A/N: Heyo, hello guys! Here is chapter 3! What do you guys think so far? I know things aren't happening superfast, or it feels like that sometimes, but this adaptation has so many twists and turns that will keep you on the edge of your seats that it only seems like that for now.

Anywho, do let me know what you think! I might not update over the weekend, so the next one won't be until Monday, maybe.

I don't own pitch perfect.

Things were moving forward a little too fast. Babel really knew how to be a thorn to their side, that much Aubrey could say. DSM too by extension, of course. Oh, how she loved to just give them a taste of their own medicine, take them down a peg or two.

Maybe that's why she enjoyed the little show that Beca put on display as she took care of the thugs that Babel E&C sent to throw them out of their own homes and business spaces.

Aubrey still wasn't sure what to make of Beca, who was currently sitting next to Emily, and across herself and Uncle Chris in the little meeting table at the center of their humble office. Emily made some coffee with the Keurig machine that she served in mismatched mugs. Beca eyed the drink warily but didn't want to offend her hosts. At least it would seem that she was willing to try the drink out and show some bit of humility for the sake of what felt like an unlikely alliance between their law firm and Luke's international friend.

They sat in silence for a while, taking a few sips of coffee. Emily was the first one to break the silence, gushing about how cool Beca was. It didn't last long though. Uncle Chris leaned back on his seat, ocean blue eyes studying Beca's every movement and her lack of any reaction from Emily fangirling next to her.

He cleared his throat, which got Emily to stop blabbering about. He waited for Beca to shift her attention from her drink and focus on him before he spoke. "Why are you doing this? Help us?"

"Is the reason they sent my friend to the hospital not enough?" Beca asked calmly.

Uncle Chris hummed. "The way you move, the refined movements, the way you talk, the way you dress… you're no like us. You don't live our life, face our struggle. You come from the same world as that young CEO of Babel," was his astute deduction of Beca. Aubrey would have to agree of that assessment. Uncle Chris was spot on as usual. "But here you are fighting against them… despite being someone not motivated by right or wrong, or the pursuit of the truth and justice."

"And what I may motivated by then?" Beca then asked.

It was Aubrey who answered. "Money… Power… What ever it is that fuels your desires. So, why do you help us? What's in it for you?"

Beca smiled and set her mug down but responded to neither their assessments nor Aubrey's question. Emily, on the other hand, sat silently observing the conversation.

"If I may," Beca then said, "I'd like to ask why you're doing this. Both of you are smart and capable, why pursue this uphill battle and make enemies of powerful people? I've been digging info about Babel… they're influence and wealth… you really think they won't do everything in their power to stop you and shut you down?"

"To people who have nothing," Uncle Chris spoke, "People who don't have a voice, or much of material possessions, whose fight was over before it began… I want to be the last straw of hope for them that they can grasp on. Because what good are my skills as a lawyer for to those people who can stack the odds, cheat their way to a victory, obscure the truth, and tip the scales of Lady Justice in their favor?"

"You should still be careful," Beca warned. "There are people out there, bad people, who still live by a code of honor, but there are those who know nothing but destruction and will use that destruction to get what they want. You can't be the last straw of hope for those who need help if they decide to burn you down."

Beca sighed before turning her attention to Aubrey, "And you?"

"I'll answer your question only if you answer my earlier one," Aubrey responded, unmoving.

Beca smiled again. "I'm on vacation. I had an argument with my brother you see, and decided that taking a breather some place far away from him might be for the best for now. Cool off, and all that."

Aubrey didn't buy the excuse. First of all, why would you go on vacation at Barden Tower? But nevertheless, she let it slide for now. Beca Bella insisted on being on tough nut to crack.

She took a sip of her own drink before giving Beca a response.

"I came from that same background, rich and nothing to worry about, but once you actually spend time in the real world, you'll realize just how privileged one can be. I don't need to make more money than I can spend, when I can dedicate my time winning these impossible cases for people who do need it."

