A/N: This is basically just a filler chapter. Enjoy

Chapter 3

"How did your date go last night?" I ask Piper the following morning, as I get ready for my new job.

"It wasn't a date," Piper says. "I don't know. It was kind of fun."

"Did you kiss?" I ask her.

"No," she blushes.

"Did you want to?" I tease.

She doesn't answer, only blushes.

"You did," I giggle. I glance at the clock. "I've got to go. I'll talk to you later." It was already 9:30 and I had to be there at 10. I wanted to be early on my first day.

"Good luck," Piper offers.

"Thanks," I wave goodbye.

When I got to the Vegas Daily building, it was only 9:45. So, I went to find Kelly Kane, the editor.

"Hi, I'm looking for Kelly," I say to the receptionist.

"Her office is on the second floor," the receptionist points carelessly towards an elevator.

"Okay," I say.

When I walked out of the elevator I could go either left or right. Great.

I start wandering left, searching for any signs of Kelly. Or anyone at all really.

Finally, the last door in the hallway said: KELLY KANE. I sigh in relief and knock on the door.

"Just on time," Kelly smiles as she opened the door.

"I would have been here sooner, but your receptionist simply told me you were upstairs. I couldn't find your exact office," I explain.

"Sorry about her," Kelly frowns. "She's been running a lot of errands for me. She is probably having a hard time of it."

I nod.

"Now, I know you're wondering why it is so quiet here," Kelly begins. "The place doesn't actually open until eleven on Sundays. I wanted you to come in early so we could get you set up and I could explain the working of Vegas Daily to you."

"Okay," I nod. "Good to know."

"Your office will actually be down here on the right. You will be our Entertainment writer," Kelly explains.

"Great," I say. This would be a great job for me. I love movies, TV, books… etc.

"Now, you can work here or from home. You are welcome here any time it is open, or if you ask to come early or stay late. Um, I will email you your piece and a deadline. I do not tolerate tardiness. You can either email your finished piece to me, or fax it to me, even print it out and hand it in," Kelly tells me.

I nod, showing her I understand.

"Alright. You're the last door on the right. Fell free to get your office organized how you wish. You will have to set up a login account on your computer. I left instructions on your desk," she says.

"Okay," I smile. "When can I expect to get my first assignment?"

"By the end of today," she smiled.

I nod and head to my office.

I already set up my login info, so now, I really didn't have much to do. I had to wait until I got an assignment. I suppose I could organize the office supplies I was given.

I was a bit OCD, so organizing my office took about two hours. Then, my computer beeped.

I ran over to my computer; I am really excited.

It is an e-mail from Kelly with my first assignment.

Eek. My first assignment! I am so excited. I can't believe it.

I quickly read over what Kelly wrote.

Alissa:

There is an art gala this Saturday at 1 p.m. in the warehouse on Palm Avenue. Attend and write up an article on it. Thanks and good luck.

I should tell Piper about this. I think to myself. Maybe she could submit a piece of her work.

After I write down the details of the e-mail, I gather up my stuff and head out.

I pass Kelly in the hallway and wave.

"Have a good day," she calls.

"You, too," I reply.

When I get home, Piper isn't there.

I just shrug, maybe she went to look for a job.

I made myself some lunch. It was only 12:00, but there was no reason for me to have stayed at the office.

It was nearing five o'clock before Piper got home.

I had been laying, practically half asleep, on the couch. The opening of the door startles me.

"Hey," she says as she walks in.

"Where were you?" I ask.

"At Jerry's," Piper blushes. "We had lunch."

"Uh huh," I say.

"Honestly," she laughs.

"We're going out again this weekend," she sighs happily.

"Really?" I ask. "You two seem to be hitting it off pretty well."

"Yeah," she giggles. "He's so nice."

"Just be careful, yeah?"

"I will."

"Good."

"Oh, there is an art gala this Saturday. I think you should enter some of your work. You could get good money here. And I have to write an article on it, so I can advertise your piece," I smile eagerly at her.

"I'll think about it," she shrugs.

"You are really good," I tell her. "You just need to get a little confidence."

"I know," Piper says. "I'll try."

The rest of the night was pretty boring. Piper and I did, however, have a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon.