A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

After Grant leaves, Joan is almost killing you with her stare. "Hey!" She calls you.

You walk over to her desk with a smirk.

She asks excitedly. "So, how did it go?"

"Surreal." You simply answer.

"Surreal?" She chuckles. "Why?"

"I can't really tell you the details... You know, privacy issues but it was a bit weird."

"Well, he was all serious when he arrived and when he left he was all smiling so I guess it went well..."

"Yeah, I hope so. He's my only client as of now so this better goes fucking perfectly instead of just well..."

At that moment Stella leaves her office and meets you there at the reception.

"Hey!" She calls you with a smile. "I suppose Grant has left already... How did it go?"

"I think it was fine. He seemed willing to cooperate, he agreed to my suggestions so..." You smile assuring. Certainly Stella didn't need to know about Grant's breakdown.

"Ok, good. And GQ, uh? You're aiming high, my dear." She chuckles amused.

You look at her with a frown. "How do you know that?"

"Don't worry, I was not doing espionage on your work... The editor called me last night, just to make sure you were who said you are and if he could trust you."

You smirk. "Really?"

"Yes, I explained him you had just been promoted, I told him your new position and I told him he could totally trust you because you're currently one of the best employees I have. Did you hear back from him?"

"Yeah, he replied me this morning saying he would seriously consider Grant for a cover issue. Thank you, I guess."

"You're more than welcome. I told you, you can count on me. I'm here to help you."

"Ok, so do you have some time now? Like ten minutes?"

"Yeah, I suppose." Stella smiles.

"Ok, I'd like to report to you what I have so far on Grant. You can tell me what you think."

"Sure, I'd love that. Did he sign the contract?"

"Yes. I'll get that and my stuff from my office. Hang on."

You run to your office to get those things and go to Stella's office to show her your work. She seems very impressed with everything and she congratulates you.

"Well, I think you're doing a wonderful job here. Honestly I think Grant has won the lottery in what his publicist is concerned. Keep up the good work. I won't load you with any more clients for the time being. It's not that you couldn't handle it but I want you focused on this. And since it's your first client it allows you to get more comfortable with your new job without a lot of pressure on."

"Ok. Thanks. I'll keep it up then. Time to sort his fan mail." You giggle.

"Get someone from downstairs to handle that. Maybe Dave. Yeah, what about we make Dave your new assistant?"

"Fine by me." You smile. Dave has just finished his internship there and started officially working as a paid employee. And you liked him very much.

"Good. You can't waste your precious time with that kind of tasks. Decide what to do about the fan mail and then have Dave to actually do it, ok?"

"Sure."

"So, are you going with Grant tomorrow for the interview?"

"Yeah. I wanna make sure he doesn't say or do anything foolish..." You remember his scene earlier because of the cheating girlfriend.

"Hahha! He usually doesn't do that, does he? He seems to be a guy with both his feet on the ground."

"Yeah, I think he is but just in case... You know, better safe than sorry." You chuckle.

"I totally agree."

"I put him on that Friday premiere as well. I'm also gonna be there too, help him with the contacts..."

Stella claps her hands. "Bravo! Great opportunity for Grant and since you handled most of the publicity plan for that blockbuster you know almost everyone there... Clever. Really, I'm proud of you."

You smile happily. "Thank you. It means a lot coming from you."

"Nonsense. You don't need me to say it. You know you're good."

"Well, there's just one thing... I hope it doesn't bring any problem..."

Stella frowns. "What?"

"Something Grant said... He said he was expecting someone older. I just hope he doesn't think I'm not capable of doing this."

"Well, he signed the contract, didn't he? And you said he agreed to your suggestions... You're practically the same age, I'm sure you two will get along just fine."

"I don't need to get along with him. I need him to respect me and my job." You say matter-a-factually.

"And I'm sure he will. You don't need to be friends with him but that doesn't mean you two can't have a more informal professional relationship, ok? Don't let your own personal opinions interfere."

"My personal opinions?"

