Holy crap, people ARE reading this, I thought nobody was going to say anything. Alright, I'm low on inspiration atm, so I'm going to pull something outta my...bag of old tricks, and TRY to incorporate the World Cup into this cause I'm having major WC fever. Being a little spontaneous with this, hopefully you guys can keep up, some zigs and some zags and some 180's. Right, enough rambling. Italics are...haha, they're something.


Emily Fitch is usually a very confident person, success just seems to follow her around everywhere, getting exceptional grades on her AS as well as A levels, an MBA in the States, a high-salary job immediately after getting back to the UK. She's had to work her butt off to earn all those things of course, and along they way, the invisible redhead, aka 'Katie's twin or something' transformed into one of the most successful and well-known businesswoman in Europe, the youngest too, at just 23 years old. But on this particular morning, as she heads to Frederick McClair's office, presumably to make her promotion official, Emily just can't seem to control her nerves, something which has only happened once before.

"Mr. McClair, you wanted to-" But the door instantly slams shut behind her and locks with a firm click. For a moment, she even thought she was being attacked or even kidnapped, but the thought is diminished from her mind the moment she hears that familiar voice.

"Turn around."

"I thought we sorted this out," Emily says, her hands trembling slightly as she attempts to disguise her emotions, and thanks to years of experience, she manages to do so rather well. Still, the redhead obliges, and lets out a shaky sigh of relief when she sees Naomi still completely dressed.

"It's not a crime if you don't get caught now is it?" The shorter girl watches as the gorgeous blonde takes a step closer to her, her cerulean eyes eyeing her intently. Fuck, those eyes are Emily's Achilles heel if nothing else, they're deadly hypnotic, enough to make you forget everything.

"Like I said, you are good," The redhead says, a little smile on her face, yet not taking a step back.

"I am good," Naomi raises her hands and pushes one side of Emily's hair behind her ear; her thumb brushing the girl's cheek, "Do you want me to show you how good?"

Emily shakes her head, because if she damn well knows that if she lets herself speak, there'd only be one three-letter word that would come out.

Suddenly, Naomi shoves her other hand against her abdomen, slamming her hard into the wall, as if sick of all this foreplay. "You sure of that?-"

"Emily!" The redhead bolts upright, breathing heavily. She's in her office, alone, apart from a twin/PA staring at her with a confused look on her face. "I know you said not to disturb your nap or whatever, but McClair says he needs to see you in his office asap."

"What?" Emily's head snaps up immediately.

Katie sighs, "McClair needs you in his office yeah?" It takes Emily a few moments to register the words and regain her composure, thank God for Katie being self-centered enough not to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Right, um, yeah. Thanks." The older twin just nods and leaves a slightly flushed Emily behind to wonder when she's going to stop having these dreams about Alice, or is it Naomi? The redhead grins to herself, too bad she's already gotten a job as managing director, because, otherwise, she would've made an excellent actress.


"Mr. McClair, you wanted to see me?"She tries hard not to sound disappointed when she sees the president and chairman of the company.

The tall guy turns around and give her a small smile, "Yes, Emily, come sit down." He gestures to the chair opposite him.

"I'm going to cut to the chase here ok Emily? We're sending you on a business trip," Emily just nods, she's been sent on a few of those before, "It's going to be fully paid for of course, and you'll still be given your salary as usual."

"Great, what do I have to do?"

Frederick chuckles, "Check out the locations for the upcoming movie shoot with miss Noir."

"What, like, Alice Noir?"

He nods, "Listen, this is practically getting paid to go on a free holiday, all you have to do is keep her happy yeah. The author can cancel the deal at the last minute if she wants to, and that cannot happen, do you understand?" He says, lowering his voice. "There are a shitload of actors and directors wanting to do this movie, it's going to be huge, so you fuck this up Emily, you're done. Got that?"

"Completely." Emily replies, not the least bit shaken up. They both know that this company can't afford to lose her, and even if she does get fired, there are about 3 companies in L.A that are ready to offer her a position no worse than this one.

"Good, here's your itinerary; you leave tomorrow, I suggest you go home and pack."

"South Africa?" The redhead raises her eyebrows, scanning the information on the white sheets of paper.

"The World Cup. It's starting in a couple days."

"The World Cup?" Emily asks incredulously.

"For fucks sakes Emily, read the book or look it up in wikipedia, I don't have time to explain it to you."


"Where're you going?" Katie questions, seeing Emily pack up to leave.

"Home, I'm leaving for a business meeting tomorrow. Congrats Katie, you get quite a bit of free time."

"Is this about that Alice girl everyone's obsessing over?"

"Yep." Emily replies, not looking up.

"Isn't she that girl-"

"Yep."

"I saw you two in the car-park the other day," Katie states, and this time she manages to get her sister's attention. "You know, she's been going to Thomas' club every night like clockworks right? Looking for you."

"Really?" Emily turns back to her laptop, allowing herself a smirk.

"You couldn't keep your eyes off of her for a second that night could you, I saw you drooling over that girl the second she walked in."

"Right, and I really have to go now. The apartment is yours when I'm gone if you want it, you know where the spare key is right?" She goes straight past before Katie even had the chance to answer.

"Whatever." She mutters to herself, but knowing she'll probably have some guys over soon enough after Emily leaves.


Just what the fuck is she up to now? This is the thought that passes through Emily's head when the phone rings the next day, the doorman tells her that there's a car waiting outside. Here goes nothing. Guess that question's about to be answered.