"How naïve and idealistic," Beca commented with a sad smile. "But I suppose, for every lawyer with a voracious appetite for money and power, there needs to be people like you two. I admire that dedication for your beliefs," she went on to say. Beca looked thoughtful for a moment, "With Babel, I'd like to at least help."

"You'd want to consult for us?" Uncle Chris asked.

"Heroes like you two – or should say last straws of hope? – shouldn't go off to slay monsters like Babel on your own. Let monsters fight each other instead."

"Well, we really don't have the funds to hire a monster," Aubrey commented. "Where would we even find one?"

Beca smirked. "That's why I'm offering my services for free."

Aubrey eyed Beca closely. She was petite, with a slim frame, but as she had displayed, she was more than capable and strong. If Aubrey was anybody else, she would have laughed at the comment and dismissed it as a joke, but something tells her that what Beca said was not an exaggeration.

If anything, she felt like she was underselling herself.

"I'd like to get this Babel business sorted immediately, so what do you say?"

Uncle Chris gave a nod in response before turning to Emily. "Give her access to all our files on Babel."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Beca then said.

"It's less a vote of confidence and more a curiosity," Uncle Chris replied. "I'm interested to see what you have in mind."

"Yeah, do you even have a plan with Babel? This case? The demolition crew they might send our way?" Aubrey asked.

"I'm so glad you asked," Beca then replied with enthusiasm.

And Aubrey had to hand it to Beca, when she heard of the plan, she couldn't help but be impressed with what she came up with.

Beca wasn't particularly keen in getting to know the tenants personally. She had hoped that Lilly and Luke would have sufficed in getting them on board with what she liked to call "Operation Relocation," that is to say, their plan to relocate the tenants of Barden Tower someplace else so that they could empty out the building and get to work on what she came here for in the first place. But now she did, it couldn't be helped with Luke being in the hospital, recovering from a broken leg and fractured arm. She supposed though that she should be thankful he got out of the accident with only those injuries and with his life.

She had also initially hoped that they wouldn't have to reach this part of the plan, that the tenants would leave on their own and find a better place, but financial difficulties and a growing attachment to the stupid building had them rooted in Barden Tower. Beca had no other choice. She reasoned to herself, to gain, she'd have to lose, and if it meant spending a little a bit to gain a lot then she's more than willing to. She's had the money prepared in advanced for this exact situation in the first place.

Beca didn't want to touch her currently known bank accounts in case Paulo decides to not listen to her sound advice of not following her, and track her via her transactions, which limits how much she can move. Splurging the cash that she had stashed away might be reckless, but she really didn't want to get anymore complications. The faster things get resolved, the better. Her problems were already starting to pile up.

Add to that the fact that she couldn't really stand living in the tower – the limited hot water in the tank, the annoying pigeon that kept cooing outside her windows as soon as she tried to fall asleep, the zany tenants – and the fact that the Babel group of companies were now presenting themselves to be quite an obstacle.

Beca took a deep breath as she fixed her tie. She was wearing an impeccable white button down, with a gray suit vest that matched her pants. A pair of black oxfords to boot. She had wanted to wear the suit blazer as well, but Atlanta's weather of late had been so unpredictable and a little on the warm side that she did not want to be sweating through one of her latest bespoke suits from Buralroo.

The basement felt like it was the warmest area in the building so far. She rolled her sleeves as she fixed her appearance from the reflection of the glass door into the non-official temple where the singular monk, Amy, could be found.

She was the most crucial of the tenants that Beca needed to convince to move, after all.

Beca knocked on the glass door before entering the temple, not wanting to disturb Amy if she was meditating. Amy seemed like she was nice, opening the door in response and letting her in. She even asked her if she wanted tea but Beca declined.

