and focused on finalizing Viola's dress.

"Don't you find it odd that ever since you brought up that claim at work, no one has dared to mess with you? No one has bumped into you in a hallway and certainly you haven't been getting hit on either," Viola said, staring at me.

"Well I just thought that-"

"People fear your Uncle; you'd be a fool to think otherwise Nicky." Viola sighed.

"Yeah, whatever…" I said, before quickly getting up from my bed and heading for my bathroom.

Lifting up the toilet seat I became reacquainted with my breakfast and lunch. For a short time afterwards I started to dry heave, what the Hell was wrong with me? I never throw up even when I'm sick. This just doesn't happen to me. Maybe I do need to go see a doctor…

"Miss Nicole, are you alright?" Alfred asked through the bathroom door.

"I'm fine Alfred. It must be food poisoning or something."

"I hope you are not insinuating that my cooking made you sick, Miss Nicole. I'll have you know that I've cooked for all of Master Bruce's life and he never once got food poisoning. Should I call a doctor?" Alfred asked, worried.

"No Alfie, I'm fine!" I said, flushing the toilet and reaching for mouthwash.

"Alright, I finished the alterations to your dress this morning after you left. I'd like to see you in it to make sure that it fits," Alfred said.

"Be out in a minute," I whispered, dreading putting on a dress and showboating to the elite masses.

Viola and I arrived at the Villa Rosalina Ballroom and hotel in New York City due to Alfred's great driving. The ballroom was a vast space filled with elegantly dressed tables, coordinated in cream and pale orange. Floral arrangements were made in red and orange in the center of each table. The tables surrounded a big dance floor in the center of the room. The business and entertainment world's elite were out in full force. Socialites could be found as arm candy to rich business men. I nearly threw up in my mouth at the sight.

"It's so beautiful in here! Nicky be honest, how do I look?" Viola asked timidly.

Viola's halter dress was a beautiful shade of emerald green that billowed behind her. In all my time spent with V, I've never seen her so nervous.

"You look amazing! You have nothing to worry about," I said, smiling.

"Thanks! Oh, look who's here." Viola said, knotting up her eyebrows.

I turned my attention to a group of people to the far right of the ballroom. I felt like I had been betrayed. Together talking in their own little clique was my Uncle Bruce with Vicki Vale on his arm, Oliver Queen with a very attractive blonde woman on his arm, reporters Clark Kent and Lois Lane. And perhaps the worst betrayal of all was Roy chatting it up with a blonde chick that I have never seen before. Who the Hell is she?

"She must be new; I've never seen her before," Viola said, shaking her head.

"Whatever."

"Trust me; you're better off without him. Oh no…Vale alert!" Viola said, rolling her eyes.

I scrunched up my eyebrows; I did not need to deal with this bitch right now. She's probably looking for her next story. That's the only reason why she's plastering herself onto Bruce's side. Actually that's only half of the reason; she's probably looking to hook up with Bruce before the night is over.

"Play nice!" Viola said mirthfully.

"As long as she doesn't annoy me…Hello Ms. Vale," I said politely.

Vicky was wearing a pale blue, tight, form fitting gown that had peek a boo sides. In my opinion I found her dress to be trashy but, then again, she wasn't my date.

"Hello Nicole! Who's this?" Vicki asked nosily.

"This is my friend, Viola Zee, she's Terry Sullivan's new assistant."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Zee. Actually, Nicole I got a nice tip from one of my sources at the GCPD. They offered me some shocking news about you," Vicki said, smiling.

"I couldn't think why-"

"Your Uncle is looking over here," Viola whispered.

"I mean a criminal investigation looming over your head and a sexual harassment claim all in one month. Boy, you're fast," Vicki said, smirking.

"I have nothing to say to either matter. Isn't this a party? Shouldn't you be entertaining your date?" I asked, glaring Vicki down.

"Of course, I'll be staying on top of the investigation. I have to get back to my date. Have a nice night, girls," she said, snidely.

"Please let me choke her!" I said, begging Viola comically.

"Not unless you want to cause a scene and get arrested," Viola said, shaking her head.

I sighed, my eyes skimmed over the rest of the ballroom and landed on the one person I thought I'd never see soon. Jason Todd, my ex-boyfriend, was leaning on the far left wall checking out the scenery. This night just got a whole lot worse.

"I think we should go home now."

"Why? What's wrong?" Viola asked, confused.

"My dress is completely wrong! I need to change, yeah that's it."

