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Lyric had to be quick. The photoshoot had taken longer than normal and now, if he didn't rush, he would miss the carriage to get to class. Which would make him late. And he could not miss class again.

Forgetting to lock the dresser room door, he hastily began washing off his face, scrubbing away all the makeup. A glance at the time had him swearing under his voice and, in a rush, he began to pull his shirt over his head. Now, to get off this padded bra... Reaching behind him, he fumbled with the latches.

This job was easy. Simple. All she did was take orders. It meant running around, tending to everyone's needs. She was used to it. Lived with people giving her tasks all of her life. The fact that she was constantly moving didn't matter to her. At least she wasn't sitting there. And honestly, the pay wasn't too bad. Anything higher than minimum wage was good in her mind.

She sighed, giving the cursory three second knock on one model's room before opening the door. The shoot had ended a half hour ago. They were probably long gone.

...Or so she thought.

The gaze that was on the floor swept slowly up to take a look at the room. And a----guy with a bra?! Golden eyes widened and cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry!" She sputtered, whipping around and hiding her eyes in her hands. "I didn't mean to look!"

He thought that he had locked the door. He swore that he did. So, when the knock on the door sounded, he ignored it, figuring whoever it was would go away when they realized the doorknob won't turn.

Because of this confidence on not forgetting a necessary thing, Lyric nearly jumped out of his skin when he head the door open and a voice sound. Swinging around, he stared, stopping midway from taking off the padded bra, hanging from his very flat chest. Panic soared. His feet moved. Before he knew it, he had yanked the female all the way into the room, slamming the door behind her, before pushing her against the wall.

His eyes flashed, persona gone. It was ruined. All his careful measures demolished. Only a handful of people knew of his other identity. A handful of people he trusted. He didn't know this mousy girl, however.

Scowling, he got in her face. "But you already looked," he sneered. What should he do? What should he do? He pulled away, locking the door behind her, before crossing his arms. He gestured to the small couch. He had to deal with this... somehow. "Sit," he barked, anxiety rolling his stomach.

Oh god, she was going to die wasn't she? She was pretty sure she was. Didn't celebrities have hit men? Could her family be threatened. Er--she didn't have any. Really. Her parents had died not too long ago. But what about----. Her brother? No, he was barely at home even though she did love him dearly. Her mind raced to think of someone. Anyone. But no one came to mind.

Serenade paled. She didn't have anyone to rely on to get out of this! Feebly, she yanked back on her hand but was still pulled in. Was still pushed against the wall. Wide eyes went down to the very bare chest before shooting upwards. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. The grimm gulped, cheeks bright red. "I didn't mean to look, I swear. I---" she stopped, his own gaze flashing something sinister. She was going to die. He was going to take her. Give her to some hitman. And she'd be killed. This was it. This was the end.

The female held her breath, her face backing up as he leaned in closer. "I won't tell anyone!" It wasn't like she had anyone to tell. The paparazzi were so sleazy. So disgusting. Serenade nodded. She could sit. Obediently, she plopped down on the plush couch in the room, her gaze obviously staring to the side and definitely not at the chest. Not at the chest. Oh s**t--she was looking at it again. The grimm could feel her face getting hotter by the second as she decided to stare at the leather arms of the couch. "I-I'm just a part time intern." It was the only job that she could find that wasn't minimum wage. Her brother's lavish lifestyle and parents debt had to be paid somehow.

He paced back and forth, mind whirling. She kept babbling, kept talking. "Shut up already," he snapped, hands going to his hair. Oh ********, he was still wearing his wig. With a snarl, he ripped it off and threw it at the vanity. What was he going to do, what was he going to do. She could blackmail him. She could reveal his identity. She could ruin his-

Abruptly, he came to a stop in front of her, before lifting up a leg and slamming it on the couch next to her. His skirts revealed modest panties that had the slightest evidence that it wasn't exactly flat down there. "I'll kill you if you tell anyone," he sneered, leaning in close, leg still trapping one side. "And I'll sue your family." This wasn't going to work, ********. And even if he did, he needed to keep an eye on her.

"You're going to be my assistant," he said decidedly, eyes dangerously narrowed, daring her to argue back.