Amy for the most part looked… well… zen? She kept her voice low and calm, asking Beca to remove her shoes prior to entering the temple. The space was small. The temple itself was mostly just made up of tatami mats, one side of the walls were lined with posters that had Buddha's teachings written on them, others were prayers and wishes. On the opposite end of it was a porcelain statue of the Buddha and some Buddhist beads. Nothing more. There was a door to the side of what seemed to be the altar, that led into a small room. Beca caught a glimpse of a small bed and a little electric stove, as well as a small fridge, suggesting that Amy lived in the temple space as well.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Bella?" Amy asked politely. It was when she spoke that Beca noted her Australian accent, a detail Luke have forgotten to give her, increasing Beca's curiosity about Amy.

Before Beca could say anything however, Amy went on to speak. "Are you here to repent? Or perhaps seek enlightenment? I would be honored to help you on your journey to becoming like the Buddha, especially with how you helped us the other day. Although, I don't know if the Buddha's gonna appreciate the display of violence. We might have to work on that a little."

"Ummm, huh?" Beca replied, a little lost to whether Amy was making a pitch for her to join the temple, making small conversations, or either complimenting or chastising her actions.

"You seem a little confused," Amy noted. "Is it because I have this luscious set of hair? It's because I didn't shave it, huh? I was going to totally commit to it, but I'm more religio-flexible than anything and most of my methods have been found to be unorthodox by traditional and official temples anyways, so I decided to keep it. Would have been a shame to let it all go, you know? That's why I just tie it up in a tight bun. Besides, Buddha will understand. In exchange I did keep my promise to shave all of it off, you know, down there," Amy went on to say before looking down between her criss-crossed legs where she was sitting on the mat.

"I didn't need to know that," Beca commented, all wide-eyed bewildered at the lack of filter "monk" Amy was supposed to have.

Before Amy could go on and surprise her some more, Beca decided to cut to the chase.

"I'm here because of Babel, and their interest in Barden Tower. I've made a couple of plans to keep them at bay for now but I'm not sure how well it's going to work in the long run. Ultimately, I do think that the best course of action is to move all of you out of the building, and I'm working on finding and financing a good and safe place for you," Beca explained.

"Oh, well, why come to me first?" Amy asked, it was her turn to be a bit confused. "It's because I'm the prettiest one of them all, isn't it? I'm not sure I can go against my newly taken vow of – " Amy went on before Beca decided to cut her short.

She most definitely did not want to know what that vow was about, although Beca's got an inkling about it.

"You just seem to be the most rational, given the fact that you're finding your path to enlightenment," Beca explained. "I worry the other tenants might overreact, just a little, and if I talk to you about this first, you can give me advice on how best to go about it with them. Not to mention, if we find some sort of agreement, you can maybe help me keep them calm?"

Amy looked thoughtful for minute. "To be honest, I don't really want to move," she then said. "I know the building isn't in it's best shape, but I don't know, there's something about Barden… like here, were I sit, sometimes when I'm meditating, I feel this zap of inspiration, you know? It's like the Buddha is talking to me, making me feel his presence."

"Uh-huh, sure" Beca said, adjusting her tie a little because boy it was surely getting hot in there.

Not to mention the fact that Beca most definitely did not want Amy to start getting suspicious about those zaps being electrical currents running beneath the layer of tatami mats and vinyl flooring, empowering the thick metal door safe that had a biometric lock and that was hidden behind a thick slab of concrete cover.

She most definitely doesn't want to get Amy suspicious about the bunker 20 feet below the safe door that was safeguarding 20 tons of pure 24 carat gold bars and relics, Wan Shi Tong's most prized treasure that's worth approximately 1.2 billion US dollars, that became Beca's possession after his death.

"Well, how about we go find a place where you can for sure feel Buddha's presence?" Beca then said as soon as she recovered from her thoughts. "As a matter of fact, I'll ask all the residents the same question, what's important for them to have in the new place, and what it would take to make them comfortable in it."

"But that won't be simple, considering the cost and logistics of moving…" Amy then countered.

"Not to worry, I already have that taken care of," Beca replied. "I'll buy the building as a gift to all of you, make sure it has commercial spaces too. All you need to work on is pooling what you can for maintenance cost, and have you guys manage it yourselves, no more Luke. I'll even handle all the taxes, the moving costs, you name it."