Stella smiles. "Come on, ever since I told you who your client was gonna be, you referred to him in a scornful and disdainful way 99% of the times. And the other 1% was to ask me who he was. Like I said, you don't need to be friends with him but you should probably lose that prejudice you have for everyone's sake, ok?"

"Ok." You hate to admit Stella is right. "I promise."

"Good. Now go back to your work. Anything else I'm here, you know."

After a deep sigh you are back in your office. "More Grant to work on. Wonderful." You say ironically. "Here we go."

Meanwhile, Grant went back home to have some lunch before going to shoot a new 90210 episode in the afternoon. He finds his roommate Doug there.

"Hey, Grant, dude, how was the meeting? Hitting any red carpet any time soon?" Doug jokes.

Grant giggles. "Actually yes. Friday night. Movie premiere"

Doug scowls his eyebrows. "What? THE MOVIE PREMIERE? The one everyone is waiting for? Jeez, way to start. What's she like?"

"Well... She's young, probably around my age. She seems a bit older because of the whole professional look, but taking a closer look I can tell she's young."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And she's so bossy, you should have seen her." Grant laughs and he tries to impersonate you. "'Grant, do this, don't do that, do it this way, be here, don't be there…'" and then he chuckles, "bossy."

"Hahaha! When you put it that way it's almost sexy. Is she hot?"

Grant chuckles. "If she listened to you right now you would be dead. She would kill you with her eyes alone. Seriously, you should have seen her face when I asked her how old she is."

Doug laughs. "Maybe that's because she's done a ton of plastic surgeries and she's actually older than she looks like. Hahaha!"

"Nah, she's young all right. And yeah, even in that god damn suit you can tell she's hot. Very pretty face too." Grant smiles cheekily.

"Good, happy to see she cheered you up." Doug teases.

"Oh, don't even start... I had the most stupid breakdown in front of her. I was ranting there about how I was cheated on by my girlfriend, how I loved my girlfriend so much and she cheated on me. Seriously, most embarrassing moment ever."

Doug opens his eyes in awe. "You're kidding..."

"I wish. I wish I could turn back time and erase it. But you know what? Somehow it helped. It helped me to see I've been a jerk and an ass to everyone, being unpleasant, moody, annoying... And for what? For someone who doesn't deserve anything at all. You know what? I'm done. From now I'm the good old Grant Gustin again but now improved. I will focus on my career and waste no time with damn girlfriends."

"Glad to hear it."

"Wanna hear this?" Grant grins widely and Doug looks expectantly at him. "She wants me to be in the cover of fucking GQ."

"HAHAHA! Brilliant. That would be awesome."

"It would. Seriously, she's efficient. I like it. Of course she's also a pain in the ass. She teased me with a cup of coffee but when I tease her back she almost kills me."

"Really? Uptight type, uh?"

"Totally. Control freak." Grant laughs. "I think she thinks I'm some kind of dumb actor."

"Maybe she's intimidated by your awesomeness and sexyness." Doug giggles.

"According to her own words, I'm 'too sweet'."

"Ouch! Too sweet? It's Jett's fault. That dog of yours is the biggest chick magnet ever."

Grant laughs loudly. "Poor Jett. Regardless, she said I'm too sweet like it's a bad thing."

"Maybe she doesn't like it sweet..." Doug laughs even more.

Grant giggles now embarrassed. "Oh stop. Don't put stuff in my mind, I'm gonna see her tomorrow again because of the interview I'm doing and I can't look at her straight if you keep saying stuff like that."

Doug grins. "Ok, maybe not with your publicist, I get it, it's work, but it's good to see that you're back to your old self. You know there's a lot more girls out there, right? And not everyone is a cheating bitch..."

"Stop. I don't want to hear about that. I don't care for girls, girlfriends, whatever. I wanna focus on my job. I have shootings today and I have more screen tests for the Scorsese movie by the end of this week. And the competition is tough. I cannot be distracted."

"Ok, I get it. Gotta go to the dance rehearsal now. Catch you later. Good luck for the shootings!"

"Thanks!"

Grant looks at his watch. "Hummm, still time for a quick search." He grabs his laptop and googles your name. "So, since you know everything about me, it probably doesn't hurt if I know something about you too..."