Here's one more chapter before I'm on vacation for the week. I'm not certain if I'll get the time or chance to put anything else up within the next week or so, but at least I've gotten another chapter up before I go. Have a great weekend! Thank you for the reviews!

Close to ten hours later and no one would never suspect what had transpired in the penthouse suite of the hotel. No one except for Alfred who had the opportunity to see a topless Bruce Wayne walk casually into the kitchen in the morning like nothing had happened. Bruce was always good at acting. It was what he had done nearly every day of his adult life. Alfred had learned to look past it. Bruce could sense Alfred's eyes of scrutiny on him while he reached into the fridge to pull out the container of orange juice. Less than thirty-seconds later, Emily stepped into the kitchen in her T-shirt and sleep pants to find Alfred's gaze turn to her. She paused at the door, her expression as that of a cat who had caught the canary.

That expression finally disappeared the moment they stepped out of the hotel suite.

Alfred had to give her some credit. So far, she was looking and acting the part of an assistant of Bruce Wayne's. His and Bruce's concern was the man she was about to meet within Genwerx. Alfred listened as Bruce finished explaining his plan and what he wanted her to do as they rode in the backseat of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?"

Emily nodded, as she pulled out a small compact mirror from her pocket.

"I wouldn't have agreed to it if I didn't," she replied back at him, as she took a final look in the small compact mirror to ensure that she appeared ready.

"I'm just being cautious," he said, closing the briefcase in front of him as he had just finished showing her the various 'toys' that Lucius had set them up with.

"I grew up in Gotham," she argued. "I think I can handle this guy."

Bruce looked towards Alfred, meeting his gaze.

"I'll have Emily call you when we're ready to be picked up."

"Yes, sir," Alfred stated as he pulled up alongside the curb at the Genwerx building. "Good luck."

Emily and Bruce both opened their doors and stepped out into the sunshine. Rather than waiting for Emily, Bruce began to walk towards the front door to the building. He slipped on his sunglasses as he did up the bottom button of his suit coat while he walked. Emily walked slightly behind him carrying a small briefcase.

Emily watched as Bruce walked up to the front desk where two receptionists and a security officer sat. He slapped on his playboy smile.

"Bruce Wayne," he said, looking down at the woman in front of him. "I'm here to meet with Mr. Cooke."

The woman at the desk looked up at him over her glasses, her cheeks reddening slightly before she began to type on the keyboard in front of her.

"You're early," the man beside her responded. He glanced at Emily standing a few feet behind Bruce. "Who's she?"

Bruce turned and leaned against the desk.

"Oh, she's only my assistant," he said with a smile.

"I need a name," the man stated.

Bruce found himself stuck. He couldn't remember and that's when Emily stepped forward. "Bethany Morris."

Bruce shrugged and smiled coyly. "I can never remember names. One assistant is just like the others."

"I'm sure that they are, Mr. Wayne," the receptionist said. "You can go up and wait outside his office."

Bruce nodded as he began to walk forward with Emily at his side when the security officer stood up.

"Excuse me, ma'am!" he called out. Emily stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I need to take a look at that."

Bruce stopped since Emily had been called back. He feigned annoyance and glanced down at his watch before walking back towards the desk.

"It's a good thing that we came early."

He watched as the security officer, turned and flipped the briefcase around before waving his metal detector over it.

Knowing what she knew was hidden within the briefcase, she felt her heart pound slightly as the metal detector passed over it. When it didn't beep, she finally relaxed.

"Can we go now?" Bruce asked, playing the role of an impatient toddler very well.

Emily smiled apologetically to the man.

"Thank you," the security officer said, gently handing the briefcase back to Emily and even offering a sympathetic smile to her.

She followed Bruce into an elevator and waited until the door closed before she spoke.

"You could have warned me that the briefcase wouldn't be detectable," she said softly.

"Sorry about that," he replied, just as quiet.

"And you're quite mean to people. Did you know that?"

"That's what I seem to do best."

Emily smirked.

"If you get any more nasty, I'm going to have trouble biting my tongue."

