I'm sorry this took so long to get done! I'm trying to make my chapters longer as I feel they are far too short for both you readers' and my liking! I've been working on other chapters other than this so yes don't be surprised if suddenly I update a little too quickly in the future. It simply means I had prepared that chapter far earlier than it's supposed time. Please read, enjoy and review! Constructive critism is always appreciated.

The following song is 'Never Had A Dream Come True' by S Club 7.

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Gabriella's POV

"No way dad, I am NOT gonna be her whatever-you-call-it!" Jack's son yelled at him as he pointed an accusatory finger at me.

I wasn't sure whether to get mad or flinch. I was tempted to shout at him for being such a prick, but there was no way I was going to waste my precious voice on him. He seemed worse than what Jack had described. 'He's a nice boy, just lacking a little in responsibility. I know you'll get along just fine with him.' Oh sure Jack I promptly rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses.

"Yes you will Troy, and I will NOT have my son shouting at me in the office." Jack's voice was low and deadly with a scary glint in his eye. I had seen him give that glint to a poor secretary who accidentally deleted some files. Even I knew Jack Bolton wasn't a man to cross when he gives you that look. Not surprisingly, Troy actually backed down.

"And Troy, let me give you an important piece of information." I tucked the scarf closer to my ears. Oh he is SO not going to like this. "You'll be working for your allowance. If you even fail to turn up on ONE day, kiss goodbye to your wallet!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, I watched as Roy, 'Is that what Jack called him?', jumped out of his chair shouting "WHAT THE HELL?" Way to go Jack, was that like the best way to tell him THAT?

I pulled my burette down lower. I detested such arguments. Especially when the kid was as unreasonable as Ron here. Honestly, he seemed like such a jock with his basketball jersey and all. He was certainly not the type that I normally liked or approve of. Dramatically I cleared my throat and both father and son finally noticed I was still in the room.

Troy's POV

WHAT THE HELL! I was screaming inwardly. There is no way I will give up my precious weekends to some songbird! I actually HAVE a life dammit!

When the bird cleared her throat. My dad paid immediate attention to her. Of course he had to... I was ONLY his SON! I watched as my father bent down and she whispered in his ear. Slowly I scrutinized her and finally decided she was definitely a weirdo. I mean it was scorching outside! Being so close to summer, this bird wore sunglasses and a scarf wrapped around her NECK! If she stepped out of the office I was sure she'd be a cooked bird!

Everyone's POV

"I think we've wasted quite enough time here." Jack adjusted his invisible tie in an attempt to look business like. "V, I think you might want to show my son here where you work. Like the recording studio and your personal room as well." And out of no where he produced a clipboard which he handed Gabriella. If she wasn't wearing her glasses, one would be able to see her eyebrows delicately arched in question.

"That's for recording Troy's behaviour and what he has helped you with. He is to be marked with the maximum score of 100 points. You are to report to me at the end of every day he works for you. If there are no questions I'm leaving. Thanks to TROY I'm late for my meeting." And with that, he strode briskly out of the room.

Gabriella adjusted her scarf slightly before following suit. Troy rolled his eyes and followed her. He continued following her down passage ways, up and down lifts and such. From the exterior of the building, one could never guess how big it really was. It was a never ending maze.

After what seemed like forever, Gabriella finally reached the recording studio. Twisting the door knob she quickly stepped in and turned on the lights revealing many, many switch boards.

"Look this is the recording studio that's reserved specially for me. I do all the singing and recording in here. In fact since you'll be working under me for quite awhile-"

"Don't count on it."

"Try not to interrupt me. Most of the time you will probably be either here or my personal rest space. Which is our next destination." She promptly flicked the switch, letting darkness enfold the room.

Once again she lead Troy through a maze of corridors and passages before reaching yet another room. Slowly she slid the door open.

"V DAH-LING!" A well endowed woman crushed Gabriella in a massive hug. For a moment Gabriella choked on the feathers of her collar. "Uh, hi Cherry."

"DAH-LING it's pronounced SHERRY! Roll your tongue! How have you been DAH-LING." Cherry ranted off as she and Gabriella exchanged airy kisses with fake kissing sounds: Muack Muack!

