Clive adjusted his tie as the elevator slowed to a stop. It was his first time in New York in almost ten years. Ryan said that he could find Greg in this high-rise office on the thirty-fifth floor… somehow. He and Greg hadn't seen each other in over a year so, naturally, Clive would take the opportunity after all he had to be there for work. Clive still couldn't believe that Stephen would pay for him to go to America for some documentary he was working on.

As he stepped out of the cramped elevator into the lobby Clive began to wonder why his snarky sarcastic friend would be at a fashion tycoon's office. Noticing the receptionist's desk he strode forward somewhat confidently and cleared his throat. "Hello I am looking for Mr Greg Proops, do you know where I might find him?"

The bald man behind the desk looked up at him, only just realizing that Clive existed, "Who? Greg Proops? I've never heard of him. What makes you think that he would be here?" Clive sighed not a comedy fan then. Considering Greg's extensive work in America with Whose Live Anyway? As well as his stand up.

"A friend of mine, Ryan Stiles said that he could be found here most of the time."

A look of recognition flashed in the eyes of the man behind the desk, "you might try True Jackson's office, she has a friend named Ryan, she might know" he indicated the door across the space and called out to a young lady who in Clive's opinion was too young to work in an office, "Lulu, This man –I'm sorry what was your name again?"

"Clive, Clive Anderson"

The man nodded his thanks; "Mr. Anderson needs to talk to True, is she available?"

The girl Lulu nodded "yeah Mr. Madigan is talking to her now but she should be back in about three minutes. You know how Mr. M is if he says a meeting will be ten minutes then ten minutes is all you get! Would you like to wait in here Mr. Anderson?" Lulu arose and led Clive a short distance into the office situated behind her desk. "Is there anything I can get you Mr. Anderson? Coffee, Tea some cookies?" Lulu beamed indicating that Clive should sit on the colourful couch.

"Its just Clive and Tea would be lovely thank you. In my line of work no one calls me by my last name."

"What do you do?" was the bubbly question posed by the petite girl, her eyes wide as if trying to think of a profession where people where all on first-name-bases.

"I am a Comedian. I'm not surprised that you don't know me; I work mostly in England my accent might have tipped you off" he smiled at the girl as she passed him a mug of –decidedly weak and burnt – tea. He sipped it politely and tried not to cringe.

Another teenager walked into the room and spotted the duo, one balding old Englishman in ill-fitting attire sitting with her bubbly assistant. "Lulu you said that I didn't have any appointments until later." She turned and stuck out her hand to Clive saying, "Hello, sorry I'm late I am True Jackson what can I do for you?"

Lulu cut in with; "You don't Oscar thought you might be able to help Clive here find a friend. What was his name again Clive?"

"Ah yes I am looking for Greg Proops. A friend said that I might find him here." Clive watched as the surprisingly young woman's – the door said VP – eyes grew almost comically wide.

"Lulu, could you order three hundred yards of that blue damask silk for me please." True said without taking her eyes off the man on her couch. "Clive was it, please follow me. I'll take you to Greg." She lowered her voice dramatically "But do NOT call him Greg here, call him Max." Clive was starting to worry for the poor girls mind. Call Greg Max? Why that was simply preposterous!

The two walked out of the office passed the receptionist whom Clive figured was named Oscar and down a hall or three. At a set of glass doors True stopped, knocked, and slid the door open revelling Greg sitting behind a desk with his back to the door looking out over the streets below.

"Max," True began with emphasis on his name, "There is an Englishman here to see you, one Mr. Clive Anderson" Clive didn't remember telling the girl his last name…

The Chair spun around to face them as the occupant promptly fell onto the floor. "Mr. Madigan!" the girl was at Greg's side in less time then it took Clive to realize he had fallen. The sputtering man motioned to the open door and the girl shut it with a snap. Pressing a button Greg said "Oscar hold all my calls and appointments, even Rosardino" He looked at Clive and Clive looked at Greg.

A grin broke out on Greg's face. "How did you find me here? I take pains so that no one knows I work here! Who told you? I know you, you would never watch any sort of fashion show, or read any fashion articles!? Why are you even in New York? You hate New York!" He Turned to True asking, "Why is he here True?"

Before Clive could answer Greg made him sit down and was at a kettle brewing tea – good tea Greg was good at making tea. "Well" Clive started hesitantly, "Ryan told me that you almost live in New York even though Jen is still in LA, he told me and no I don't know anything of fashion, thank you very much. I'm here because Stephen's making a new documentary and needs a Co for some things. I don't hate New York I dislike it I hate Hollywood. And True knows just as much as you do.

"Now what's all this Max …Madigan was it? Why did young True here tell me to call you Max?"

Greg explained his odd situation as he poured tea into two mugs and a china teacup handing the china to Clive and one mug to True. True took the mug that Lulu had given him and poured it down a small sink in the corner. "A few weeks ago True here walked in on me rehearsing for my Proop-cast, that's how she found out. I have to say Clive you are the first one to walk into Mad Styles. I love it here and I love that I am pulling the greatest improv show in the world! It makes me giddy just thinking about it!" Greg giggled and snorted as Clive sat stunned and blinking.

Was this the secret that Paul had trouble keeping when drunk? Must be. "Why didn't you tell me Greg? " Clive couldn't keep the hurt from his voice. They had been friends for over fifteen years for goodness sake!

True took Clive's tone as an indication she should leave. "Oh True!" Greg called out as she neared the doors, "could you take over my meeting with Rosardino please?" Greg turned his attention back to Clive, "I'm grooming her to take over in a few years.

"I didn't tell you because you wouldn't have approved. I haven't told very many people…"

Fin~