It all started on one of those days when Lacie Peters wished that she has stayed home. "Why me?" She demanded of the universe when a strong gust of wind took her umbrella and flipped it inside out. It was raining cats and dogs and she had decided today was the perfect day to wear her brand new, now see through, blouse.

She had managed to roll out of bed early enough that if she hurried she would have enough time to stop at the gym and spend an hour on a stationary bike before work. She dragged her feet as they sloshed around in her soaked shoes and by the time she staggered  her way into the lobby she only had a half hour to actually work out. 

After changing into her adorable work outfit she was disappointed once again to find someone was using her favorite bike. the one with a wide seat.   Lacie cringed as she climbed onto the one with the tiny Uncomfortable seat that rode up her crack.  She complained to herself for the entire half hour.

Her favorite coffee spot was only a block from the office. She perked up at the thought of coffee and ordered her usual,  only to be told they were out of the unsweetened almond milk.  Lacie was about to hold her nose and chug it black when some guy in a red leather jacket with a band logo on it saved her the trouble by walking into her and spilling said black coffee all down the front of her already soaked white blouse. 

"Jerk!" She yelled after him.  Without turning around he flipped her off and kept going. She decided that was the cherry on the top of the shit Sunday that was her morning. "Chin up," she told herself.  "At least there is no way this day can possibly get any worse."

When she finally made it into her office she was ready to give up on life. "I should have called out." Lacie groaned to herself as she threw her busted umbrella and empty coffee cup in the trash. She grabbed some napkins off the side bar and began to blot at her ruined shirt when she realized that someone was in the waiting area of her office 

"You." She said accusingly.  Red leather jacket jerk was lounging in one of the comfortable but stylish chairs, his long legs hung over one arm and his head flopped back over the other.

"Me?" He perked up, looked around, and then pointed at himself. 

"What are you doing here?" She demanded. "Was destroying my new blouse and depriving me of my coffee not enough? Are you here to make me lose my job next? Who are you?" She sputtered.

"My name is Cooper Tomson, and I have an appointment with Holt at nine" he said letting his neck go limp and looking at her from upside down again.

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"Its only 8, and Mr. Carelton won't be here for another half hour."  She told him while taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself.   If he was here to see her boss, and was calling him by his first name than he had to be important. 

Lacie had only started this secretary job a week before. She’d wanted to work in the music worlds for as long as she could remember. But she hadn't been one of those little divas who dreamed of being the next Beyoncé. She wanted to be a high powered business executive.  The kind that found new talent, plucked them out of obscurity, and made them stars.  But that required connections and status. So she had to start at the bottom, as a secretary to one of those powerful men.

"Its cool, I'll wait." He told her. He was shaking his feet and bobbing his head in what had to be the most uncomfortable position in history. 

"Suit yourself." She mumbled.  Lacie sat at her desk and opened Mr. Carelton's schedule for the day.  He did in fact have an extra long meeting scheduled for 9am, but the notation said 'upstairs down'.  She drew in a gasp, finally recognizing the red leather jacket jerk. 

He was the lead singer to a band she had been in love with for the past ten years. A pop/punk style band with fast songs that made her want to dance and slow Songs that touched her heart.  this jerk was the guy who wrote them? She was so disappointed, but not surprised. 

The members of upstairs down had bad reputations for pulling stupid rock star stunts that had made their last 3 managers quit and the record label threaten to cancel their contract. They had become a liability.  They were being sued by a few different organizations for some of the more stupid things they did, like spray painting swear words on the sides of a limo after the limo company's owners had been rude to them.

Lacie sat back in her seat and studied the man.  At 5 feet 9 inches He wasn't exactly tall by most standards, but compared to her short stocky five foot five frame he towered over her.  He had dark black hair, that despite his being in his early 30s showed no hint of gray. She wondered if he dyed it.  He had an angular face and his nose was a little bigger than what most girls would consider handsome, but that nose was the reason his voice was so freaking perfect.   She knew he had hazle colored eyes from a poster she'd had of him hung up in her dorm room in collage.

He might not have  'Disney prince charming' vibes. But his good looks coupled with that amazing singing voice and pure musical talent made him irresistible to most women.  Lacie had been drooling over him for the past 10 years. Here he was, in person, in her office, and she just realized that she was staring at him with a dreamy look on her face.  She had to shake herself out of it.  

Cooper Tomson was not the first famous person she'd ever met by a long shot. In the week since she had started this job she had met several rock and pop stars a day, and she hadn't made goo goo eyes at any of them.  One of the qualifications for this job was that she had to be able to remain composed and not squeal like a fan girl at every celebrity to enter the office.

Mr. Carelton chose that moment to come striding through the door. "Hold my calls Mrs. Peaters, I have an important meeting to get ready for at nine and…" he traied off when his eyes landed on Cooper. "Oh, your here." He said in a almost cold manner.  He looked over at Lacie and took in her disheveled hair and destroyed shirt. "And causing trouble I see."

"How did you know that was me?" Cooper demaned.  Mr. Carelton just gave the rock star a look that said he would blame a sudden fire in the building 3 doors down from them on Cooper.

"Come with me, we might as well get this over with." The older man said and led the way into his office. Once inside they closed the doors and the blinds, something Mr. Carelton only did when he had a migraine.  Apparently he Cooper Tomson was the human embodiment of a migraine for Mr. Carelton.