When the elevator door finally opened on the executive floor of the Genwerx building, Bruce stepped out with Emily following again behind him. The floor was lined with cubicles with a path around and between them. Phones rang and men and women walked around, passing letters and paper photocopies. Bruce turned when he saw a tall woman waiting for them at the door to the elevator. The woman was stood nearly two inches taller than Emily and met Bruce's eyes. She smiled at him.

"Mr. Wayne," she said smoothly, extending her hand towards him. "I'm Charlene, Mr. Cooke's assistant. He's meeting with a board member at the moment but he's assured me that he'll be ready for you shortly. If you follow me, you can wait for him in his office."

Bruce smirked, glad to hear that their punctuality was paying off. They followed Charlene past the sea of cubicles, a few heads glancing in their direction as went by.

"I trust that you have enjoyed your visit to Miami," Charlene said, her hips swinging side to side as she walked beside Bruce.

Bruce smirked. "You have no idea."

Emily nearly let out a laugh but quickly hid it with a cough, which she was certain Bruce caught as he glanced quickly over at her. She listened as Bruce began to flirt with the assistant. Emily watched as Bruce strategically leaned against the door frame with his hand as he continued to flirt mercilessly. The woman basked in it and played right along with him as though she had been trained in flirtation. Emily had never been so happy to finally see the woman leave them alone in the office.

"You really are a playboy," she remarked as both her and Bruce stood up. Emily pulled out a cell phone out from her pocket as she stood by the door. She smiled as the picture came into view. "The camera you put up on the door works great."

"Good," Bruce said, as he continued to pull apart the briefcase, taking a few microphones the size of pennies in his hand. "Let me know if you see anyone."

She looked back down at the cell phone. "Nothing."

Quickly, Bruce walked over to a bookshelf. He placed one microphone behind a photo frame that appeared to not have been touched in a long time. He climbed onto the desk and reached into the light that hung above and placed another just below the chain that held it to the ceiling.

"Still clear?" he asked, his voice deep.

Emily nodded.

Bruce turned to her when he didn't hear her reply. "Emily!" he whispered roughly.

She turned towards him, somewhat confused why he seemed upset.

"What?" she whispered loudly, slightly annoyed.

"Is it still clear?" he asked, just as soft and just as irritated.

"I said yes," she whispered harshly, before looking back down at the cell phone. Her eyes widened slightly. "No, not clear. Someone's coming."

Bruce quickly jumped down from the desk. He turned to the briefcase noticing that it was still needing to be put back together. To his chagrin, he watched her disappear behind the door.

Bruce wasn't happy, until he heard her voice from the other side of the door and what she appeared to be doing. She was buying him time.

Emily met the green eyes of a man the moment she stepped out of the office and closed the mahogany door behind her.

"Hi," she said, trying to play up the role she was given. She smiled sweetly, pushing up on the glasses on her nose as she leaned up against the door.

The man smiled, coyly at her.

"Hello. And may I ask what you're doing here?"

"My name is Bethany Morris," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Mr. Wayne's assistant."

The man nodded in understanding as he shook her hand.

"And he let you out of his sight?"

Emily smiled sheepishly.

"Mr. Wayne was wanting something to drink," she told him, as the man nodded.

He turned and called one of the women from the cubicles, and told her to get a glass of ice water. She quickly complied and headed towards the water cooler by the elevators before the man turned back to Emily.

"Oh, where are my manners," he said, playfully hitting his head. "I'm Brian Cooke."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cooke."

"Please, call me Brian," he said with a wink. "And the pleasure is all mine, I assure you."

Emily smiled, trying to think of how to keep up the conversation.

"Then you must call me Bethany," she said.

"That's a lovely name," he commented with a smile. "You don't hear of it too often. How long have you been working for Mr. Wayne?"

"Not long," she replied. "This is my first business trip as his employee."

The prayers she was sending up to heaven must have paid off because the glass of cold water suddenly returned to them. Brian opened the door for her and Emily walked in, hiding her surprise when she saw Bruce sitting casually in the chair opposite the desk, with paperwork on his lap. She walked straight towards him and handed him the water. Bruce politely thanked her when he saw the man walking in behind her. Bruce stood up and plastered one of those smiles on his face.

"Ah, Bruce Wayne," Brian said, holding out his hand towards Bruce. "So good to see you again old man."

Bruce smiled as he shook the man's hand. "Good to see you too, Brian."