"That's awfully generous of you," Amy replied. "I mean, I'll let you in on a secret, Beca. I'm like filthy rich too. My father was a crime lord before in Australia, and he left me a fortune when he passed. I decided to use that to live a simple life like this, without the need to worry about work, but I don't think I have the amount you're willing to spend to spare and just throw on strangers you just met. I've kept that all secured in case I can't make ends meet from my begging of alms and donations, a safety net."

Beca smiled, she at least found something useful about Amy during their talks. "Why don't you just outright use it to live a more luxurious life?"

"It doesn't feel right. He made it from doing bad things, Beca, so it's my last resort," Amy replied. "I mean, how much fortune does one really need?"

A whole lot, Beca thought to herself. Because that was the sole purpose of her trip here. She needed assets, valuables, money that can help her finance her war against Paulo to take control of the Bella family. She needed sources outside of the Bella family itself so Paulo could not cripple her.

"Indulgenza," Beca then replied. "Some of the wealthiest in deeply religious, well, deeply Catholic, countries would spend a lot of their money on churches, charities, and pastors to in attempt to ease their conscience. It's practically buying forgiveness, their act of penance… Maybe it's that," Beca replied thoughtfully. "I've done a lot of bad things, so why I can't I do something good for once?" she went on to reason.

Amy nodded. "How about this," she then said. "If you can convince everyone else, then I'll agree to your plans too."

"That's a deal," Beca replied before excusing herself. She wasted no time in sending Lilly a message on her phone about gathering everyone in the building that afternoon.

It was time to set their plans into motion.

Lilly wasted no time in moving once she got her orders. She made quite the act to make it seem that she just bumped into Beca earlier that day and that she had made a request to her to help her gather everyone in Cynthia Rose's restaurant. CR tried to protest, she didn't really want to host Beca for whatever reason she had in mind, but Lilly subtly reminded her of Beca's strength and prowess under the guise of telling her it's the least she could do for how Beca handled the Trebles for them.

And so, that afternoon in Barden Tower, the tenants heard Beca's pitch of helping them out.

The general consensus was still of great uncertainty. Lilly was really putting in the work to convince the tenants that they could trust Beca, especially after the whole scuffle with the wanna-thugs, and some of them were coming around to the idea.

But with all the nonsense they were dealing, especially from Babel, they couldn't help but still reserve a bit of doubt for Beca's intentions. After all, her act of generosity was simply too good to be true.

"What do you think about all of this?" Flo asked Attorney Beale and Attorney Posen.

"Well, this girl loves money, like all rich do, she won't just part with it," Christopher Beale then said, "But she did promise to keep us safe and help us take Babel down. I suppose this is a way to minimize any casualties, make sure no one gets hurt."

'We've pushed them back for now, but they're not above hurting anyone," Aubrey then commented, deep at though. "I've just seen Luke as well, and I'd hate to see any of you in the same state that he's in or worse. I don't think we have much of a choice," she went on to say.

"If you have your terms for the agreement, we'd like to review the document," Christopher added.

"And if all seems to be in place and conditions acceptable, I don't see why we won't agree to it," Aubrey concluded.

"If Attorney Posen's in, I'm in," Stacie said with a smile. "Although can you make sure my piano school is close to their law firm offices," she added as a request to Beca, throwing a wink at Aubrey's direction.

In response, the ever so poised Aubrey Posen hid her face behind one of her hands and shook her head.

"Alright then, I guess that's decided," Ashley replied in behalf of both herself and Jessica, since Jessica was out shopping for grocery when the meeting was called.

"If the terms are agreeable, it's the least we could do to consider it," Benji seconded.

"I don't know…" Cyhnthia Rose said but before she could question Beca's intentions some more, Lilly urged her to agree.

The rest of the tenants started talking amongst themselves, echoing Benji and Stacie's thoughts on the matter. That was when Jessica joined them, a little out of breath, with a flyer in hand.

Lilly managed to deftly snatch it away from her hand, gave it a glance, and handed it over to Beca.

