”Davies! Carter! Get in here!” A heavy voice called out. Ashley stood and tossed aside the magazine she had been reading. She locked eyes with her partner who gulped trying to calm his nerves. Slowly but surely the pair crept into the large office, their eyes trained to scan their surroundings incredulously.

“Yes Sir?” They voiced in unison, standing at attention near the entrance. Jeremy Russell leaned back in his chair and looked them over once.

“Have a seat.” He motioned toward the two black leather chairs directly in front of his desk. Quietly he walked to the door and flung it closed sending both of his dazed workers into a silent state of panic. Doing as they were told, they’d both secretly hoped that they were not in some sort of trouble.

“I’m placing you two with another client.” He stated getting straight to the point and slid identical looking folders across his desk until they sat before the twosome. With a subtle sigh of relief the pair mutually relaxed.

“But what about-“ Ashley inquired but was instantly cut off by his deafening voice. “Everything’s been settled and Miss Bullock’s stalker has been found. I expect you to put one hundred percent effort into this one, don’t let me down. All of the information you need is in there.” Ashley nodded, grasping one of the folders in between both hands.

“Thank you Sir.” And without further ado she slipped out of the office closely followed by her relieved comrade.

“Christ, I thought for a split second there we were in deep shit… Anyway, let’s see…who do we have next…” Carter flipped through the first page and sighed walking elbow to elbow with his partner. Ashley suddenly stopped dead in her tracks; a sigh was never a good sign when it came to Carter.

“Argh, please don’t tell me we’ve been assigned to Paris Hilton or the Olsen twins.” The frenetic brunette gagged, having had enough of these young spoiled starlets.

“Worse, we’re stuck babysitting seniors now. Mister Hugh Hefner for one week only.” Carter flipped the folder shut and nudged his partner wanting to change subjects. “Hey I’m heading over to O’Reilly’s tonight, you in?” His lips were arched upward in a warm smile. “You know it, usual time?” The young man nodded and with that he waltzed away.