A/N: Hi everyone! This chapter is interesting. I want to thank mewkazurinu2004 and ladybrin for reviewing Chapter 2. I do not own these wonderful characters but love them just the same.

Chapter 3-The Sacred Script, The Secret Life

Niles went upstairs to his room to freshen up a little bit before leaving to go to the bank. He was still a little taken aback by the fact that C.C. had snapped at him earlier and by how her mood had changed so suddenly for what he could see, was no apparent reason.

He thought initially that it might have to do with her medication, seeing as she was on Prozac, which is a pretty powerful and slightly questionable prescription medicine. However the more he questioned that notion, the more he figured that something else was troubling her. He wanted to confront her about her sudden mood swing, however seeing as she had just been the one that snapped at him, he thought against it.

While going through his dresser to find a different shirt, he came across something very sacred to his heart, a play he had written. Now Niles had written several plays and tried numerous times to get them produced by Maxwell, himself. Of course, every time he tried, they were thrown into the pile of scripts that Maxwell had no intention of reading and sent away with the messenger.

As hard as rejection was, Niles could accept rejection of all his other plays. This one however, was different. He was not willing to submit this play in a pile of manuscripts only to later be thrown away without even the slightest consideration. This play was too special to him for that.

Because this play was about his secret life, the life in which he lived in everyday and yet no one had any idea because it was locked away inside him. He wanted to reveal this life to her and everyone for that matter. But he couldn't, at least not until he had a decent career, a stable income and a home of his own.

Wait a minute; I am going to the bank in order to get these things.

With that thought in mind, he took the play out of the drawer and held it close to him. Maybe he could finally reveal the truth to everyone, even if he couldn't say it directly out loud but through a poignant piece of writing and a stellar performance with the right cast.

I should tell Mr. Sheffield about the inheritance, invest in my own show and have him produce it. Only then everyone will know the truth.

Because the truth is, I have been falling for C.C. Babcock since the first day I laid eyes on her when she was just a slightly plump brunette with black-rimmed spectacles.

Yes, I will put this money to good use. Maybe, just maybe C.C. Babcock will see me as more than just the help. Maybe she will see me as human being.

And with that last thought in mind, he walked out of his room, with the sacred script in his arms, refreshed and ready to begin his new life. He had a plan and was determined to act on it. Oh and just on a whim, I think I will invest a portion of it in the stock market. I saw a Baron's in Mr. Sheffield's office with an interesting company that I wouldn't mind backing.

24 hours from now, Niles Brightmore would be a millionaire thanks to C.C. Babcock and her connections. What Niles did not know however, was that along with this money came some other changes in his life.

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C.C. was back in the office reading some scripts to choose for their upcoming production. She appeared to have recovered from her slight episode earlier that day, however, she was starting to get anxious knowing that Niles was probably headed to the bank by now to sign the documentation and make the "inheritance" his. She knew the transfer would take 24 hours and she knew the risk that came along with it.

He said 2 weeks notice, but what if quits tomorrow? I can't bear to not see him so soon. Oh God, what has come over me? I have never been dependent on the mere presence of someone before…

But as much as she told herself that, she knew it wasn't true. Even though it was merely a life of games, pranks and banter, C.C. couldn't function without that daily rhythm in her life.

Well it was your decision C.C., now don't question your motivation. He deserves the same opportunities as you and if that means he has to leave then you better sight deal with it.

She continued to tell herself that her decision was the right one. Of course she would check with her accountant to make sure the money was transferred successfully by tomorrow afternoon. I mean, after all, she was putting a substantial investment in a man without his knowledge.

C.C. just needed to prove to herself that these views of class and birthright were wrong. She was curious what Niles would do when given the means to start his life. With as much talent and determination as he showed in thinking of ways to insult her, he just needed a little push to channel those traits into the beginning of his own life. She just hoped that somehow even after he began his new life that she would be able to be a part of it.

With all these thoughts in her mind, reading all of these mediocre scripts was proving to be substantially difficult. But she would not let her business partner know that she was thinking about his employee.

So instead she said simply, "Maxwell, all of these scripts are just no good. We need something different. Something that really connects with the audience. None of these are doing it for me. "

" C.C. surely one of them has to be substantial for our next production. These scripts are from some of the most renowned playwrights in the country."

"Nope Max, just not feeling them."

"Well C.C. let me read some of these and I'll be the judge as to whether or not they are good enough for my company to produce."

C.C. getting slightly angry now,

"I thought we were partners, but I feel as if you barely ever take my ideas seriously."

Max starting to get uncomfortable said simply:

"C.C., of course I take your ideas into consideration, I just feel as if you need to give these scripts another chance. Just read over them tonight one more time, would you? You can make your decision tomorrow and let me know."

Angry that he was being stubborn even though she was having a hard time focusing, she still however did not want to lose her job over the issue so she decided just to let it go.

"Alright Maxwell, I'll give them another go. See you tomorrow morning."

And with that she left the office scripts in her arms, although reading all of them through was most likely not going to happen considering her mind was still on a certain sandy haired domestic with piercing blue eyes.