"Hmmm, this isn't good," Beca then said out loud.

Aubrey stood up from where she was seated to take a look at the flyer as well just as Jessica explained what it was.

A new eviction notice, with a demolition date set tomorrow evening.

"How could they do this to us?" Denise cried out. Her sentiments were quickly echoed by everyone in the room. The tenants wasted no time hatching kooky – dangerous – ideas from forming a mob to tying themselves to the building in protest because surely the demolition crew wouldn't blow up the building with them still inside it, right?

Lilly doubted the demolition crew, Babel, and DSM cared if anyone died, and she knew her boss shared the same thoughts.

Beca raised a hand to keep them quiet and calm.

"Don't worry about it," Beca said coolly with a gentle smile on her lips. Lilly knew from watching her boss work her magic time in and out just how charismatic she can be when she wants to. This was her chance to fully win them over. "I'll get this sorted out, I promised to keep you safe, didn't I? So, put your trust in me."

"Do you have a plan?" Flo asked.

"She does," Aubrey then said, "She's shared her thoughts with us before, so how about we all give Beca Bella a chance to share it with everyone?"

The tenants exchanged nods, Lilly playing along to play her part.

It was finally time to have some fun around here.

Chloe had her head in her hands. Things were going so smoothly for the trial until it wasn't. To keep things on lock, Babel Pharm had housed the RDU-90 research and development team in one of the CEO's summer houses, quarantining them under the pretenses of an extended trip for team building purposes. One of the researchers went missing and could potentially throw their whole case in for a loop. Locating him soon became priority number one. The Babel CEO was livid, or so she heard Pieter tell her that morning. He seemed to be busy running around, scheming about something on his own, and leaving it up to Chloe to solve this mess for now.

On top of that, she had just received a legal document from her father with regards to her emancipation. He was really taking this whole disownment thing to the next level. Just reading the terms and conditions he wanted to put into place made her head hurt. Apparently, she wasn't even allowed to call her "father, or any other similar terms in any and all languages" any more. There was also something about not having pictures of each other and insisting she change her legal name so that she no longer carries his. Dealing with this nonsense became priority number two.

Although, the news that her intern was about to bring her was going to make that last point slip down a little on her list of priorities.

Chicago burst through her office door as he came inside, and nearly, comically, crashed into her table with the speed he was running.

Chloe jolted up in her seat, surprised by his sudden intrusion at a time when most of everyone was about ready leave for the day. "What is it? What's going on?"

Chicago was panting heavily, signaling Chloe to give him a moment as he tried to catch his breath. "Well?" Chloe pressed on when his breathing started to steady.

"Theo Walters, Babel's CEO, was here with some of his directors to speak with our boss. I overheard the directors excitedly talking about Babel Tower, something about construction starting soon."

"How soon?" Chloe asked, concerned for her father.

"That's why I came running straight here, demolition is tonight! In about an hour, from what I gather!" Chicago exclaimed.

Chloe didn't waste any time, stood up, and gathered her things. "I have to warn them," she said, memories of what happened with the Trebles still fresh in her mind.

"You got it boss," Chicago then said, "I'll get my car ready and – "

"You're staying here," Chloe remarked, barely sparing him any glance. "Someone has to keep looking for the researcher, call me if you have updates."

"But Chloe!" she heard Chicago cry out after her.

"Call me if you have updates!" Chloe yelled back as she marched down the halls of the DSM law firm offices and straight into an elevator. She went straight for her car, connected her phone to the her dashboard and started calling everyone in Barden Tower other than her father.

Chloe knew better. She knew her dad won't answer her calls anyways. When none of the tenants, not even Emily had answered, she focused on her last resort of spamming Aubrey with voice mails.

Frustration built more and more inside Chloe, like annoying little knots in her stomach popping up by the dozen. She lost her mother in a car accident when she was little, she wasn't going to lose her dad in yet another horrific one, even when they were at odds with each other.

