''I'm telling you this chick was dumb as fuck,'' Paul looked over a Clara, his facial expression clearly reading 'I'm sorry.' Clara shrugged it off, she'd heard worse conversations and been in much worse situations, but there was no way Paul would have ever known that.

With one last lingering look at her, Paul pushed open the already ajar door further to reveal who was actually in the room. Clara's eyes swept over the inhabitants, working out that the voice she had heard while outside belonged to who she had read to be called Denaun also known by his rapper name Mr Porter/Kon Artis. She also clocked another man sat next to him, which she recognised from his picture in the file as Royce 5'9 or his given name of Ryan Montgomery. Both of the men had fallen silent the moment she'd appeared beside Paul, however, the person they'd been talking to had his back to the door on the chair he was sat in, meaning he kept on talking oblivious to what was happening.

''Yo, you gonna finish the story about this dumb chick or what?''

''Marshall,'' Paul coughed to get the man's attention, who spun around. Clara could tell by his face he was going to say something spiteful towards his manager and friend, but when his eyes rested on her figure it changed. Not only did his expression change, but so did his whole posture, he sat straight up in the chair, which he had previously slouched in, and even adjusted the black jacket he had on.

''I thought you were taking her to her hotel,'' Marshall pointed out raising a questioning eyebrow up at Paul. It was very clear the sudden appearance of Clara had caught him off guard.

''He was, but apparently, I couldn't stay there,'' Clara spoke up from beside Paul and outstretched her hand for him to take, ''Clara Taylors,'' they hadn't bothered with changing her name since it usually got very complicated and since Shady records wasn't a criminal organisation, which were on the lookout for spies every second of the day. A name change for this particular mission wasn't needed for Clara.

''Marshall,'' he spoke slowly shaking her hand at the same speed, ''Paul where's she staying?'' Marshall then asked.

''I'm about to go and sort that now, thought I'd introduce you first. You...'' Paul was cut off by a sudden outburst from Clara, which made them all in lookup at the small television screen hung up in the corner of the room.

''My hotel's on fire,'' the simple four words made the room fall into a stunned silence. Denaun was the only one to move as he reached over to grab the remote and increase the volume so they could hear the reporter.

''The fire started just ten minutes ago and we are hearing reports that an overheated air-conditioner was the culprit. The strange thing about all this is that the room had been empty since Thursday morning, five days ago. It had been booked out for tonight, but the guest had fortunately not arrived yet.''

''Bad time to say that was supposed to be my room,'' Clara added, watching each and every jaw drop in the room. It was true the room the female reporter had talked about was indeed meant to be heard. The information did, however, mean that it was either a coincidence or someone had known that she was to be staying there.

''I'll work on booking you a room at a top hotel,'' Paul broke the silence for around a second before leaving the room completely.

''You were gonna be staying there?'' Marshall exclaimed standing up with his arms swinging about, which caused him to knock his can of redbull off the little table that had been beside him. The can, fortunately, did not fall and spill all over the carpet because Clara had reacted fast enough to catch it be it had even completely left the table.

''Now that was fast,'' Ryan stated as he watched Clara calmly place the can back onto the table, in the middle so there was hopefully no way it would nearly fall off again. Clara at his comment just shrugged.

''Why did you think that was a good place to stay?'' Marshall exclaimed again, clearly agitated that she had completely ignored his previous statement, choosing to talk to his friend instead.

''Well in case you hadn't noticed I'm not from around here,'' she replied gritting her teeth.

'Don't get angry, stay calm,' Clara said to herself. She knew her temper could get the best of her sometimes, she'd nearly lost it at the queue in the airport and then again with Paul when he'd not let her out of the car.

''Alright chill I asked you a question,'' he responded, putting his hands up in mock surrender, moving backwards as he did. However, because he'd not been looking he tripped over the bin by the soundboard stumbling backwards. If it hadn't been for Clara grabbing ahold of his hands to steady him, he would have been on the floor, on his back.

''You ok?'' Clara asked. All he did was stare at her for a second before pulling his hands out of hes, walking past her and out the room, ''what'd I do?'' She asked turning towards Royce and Denaun.

''Fuck if we know,'' Ryan replied shrugging his shoulders, which caused Clara to huff, taking a seat on the sofa that sat empty in the room.

A few minutes passed until the door opened again both Paul and Marshall entered a pile of paperwork in Marshall's hands. He didn't say anything as he set it down in front of her placing a pen on top.

''There's some important shit you need to sign,'' Marshall mumbled sitting back in the chair he'd been in earlier.

Clara shuffled forward in her seat to read over what was written in big bold letters on the front of the documents Marshall had placed down. The first one read:
Employee contract.

The other, not much to Clara'd surprise had:
Non-disclosure agreement, written across it, which was the first one out of the two that Clara picked up and started reading.

''All you gotta do is sign em,'' Marshall pipped up.

''Yes I know, but I can't sign it unless I've read it,'' she shot back, settling comfortably into the sofa flicking to the next page, ''feel free to continue with that dumb chick story, you oh so wanted to hear the end of,'' she added a sly smirk gracing her lips, in response Marshall let out a light scoff shaking his head.

The Agreement to her was fairly standard; she couldn't talk about his daughters, any secret upcoming projects, him nor his private life to any media outlet. It also stated that if she was fired or to quit, she couldn't divulge anything about Shady records or it's employees either. So after a good look over she signed it along with her contract.

It was then as she handed back the pen that her phone rang, without a hesitation, she answered it recognising the number as the one that had been texted to her.

''Hello?''

''Clara we need to you to check out the fire. It seems too far fetched to rule it out as a coincidence right now, so as soon as possible I'd like you to check it out ok,'' Clara replied with an 'ok' to Miranda who was the one on the other end, ''good now if they asked this was a phone call from the hotel, discussing a refund for the room.''

''Ok, thank you very much. We'll speak again soon. Bye,'' Clara acted even though Miranda had hung up way before she could get a word in. Once she'd ended the call with the 'hotel', not one person in the room questioned it, instead, Paul came out with something she wasn't expecting.

''I couldn't book you into anywhere this late, but Marshall has offered for you to stay with him. Plus all the relevant paperwork has now been signed, I don't see why not,'' Clara kept her expression neutral, but inside her stomach was flipping and twisting around, if she was staying with Marshall checking out the hotel was going to be a problem.

''I know it's a bit strange, but I trust you. Well I wouldn't trust you to save mu life cause I only just met you,'' 'oh the irony,' Clara thought as she continued to listen to Marshall's explanation, '' but you are supposed to be my PA and well it's my house or here,'' he finished gesturing towards the sofa, she was sat on.

''If it's my only option I don't see why not,'' Clara smiled, but inside she wasn't happy.

Tonight would have been a great start at investigating the hotel fire, but now she was staying with Marshall at his house, there was no way she was going to be able to sneak out of it unnoticed in the middle of the night. The hotel just had to wait one night.