Her jaw snapped shut, teeth making a clicking noise as they mashed together. If there was one thing that Serenade was good at, it was taking orders. Here was no exception. Her lips pursed together. Words still wanted to spill out of her mouth. Excuses, apologies, begging. Anything that would get him to stop. Each scenario that popped into her head had her mind whirling. She could lose her job, become more in debt, her brother could die, she could die----

The grimm jumped as a leg came barreling her way, eyes wide. "I--I'll do anything. Please. n she tried, her eyes pulling way from the panties he was sporting to his face as it came close. Sue. Oh god, he said sue. Tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head, shakingly placing her hands on his chest. Wh---what was she even doing. "P-Please, I'll do anything. I--I have a sibling to take care of . W-We don't have any other family." What was her brother going to do without her? He couldn't even put away his clothes by himself. It was too much of a menial chore.

Assistant. Relief flooded her body at the word and she slumped, hands laying limply at her side. "I could do that. Anything you want. Anything." She gave him a faint, strained, smile. "Can I---still work?" she bit her bottom lip, worried that he would say no. How else was she going to get by?

Anything? Was this girl daft? No one should be offering anything. Anything could be well... anything. Even sexual favors. Or dark favors. What a foolish girl to offer such a thing. He nearly sneered in disgust.

However, he let it be. Instead, he filed away the information that she was blabbering. Desperate. Only a brother. Perhaps poor. He was about to try and settle down, to rationalize things. But... she wanted to still work? His scowl darkened.

"Only when I'm not working," he finally grunted before sighing and taking his foot off the couch. Both hands went up to muss up his hair, stress draining him. This was a terrible situation. He had been so ******** careful.

Pacing for a moment, a knock on the door made him jump. He spun, horrified that the door would open. But a voice only asked if he was in.

"Yes, I'm getting changed! Good job today!" he called out girlishly, faking a cheerful voice. Even a cheerful smile that was usually accompanied with the tone came on, out of pure habit.

Just when Serenade thought it couldn't get worse, it did. Her head sunk back into the plush cushion behind her. If only it could swallow her whole. Take her somewhere else. Any other situation would be better than this.

He said she couldn't work while he was working. The grimm paled, her fingers going into the cushions. That meant quitting her current job here. Finding another. But--what could she do that would fit with her schedule. She relaxed as he took his foot away, watching him warily. At least he didn't seem as angry.

She could do this. "Alright." she nodded, mainly to herself. It seemed like he was done with work for today. She could finish this up, quit, and go job searching. Easy peasy.

Serenade frowned She couldn't just leave, could she? The grimm cleared her throat before a barely audible whisper came from her lips. "Is it okay if I go? Are you done for today?"

Lyric should say no. He had just been about to let her go, tell her to go away so he could fret over the situation in private. But she had asked if she could go. And for some reason, that had him bristling in irritation. Still, he held his tongue to prevent from snapping at her.

"Yes, go," he snapped. He could have had her drive him home. But who knew if she had a license. Or if she was useful in anything. His hands scrubbed at his face in vexation. What was he going to do about this situation?

At least he wouldn't see her anywhere but at the studio.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he snapped. Crap, classes started tomorrow. He had been attending the same school for a while now. He was finally on the student government committee. Vice President. He was going to be quite busy before he could even go into the studio. "And remember. I'll sue you if you breathe a word," he growled in warning, before stalking over to his bag where his clothes were, back turned from her and dismissive.

She really shouldn't have gone through that door. She really should have waited for longer than the usual three seconds for him to say something. This crises would have been avoided and she wouldn't have been in this predicament.

Or she wouldn't have made him so angry. Like right now.

"I--I--" Should she say that she was sorry? "Thank you, sir. No, it was too late for that. He was already bidding her goodbye. Even if he was angry at her still. She wished she could make it better. Maybe....maybe it was best to ask his camera man. Make up person. Did he have a make up person? Oh, she didn't know what to do. It was her turn to clean the room, she shouldn't leave, and yet here she was, getting ready to. Hopefully he'd be gone by the time she finishes the other rooms.

Serenade worried her lip. "Yes. Tomorrow. The same time." she nodded to herself. She was going to have to drop one of her classes to make it, but that was alright. It was better than being sued. "You have my word, sir."

Tomorrow was going to be interesting.