Chloe can't remember when or what happened when they started drifting apart but they did. Opposing ideals, maybe that was it, but she had hoped that their strained relationship could still be fixed back then when he saw her doing well for herself. But her father was a s stubborn as a mule when it came to his principles. Was it so wrong to expect him to be at least happy for her? Understand that she was simply on a different career path than him? Was it too much that she wanted more from life than paying greater sacrifices than she can pay and establishing a career for herself? One where she's not forever buried in debt for law school, or working too hard for little to no pay or gratification or success?

The traffic on her way to Barden Tower didn't help her building worries and fears. She knew that jams were an inescapable part of the city life, but she never imagined it would be this bad. There were most definitely more cars than usual.

And more security detail roaming around the streets.

Chloe braced herself for the worst when she finally found a place to park. She saw the demolition crew with their wrecking balls and cranes parked a few blocks away already. She only prayed she was not too late.

When Chloe arrived at Barden Tower's square, she didn't know how to feel or react. It would seem that every time she showed up here, she would always wound up surprised.

Lights twinkled above them in bright colors, Live music played and filled the air. There were so many influential people in the square, dancing, chatting, circling around the booths that the tenants had opened for food, beverage, games, and other sorts of entertainment. In the middle of the square was a banner that said "Italy-US Friendship Celebration."

Chloe jaw hung askew, completely speechless. The bouncer in front of her was repeatedly asking for her name so that he could check it off the list, but she had no strength to respond. She was still processing the festivities in front of her.

She finally came back to her senses when she felt Aubrey's arm loop around her and usher her in. She looked over to her best friend who was dressed to the nines, Aubrey not holding her glee at Chloe's speechlessness.

They stopped at a small table at the center of the square. "What on earth is going on?" Chloe finally asked, still sounding a bit dazed.

Aubrey nodded towards the direction of Chloe's dad and his present company, the Italian ambassador to the US and his lovely wife. Chloe's jaw might have dropped again. "How?" was the only question she could muster to ask.

Aubrey chuckled. "Turns out a certain Italian guest is friends with the ambassador. She didn't look to pleased resorting to this plan, something about it being high risk, high rewards, but being a certain hit. I don't really know what that's about. We heard about the demolition plans yesterday and she pulled this thing together with ease. I had my doubts but she made a solid argument that the demo crew wasn't going to endanger the life of a foreign diplomat and the likes."

"Wait, I still… how is this even not trending?" Chloe asked. "I mean, something like this should be blowing up on social media."

"It is, kinda? For some reason Beca allowed pictures but asked to remove the name of the tower and the party organizer, and people obliged. She figured that the pictures of the tower would make people living around here aware of the location without having to mention it anyways, and she didn't want any credits for her brilliant plan."

Chloe nodded, processing the information as she scanned the room until her eyes finally landed on event's mastermind herself, Beca Bella, standing hidden by the shadows on the second-floor balcony, watching the festivities below. She was wearing a suit blazer, but Chloe couldn't make what – if anything – she wore underneath. It didn't take long for Beca to take notice of her. The effortlessly mysterious new tenant raising her champagne flute, doing her best Gatsby impersonation, to acknowledge Chloe's presence.

Chloe felt compelled to walk towards where she was. She excused herself from Aubrey and good made her way to the second floor where Beca awaited her. She stood by the railings, her elbows resting where she had flung Bumper over just the other day. She turned around to face Chloe, running a hand through her hair, sweeping most of it to one side to reveal a shining brilliant feather earpiece studded with diamonds adoring one of her ears. Chloe felt her throat dry up when she realized that Beca wasn't wearing anything underneath the suit blazer, the skin of her neck and breastbone exposed, the neckline that was formed by the closed suit going down in a "V" midway down her chest. Beca paired it with a pair of black shorts, silky black stockings, and black stilettos that boosted her height to meet Chloe's. She looked rather chic if Chloe was being honest, and it only dawned on her then how attractive Beca actually was.

Beca smirked, pleased on the effect she had on Chloe no doubt. Chloe had to clear her throat as she tried to regain her composure.