Bruce turned to Emily who stood silently a few feet behind him. "I see you've already met my assistant, Bethany Morris."

Brian nodded and leaned in towards Bruce.

"Where did you find her, Bruce?"

It was obvious to Bruce that Brian was already taken with Emily.

"She came highly recommended," Bruce replied, with a smirk.

Brian chuckled, clapping Bruce on the shoulder. "I'm sure that she was."

He glanced down at the open briefcase on the chair and the pile of paperwork next to it.

"It appears that you're ready to get down to business," Brian commented.

Bruce turned to the stack of paper. "Mr. Fox prepared some documents and notes based on what you had told us during the last time we met. We were just wanting to know if there have been any amendments or additions that need to be made since the documents were created."

Brian smirked, tapping his hand against the top of his desk before casting a quick glance at Emily before looking back at Bruce. He crossed his arms in front of him.

"You're wanting to know about any new products or inventions that we have come up with."

Bruce nodded. "If Wayne Enterprises is going to be getting in bed with Genwerx, we'd like to know what we're getting into before we jump in feet first."

"I showed you what we had the last time you were here," Brian argued.

"That was a while ago," Bruce countered. "A lot has changed within the structure of Wayne Enterprises and we would be ready to invest and collaborate with future projects. It was a tough decision last time when we backed out. Wayne Enterprises is ready now for such a collaboration."

Brian thought for a moment, before he nodded.

"If you're wanting to know what we've been up to, I think it would be better if I showed you rather than explain," Brian said. "If you follow me, I'll give you a tour that will most certainly encourage you to invest and partner with us this time."

Emily followed the two men as they made their way down the hallway side by side, talking business and financials; two things that were foreign to Emily. Instead, she observed the doors they passed and the signs on the starch white walls. Her mind tried to follow the maze that Brian took them through but each hallway looked the same as the rest. The only difference were the numbers on the doors. A few people in full haz-mat suits would pass by them and would turn around, acting surprised at the visitors they had.

Emily casually turned the briefcase, and pressed the button beneath the handle to take a picture. She would stop every so often and turn around as Brian was busy speaking with Bruce. It wasn't until she walked towards a glass door that he noticed her.

Although Bruce attempted to engage the man in conversation, his attention was already turned to Emily as she approached a door which he clearly didn't want her to go close to.

"See something interesting?"

Emily shrugged. "This door caught my eye. I rarely understand much of what Mr. Wayne does and I found it interesting that he would invest in a company as unique as yours."

She watched a gleam in Brian's eyes. Could he tell that she was attempting to flatter him? Finally, a smirk appeared to grace his face.

"Then I'm sure that you'd be interested in what we have going on in this room over here," he said, resting his hand on her lower back as he directed her across the hall. Her eyes met Bruce's as he stood in the middle of the hallway. He gave her a subtle nod as she allowed Brian to escort her to a place that he obviously felt more comfortable showing a stranger. She suddenly changed her tactic.

"I'd be more interested in what you were doing in that lab," Emily said, pointing towards the door they were walking away from.

"Unfortunately, it's locked and under restricted access."

"Even to you?" she asked sweetly with a smile.

She was doing well. Bruce had to admit that. She had managed to capture the attention of the CEO as Bruce reached into his pocket for another microphone

Bruce watched as she sweet-talked her way into letting Brian Cooke show her the room with restricted access. He followed them into the room and managed to place the microphone beneath a table by the door.

"There's nothing interesting in here," Brian told Emily. "Just many science equipment and things."

Emily did find one thing interesting. A large white board was covered with dozens of equations using periodic elements. A few words in Latin, possibly the scientific name for something was circled near the bottom of the board.

Bruce watched as Brian appeared to become a little apprehensive with her looking so long at what was written on the white board.

"What is written there?" Bruce finally asked.

Brian shrugged and smiled, certainly feigning ignorance as his body language told Bruce otherwise.

"I don't know," he said with a laugh. "I leave the scientific stuff to my employees. I only sign their pay check. Why don't we discuss it further downstairs? We have a beautiful lounge on the main floor," Brian suggested, as he walked a little quicker than he had before towards the door with Emily in front of him.

