The day had started just like any other Friday, True and Lulu went to school in the morning, and in the afternoon Lulu went off to her 'Co-op' placement at Mad Styles. True had to stay at school all day on Fridays for a fashion class that Max insisted she take. Lulu could see the logic in that. Even though Max had guaranteed a job to True he wanted the rest of the world to see that she was qualified for the position. Max even said that after she graduated the company would help her with business school. If she needed it, she had started saving for school almost as soon as she started to work. Lulu had done the same, but she still didn't know what she wanted to be. Being True's assistant was all well and good but Lulu didn't think it was all she wanted to be in life.

Settling at her desk outside of True's office Lulu prepared herself for a long afternoon. Oscar was visiting his sick brother and Amanda was in between assistants so Lulu would be stuck there for hours with no one to talk to. Not to fear though, Lulu had a system: she would work on her homework for as long as she could without getting too board getting most of it out of the way then she would move on to anything True needed her to do. She was just finishing her calculus work when an accented voice made her jump.

"Ryan you never said that American fashion tycoons employed children!" Lulu jumped and looked up at the duo before her both men quite tall but that was where the similarities stopped. The man that spoke was about six foot four inches tall he had straight red hair tied back in a short tail. His eyes where outlined with badly smudged kohl. Despite the makeup Lulu could see the bags under his eyes. He was wearing a black dress shirt under a black and dark purple vest; his legs were covered with skinny black pants in his arms he clutched a white dry-cleaners bag with a hanger sticking out of the top. The bag was ripped in several places.

The man beside him smiled an easy smile down at Lulu. He was massively tall – at least six foot six or seven. He was dressed much more casually with a simple blue dress shirt and khaki slacks with the biggest pair of convers trainers on that Lulu had ever seen! "Tim I told you that this is Mad Max' place you and I both know he would employ people young enough to be his own children!" while the red head was Australian this gentle-seeming giant was defiantly an American

Lulu remembered that she did work here and as Oscar was out she would cover for him as receptionist. Coming out from behind her desk she stuck out her hand to the smiling American first introducing herself, welcoming the pair to Mad Styles and asked if she could help them with anything.

The American answered first, "Hello Lulu, my name is Ryan Styles. This jetlagged Aussie is Tim Minchin. Max is an old friend of mine and I met Ms True Jackson a little while ago, are either of them available at the moment?"

Lulu frowned, "If you know Mr. Madigan how come you don't know that he is in Australia right now… But True should be available in about," she glanced at the clock, "ten or fifteen minutes, if you would like to take a seat here." Lulu motioned to the green seats between her desk and the elevator.

Tim turned to Ryan with an incredulous look on his face. "Of course he is! I fly twenty-one hours around the world, the airline actually break my stage costume, Paul fucking McDermott sends me to you, you sends me to Max who flew twenty-one hours back to Australia! Bloody typical. And I bet he is going to see Paul while he's there!" Ryan just laughed and took a seat.

"Wait, you perform on stag? Are you an actor or a singer?" Lulu couldn't think of any singers that looked like either of them…

Tim grinned at the seventeen year old. "We're comedians. Ryan here is a world famous Improvisation Player and I play silly songs—"

Ryan cut him off, "Tim plays more then silly songs, he is on a tour with a –fifty-five was it?" At Tim's nod Ryan continued, "Fifty-five piece orchestra. He just came from Australia and before that he was playing it in England." Lulu's eyes grew wide at hearing that. The fact that True knew who these people were was amazing! Tim continued to stand looking around him.

"Why are you here by yourself? I wouldn't let Violet to work somewhere like this, would you Ryan?" Lulu felt herself getting angry. Her parents weren't bad because they let her work here! Ryan just smiled apologetically at her and mouthed 'Jetlag' as he pulled Tim down into the chair beside himself.

Only a few moments passed before the elevator admitted True who stopped as she noticed who occupied the green chairs. Grinning she walked up to the pair saying, "Ryan you should have given Mr. Anderson some warning before sending him here! He was so confused when he eventually met up with Greg." True and Ryan grinned at each other.

"But True," Ryan complained half-heartedly, "that's half the fun! All of us love poking fun at Clive."

"What brings you to New York and who is your handsome friend?" with that True stuck her hand out to Tim saying, "True Jackson, VP Mad Styles" Tim looked taken aback. And hesitantly took the proffered hand.

"T-Tim," He stammered turning to Ryan with wide eyes, "Another one? She can't be more then eighteen! And a VP? God Ryan you have weird friends!" Tim rubbed his face smearing the kohl even more. At the same time Ryan drove his elbow into Tim's side.

Glowering briefly at the older man Tim muttered, "Look, sorry, I've had a long day. Can we start over? Hello Miss Jackson, My name is Tim Minchin. I was told that you might be able to help fix this." He indicated the clothes sheath he still clutched to himself. "The airline wrecked it and I need it for my show tomorrow night."

True smiled use to the way people reacted to her age after three years, "follow me into my office and let me have a look. Lulu, hold all my calls except for Max's please." With that True led the duo of comedians into her office.

Fin~