Looking down at my dress I couldn't believe that I was wearing something so expensive. It was a lavender form fitting dress that billowed out at the thighs and around me with one strap on my right shoulder. I wore simple sterling silver bracelets on my left wrist and my hair was done in curls down my back.

"There is nothing wrong with your dress, what is it, really?" she asked.

"My ex is here. He was adopted by my Uncle before I knew I was his niece. Our relationship ended badly, V."

"So? Ignore him! He's your past; you need to focus on your future, Nicky. With all of this eye candy around…your future is looking brighter by the minute." Viola said, heavily implying for me to flirt.

"How about we sit and enjoy the music first?"

"Alright but, you will have fun tonight and you will forget about all of the drama in your life," Viola said.

We walked over to a vacant table and sat down carefully as to not get anything on our dresses. The reason why I hate wearing dresses was because I feel really constricted in them. I couldn't move around freely like I could in pants or shorts. The DJ changed the music to a soft lyrical that was perfect to dance a waltz to. I was really mesmerized by my surroundings. So much so that I didn't notice someone come up behind me, until Viola pinched me.

I looked at Viola and she nodded her head to motion behind me. Turning I saw a very tall, bald gentlemen dressed crisply in a tuxedo. As I looked up to his face I realized that he was none other than Lex Luthor, owner and C.E.O. of LexCorp. In other words, he was my bosses' competition.

"May I have this dance?" he asked.

I was shocked. I would have thought that my reputation was tarnished by now with the investigation. What would a billionaire like Lex Luthor want with me? Viola pinched me again obviously trying to tell me to go.

"Sure. But I must warn you, I'm a bit rusty." I said, taking his hand.

"It will come to you," he said, smirking, leading me to the center of the dance floor.

I hadn't danced the waltz since Catholic school. There was always a winter formal at the end of the year that students had to attend. The nuns made us learn how to dance the waltz in our early years of school. Strangely, Lex was right; we started waltzing around the dance floor and the steps came back to me in full swing. I noticed that as we danced, eyes were turning their attention to the people on the dance floor. At least I hope their attention wasn't trained onto me, I could do for less attention in my life.

The song ended and we finish our dance. I curtsied and Lex bowed, this actually wasn't so bad. Lex led me off of the dance floor and to another table away from most of the crowd.

"You were right; the steps did come to me," I said, smiling.

"I pride myself in seeing talent, I'm Lex Luthor," he said mysteriously.

"Nicole Schwartz, but something tells me that you knew that already."

"I did. I was curious to see the new Wayne heir; I must say that my informant didn't do you justice," he said, smirking.

"I'm sure you've gotten an earful, so why the dance?" I asked skeptically.

He said serenely, "I think I can estimate a person's character for myself, certainly I know what I've heard about you isn't true. It appears that you've been dealt several raw and unfair ordeals."

"Something like, Mr. Luthor."

"Please call me Lex, might I say that you look beautiful this evening Miss Schwartz." He said, studying my actions.

"Thank you, but I'm not a fan of the color though."

"Lavender, many people don't know this but it's my favorite color. I think you wear it well," he said, clearly checking me out.

"I didn't know that! Lex, it was pleasure meeting you," I said politely, while hastily getting up and heading back over to Viola.

"The pleasure was all mine Miss Schwartz," Lex said intriguingly

Walking back over to Viola, my heart was fluttering in a really funny way. While my head was screaming, "he's evil", guess only time will tell where that acquaintance leads me. I looked at Viola to see her beaming at me, great I'm really in for it now.

"You were great! You dance beautifully and it didn't hurt that you were dancing with the Lex Luthor. So, what's he like?" Viola squealed.

"He's definitely a different breed. One that I'm not used to at all," I said.

She grinned, "Bullshit! I saw you on the dance floor. Your eyes lit up! You're sprung, admit it!"

"No way! It was just a dance," I stuttered.

"Sure it was, but it got your Uncle, his friends and your -ex mad. I mean they were glaring at him like they might attack him in a back alley for touching you."

"Really?" I asked, skeptically.

"I don't know but, this business trip to Metropolis just got more interesting. You do know that he lives in Metropolis, right?" Viola said, teasing.

I rolled my eyes. Of course I know that Lex lives in Metropolis, who doesn't? My heart started to do its flutter dance again. I didn't even notice that it was fluttering while I waltzed either. My life is so unfair! All of a sudden I'm attracted to guys again? I had all but sworn them off because of how Jason treated me. It doesn't help that Roy practically makes my heart do the cha-cha every time I see him. One thing's for sure: this trip just got more complicated.