"I don't know what to say," Chloe said. "I was kind of expecting war to break lose the next time I see the Trebles here. Glad to know you're full of surprises."

Beca chuckled. "War is won by the sharpness of your brain, not brawns," was Beca's reply. "Besides, I don't want a messy affair here, at least for as long as I can help it."

Chloe nodded, "I was worried. I guess having you around can alleviate my worries then."

"Thanks," Beca replied.

"Why are you here, though? You're Luke's friend, but how you know each other is a mystery. I've never heard him mention you before. I tried to google you too, but nothing. Do you know how many Beca Bella's there are out there?"

"A good few thousand," Beca replied amused. "I don't like social media."

"Clearly," Chloe responded. "But seriously, why are you here? Why are you helping my dad? The tenants? This is above and beyond."

"What is it with you and your father that makes it so hard to believe that I'm doing this in behalf of the kindness of my own heart and in behalf of a dear old friend?"

"Well, are you?" Chloe threw back.

Beca didn't reply. Instead, her stormy blue eyes met Chloe's head on. She could only guess what was going on behind them.

Chloe decided to press her on. "You're wearing bespoke tailored suits, that much I can tell. Expensive perfume, the watch on your wrist looks bespoke too. Those earrings must cost a fortune, not to mention the fact that you are friends with the Italian ambassador. That means you're someone with great importance and influence, and you're just what? Chillaxing in this old tower?"

"I guess you can say I've fallen in love with Barden Tower," Beca replied with a coy smile.

"I doubt it," Chloe responded, calling her bluff. "You don't seem to be an altruist, nor the self-sacrificial type. You have your reasons, I'm sure."

But Beca didn't bother to acknowledge that remark.

She kept her eyes on Chloe instead and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears. Chloe may have visibly gulped and she hoped that Beca didn't notice it at all. "You're not a bad guy," she then heard Beca say, "That much I can tell. What I don't get is what you're doing working for the wrong side."

"What makes you say that my law firm, or Babel, is the bad side here. My dad, Aubrey, and I, we're lawyers, not judges. It's not our job to make the decision on who's guilty. Our job is to argue what we believe to be the truth."

Beca chuckled before turning to look down at the part below. "Because I'm a villain, Chloe Beale, that's why I can tell." Beca took a sip of her champagne before her eyebrows hunched together, recognizing something down below. Chloe followed Beca's line of sight and found Bumper and his cronies suddenly panicking to get out and scramble as Beca raised her glass to them.

"If you're a villain, the shouldn't you be doing the opposite of what you're doing?" Chloe asked.

Beca shook her head. "No, no, you're right, I have my personal reasons. But you know the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Right now, Babel is my enemy, that's why I'm helping."

Chloe shook her head. She couldn't tell if Beca was being serious or was just messing with her. "I never knew villains could be so charming," she commented.

Beca smirked at the compliment, making Chloe smile as well.

She took a deep breath, and reminded herself that for as much as she wanted to know more about the oh so mysterious, charmingly alluring Beca Bella, she had work to do. Her father, Aubrey, and the rest of the tenants were safe. The purpose of her visit had been accomplished.

She excused herself from Beca's company, wishing her a goodnight.

As the elevator door closed, she heard Beca call out to her, "Buonanotte, Bella."

Did Chloe do a quick google search of what she said? She didn't need to, she at the very minimum could grasp what the words meant.

Goodnight, beautiful.

Chloe headed straight to her car afterwards, her head once again in her hands, her cheeks burning brighter than her red hair at the compliment.

Oh, you're going to be the death of me, Beca Bella.

A/N Pt 2: Beca pulled a quick one there *phew*

Also, ayoooo, Beca so smooth…

My longest fic has ~300k words in it, will we beat the record with this one? Who knows?

But do let me know what you guys think! Comments are always appreciated!

We're getting closer and closer to one of the first major events in the story…

UPNEXT: Aubrey's other case and client! Beca weighs in on her involvement with the fight against Babel! And we get to meet Kommissar's character?