Bruce nodded and followed the man towards the elevator. He glanced over at Emily walking beside him. He was more interested in knowing what she had read and resolved that he would again have to wait.

Emily sat between Bruce and Brian at the table and across from Charlene. Emily was quiet as Bruce and Brian continued their conversation speaking in financial terms that she wasn't familiar with. She tried to feign interest as she looked at each of the men as they spoke. Every so often she glanced over at Charlene across from her as she quietly listened and volunteered information for Brian when asked. It was hard not to become disinterested and Emily soon found herself staring down onto her plate of warm sushi.

It wasn't until she felt a warm hand on her knee that she suddenly looked up. She heard looked over at Bruce and heard him talking before she quickly realized it whose it was. Slowly, she looked over at Brian and caught his smirk and a wink before he turned back to Bruce.

Emily sat up straighter as she felt him move his hand higher up her thigh. When she felt his hand move towards the inside of her leg, she quickly stood up gaining the attention of both men and Charlene at the table.

"I'll be right back," she told them as she dropped her napkin beside her plate and walked off towards the washrooms.

"What's that all about?" Brian asked, in all sincerity.

Bruce looked over his shoulder as he watched her walk into the lobby towards the washrooms. He was concerned.

"I don't know."

Emily took deep breaths as she walked through the lobby, passing various business men and women as they went past the security desk. As she walked past the desk, she noticed the security officer sitting in a chair, holding up the newest copy of the Miami Herald as he read it. A photo on the back cover caught her eye as did the title in small writing - Wayne's Private Island Getaway.

She paused for a moment, trying to see from a distance if she could even recognize that it was her. There was no doubt that the photographer had gotten a decent enough picture of herself and Bruce as they stood on the shore of the beach, her mask firmly in place over her face.

Sighing in relief, she turned and walked back to the table.

"That was quick," Brian commented, as they looked up at her.

Carefully, she sat down.

"I was just needing some fresh air," she told them. "I don't think some of the sushi is sitting well with me but I'll be all right."

Bruce looked at her, concerned. He could tell that something was wrong, but he wasn't about to ask her in front of Brian. So, he simply nodded.

"You may go up and lie down in my office, if you'd like," Brian suggested as he gently rubbed the back of her neck. Bruce caught the gesture and folded his hands in front of him over his plate, trying to ignore it.

"No, thank you," Emily said, shrugging Brian's hands off her neck. She glanced quickly over at Bruce for a moment before attempting to relax under Brian's gaze.

Brian finally nodded before sitting back in his chair and continued his conversation with Bruce. Less than a minute later, she felt that hand back on her leg.

She did everything in her power to not swat it off like a fly and stand up to hurl an a few choice words of profanity at the man, but she managed to bite her tongue. But as his hand began to travel beneath her pencil skirt, she had decided that he had gone too far.

Emily suddenly pushed her chair out, catching Brian off guard as he suddenly slumped forward, his hand dropped off her leg. Bruce looked over at him, confused as Emily reached for her cocktail glass and splashed it into Brian's face before she slapped him. The man seemed as surprised as Bruce and Charlene were and the spectacle quickly gained the attention of everyone in the room.

"Keep your disgusting hands off of me, you pervert!" she shouted as Brian pushed his chair back to stand up, his hand against his cheek. Bruce stood up at the same moment, finally aware what was bothering Emily during their entire time at the lounge. He couldn't blame her for the outburst and he felt bad.

Brian face and top of this suit jacket and shirt were soaked as Charlene stood up beside him, handing the man his napkin, to which Brian just tossed back onto the table. He was angry.

"Wayne! Do you tolerate this type of behaviour from your employees?"

Bruce looked over at Emily and realized that other guests were watching with anticipation as to what he was about to do.

"Only when it's justified," he replied, calmly.

Brian seemed to seethe with anger even more.

"Our deal is off!" he exclaimed.

Bruce smirked and nodded. "Fine with me." He turned to Emily. "Let's get out of here."

He began to walk out of the lounge with Emily behind him and past the many onlookers.

"Wayne!" Brian called. "The sex must be good if you let her get away with that sort of behaviour."

Emily felt the verbal slap and stopped to see Bruce turn in front of her as she watched a familiar darkness fall over his face.

"Bruce," she said softly, putting her hand on his arm. "Ignore him."

