Hey just telling I do not own Maximum Ride, Fang or Iggy. But I do own Lucifer, Reggie, and all the other people I made up. Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

When Max woke up, she found out she was lying in bed. A bed she didn't know. Sitting up quickly, she looked around. She had no idea where she was, the last thing she remembered was being in Lucifer's machiney-type-thingy.

Getting up and walking around the—looking through the window helped her guess—apartment she remembered her notes.

Running—or lightly jogging—back to the bedroom, she started looking for them. Max couldn't find them so she went to the kitchen. On the table she saw a piece of paper. Picking it up and finding that it was her notes. Another piece of paper fell from underneath and onto the floor. It was a letter from Lucifer.

Dear Maximum,

I know you have no idea where you are or how my teleportation machine made you come to be there, but you'll get used to it for the next year. You have clothes in your dresser and food in your cupboards. On the back of this letter are the directions to work, the super market, and the mall. Your job is already taken care of. I'll be checking in on you every now and then to see how you are doing with this. The rest you will learn along the way.

Lucifer

P.S. By the time you are done reading this it will be an hour until work starts.

Looking at the clock Max found out that work started at 7:30am. Turning the paper over she had a feeling she knew where she was. New York City. On the paper it seemed a lot smaller than expected, but she knew that wasn't true.

Since work apparently wasn't that far away, she had about thirty minutes to get ready. Wow, could she smell her own BO! She really needed to take a shower…

Fang got to work three minutes earlier than he was supposed to, because of stupid Iggy. Going to his desk and finding that it had been cleaned out for the new girl, he decided to go get some coffee.

When he entered, everyone who was meant to be there was gathered around a table. Bill, Suzan, Angie, Albert, Pablo—at least they weren't racist—and Iggy were there, but there was a face he didn't recognize.

Her hair was a little past her shoulders and was dirty-blond. He didn't know what Iggy was talking about, saying she was short. Just because everyone is shorter then him, doesn't mean he has to bug them about it. She had on a plaid pencil skirt and a white tank top dress shirt. It suited her very well for her athletic figure.

She must have been the hot girl Iggy was talking to him on the phone about. Truthfully, he's seen better.

"Hey, Nick, this is Max." Iggy motioned for Fang to come over.

"Hi," she said. After he nodded at her, there was an awkward silence that filled the room. Iggy couldn't take it anymore, so he decided to break it.

"I hear you're taking Nick's place when he becomes the assistant. At least we know we won't have to look for someone."

"Yeah that'll be good," Max mumbled. Yet again another awkward silence fell among them.

"Does anyone know if the boss is here yet?" asked Fang.

"Yeah, he came in like five minutes before you," Suzan answered for him.

After giving his small thanks he took off down office.

Knocking on the boss's door before barging in, he faced the man at the desk. Why did the man have to do this again? They were one of the top companies! Why bring in someone with no experience? Did the man even know who this woman was!

"Nicholas, to what do I o the pleasure?" Boss asked.

Fang didn't waste time in getting down to business. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you know she could destroy this company if she screws up? It won't only destroy the company, but everyone will be on our asses for this!"

"Nick, sit down. You are missing a key piece of information. This is my company, not ours. I call the shots around here, not you or anyone else."

Fang couldn't believe this man was his father. Why couldn't he be Jesus? Being killed on the cross would be way better then all this bullshit.

"Lu—," Fang began only to be cut off.

"How many times have I told you to call me father? Or if you don't like that, how about dad or daddy?" Lucifer nagged for about the millionth time this week.

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