"Oh just fine Cherry! I would like you to introduce you to my new assistant. Troy, this is Cherry Richards. She's a producer here." Gabriella turned to a very bewildered looking Troy.

"DAH-LING, why ever did they get you a MALE assistant? I just can't seem to understand Jack." Cherry eyes travelled vertically up and down his body. "Still," she took two steps forward, which made the already intimidated Troy take three steps back, "He seems like a fine man. A worthy ad-"

"Now, now, Cherry. Please don't think that he's some potential boyfriend or something-" Gabriella plastered a fake smile on her face and started pulling Cherry away, only to be stopped by a loud guffawing.

"Mmph- Boyfriend! HAHA!!!" Troy let out a huge roar of laughter while Gabriella's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

"Troy." Gabriella took a meaningful step towards Troy, a slightly scary glint in her eye that reminded him strongly of his dad.

"As your boss I will NOT tolerate your insensitive jibes towards my person. As your boss I will NOT tolerate your lack of manners or common sense no matter how little they are. As your boss I will also NOT tolerate your manly ego. I think you are forgetting BOLTON that your allowance is in my hands. Your spring of freedom is in fact in my hands as well. In the time period of which you'll be working for me, it would serve you well to remember that." She practically shouted him as she jabbed his chest with every sentence.

"Yes Mam." Troy hastily swallowed the saliva that had formed at the back of his throat. This woman has definitely spent too much time with his father.

"So Cherry, what brings you here?" Gabriella chirped as she turned back to slightly ruffled Cherry.

"Oh nothing DAH-LING! You know how I like to visit the recording studio and see how our company's song birds are doing! Oh yes how is your album doing V?" Cherry beamed at her.

"I'm doing my best, a lot of the songs have already been written so Jack says I can just start anytime. But I find it difficult to relate to some of these songs so they haven't really come out as well as I would like them to." Gabriella lowered her voice, casting her lids down for but a moment. "Still I intend to work hard so yeah!"

"I wonder dah-ling, would you give me a demo of one of your songs?" Cherry fingered her chin in a thoughtful manner.

"Oh sure, I have one right here." Gabriella reached into her back pocket and pulled out a tape.

"No no dah-ling, I mean a real live demo. I would really like to hear you sing."

"Oh sure I guess so." She checked her watch, "I still have some time before Jack hounds me. Shall we make our way to the recording studio?"

When they finally reached the recording studio, Cherry motioned for Gabriella to go into the soundproof booth while she switched everything on. Troy had followed all the way. He too was intrigued as to how good or bad she sounded. When she glanced at him he had given her a cheeky grin which said "Don't mess up." Her cheeks heated up slightly but still confidently approached the single hanging mike. She slid on the headphones hanging on the stand and signaled Cherry to play track number three. Cherry handed a surprised Troy a pair of headphones as well.

"You can't possibly expect to hear her voice through that sound proof room now do you?" She smiled kindly at a faintly flushed Troy. As the music played he let himself relax for a moment. Then finally he noticed that she had opened her mouth to sing.

Ooh...

Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or neither been
All this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go

I never had a dream come true
Till that day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where love takes me to
A part of me will always be with you

Somewhere in my memory I lost all sense of time
And tomorrow can never be
'Cause yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it should be now or neither been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go

I never had a dream come true
Till that day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where love takes me to
A part of me will always be with you

You'll always be the dream that fills my head
Yes you will, say you will, you know you will, baby
You'll always be the one I know I'll never forget
There's no use looking back or wondering
Because love is a strange and funny thing
No matter how I try and try
I just can't say goodbye
No no no no

I never had a dream come true
Till that day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where love takes me to
A part of me will always be with you

A part of me will always be with you...

Gabriella closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. While Troy? Troy just sat there dumbfounded at her display of talent. But still when she came out he couldn't help but add in "Not bad, for a beginner." Causing her to glare at him which of course he could not see due to her shades.

"And whatever happened to dear old Dad saying you wouldn't speak much?"

Behind the shades her chocolate eyes widened slightly. Hastily, she grabbed a clipboard from a table nearby and scribbled furiously. 'If that's the way you want it FINE'

Troy grinned. She was certainly an interesting person.