"When you finally fire her, send her back down to Miami," Brian called. "I'm sure that I can find a few positions for her here."

Bruce could hear him chuckle and the double meaning behind his words and it was enough. He walked around Emily with a smile on his face as he approached Brian. Without another thought, his made a fist and punched Brian in the face, catching the man completely off guard. He fell backward and held onto his cheek as a nasty bruise was already beginning to form. Bruce cradled his hand, forgetting how painful it can be to punch someone without the protection of a glove.

He looked beside him when he felt a hand on his arm, pulling him back.

"Bruce, let's go."

He saw the urgency in her face and agreed. Bruce followed her out of the lounge as she pulled out a cell phone from her bag, quickly dialing it to contact Alfred.

"He's around the corner and will be at the curb in a minute," Emily told him as they walked out of the lounge.

Bruce nodded as they made their way out the door and into the sunlight. Emily looked down the road, watching as a parade of taxi's and vehicles made their way past the building. She anxiously looked for the familiar dark Mercedes when she heard a voice call out towards them.

"Hey Wayne! Expect a phone call from my lawyer! I'm suing you for assault!"

Bruce looked over his shoulder to see Brian standing at the doorway, with a cloth to his head.

Emily had bit her tongue far too long. She turned around just as Alfred pulled up alongside the curb and Bruce opened the door for her.

"Then I'll be suing your ass for sexual harassment, you perverted jerk!"

Bruce took her by the arm and gently led her towards the open door, and closed it behind her before rushing around to the other side of the car and quickly climbed in.

He heard Emily let out an irritated sigh.

"What a pompous, arrogant bastard!" she exclaimed, as she kicked off her shoes and took off her glasses.

The outburst caused Alfred to glance up at her through the rearview mirror.

Bruce slowly flexed his right hand and balled it into a fist before stretching out his fingers again. The muscles were already feeling the tightness.

"Alfred, can you drive us right to the airport? We're leaving," he said, equally frustrated.

"I take it the meeting didn't go well," Alfred stated as Bruce let out a grunt.

"The swelling on my hand says it all."

Alfred looked towards Bruce.

"Did you hit that man?"

Emily reached out and took Bruce's hand as the man looked up at Alfred. She turned it over to take a look at the swelling that was quickly building along his knuckles.

"Unfortunately," he replied, as he looked back down at his hand as Emily pressed her fingers against the inside of palm as she slowly moved every finger, one at a time, checking to see if any of them were broken.

They could hear Alfred sigh as he passed a folded newspaper over his shoulder.

"Then I'm sure that the newspapers will love it as much as they scooped up your picture from last night," he said, solemnly.

Bruce glanced up at Emily as he gently pulled his hand away from her to skim through the paper until he found their image on the back cover. He looked over at Emily as she turned to gaze out the window.

"They don't know it's you," he assured her. "And as far as Brian Cooke knows, you're Bethany Morris. He'd never be able to track you down."

She nodded, as he paused for a moment.

"I'm sorry for putting you in that position," Bruce said softly. "If I knew what he was doing..."

Emily smiled wearily before reaching forward and traced her hand along his face. "It's fine Bruce. I took care of myself."

The image of her slapping Brian across the face and tossing the remnants of her drink at him replayed in his mind as a smile came to his face.

"You certainly did," Bruce remarked. "At least we managed to get the microphone's placed."

"You got them all sir?" Alfred asked.

Bruce nodded as he picked up the laptop from the floor and opened it up, noticing that the microphones were working and were transmitting the sounds of the rooms onto the internet to Bruce's laptop. "All three, plus one more that we never expected to get but thanks to Emily, we did."

Alfred smiled. "So, you two worked as a pretty good team, yeah?"

Bruce nodded. "We did."

The smile faded as a thought came to his mind. He turned to Emily.

"Did you know what was written on that white board?"

She shrugged. "I'm not a scientist so I'm not familiar with what the chemical compounds would create. But I did recognize part of the diagram as being that of epinephrine. They did have another bio molecule attached to it that I didn't recognize. I'm sure that if I can at least write out what I saw."

Bruce smiled. "That would be great. Thank you. I'm glad that I brought you along, even if I do end up getting a lawsuit out of it."