"The fuck is wrong with you. Half an hour later than me and you said you'd be earlier," Clara refrained herself from rolling her eyes as Marshall spoke to her through gritted teeth.

There were cameras everywhere, and he didn't want people thinking they were fighting so he'd pulled her over to a secluded part to find out why she was so late.

"Well you wouldn't believe me if I said I just saved you from being shot, by smacking a guy in the head with a wine bottle," Clara shot back pointing a finger at him.

"No, I wouldn't because that's so fucking ridiculous. What actually happened?" Clara sighed, thankful that she had made up a believable story that Marshall would buy.

''I made a wrong turning, and parked somewhere to ask for directions when I slipped and cut myself on some glass, that was on the ground'' she finished her explanation by waving the hand she had bandaged up before she'd gotten there.

''Thank you,'' Marshall replied nodding his head in confirmation, just before he turned it to look around him. At the corner of his eye, he could see Paul sat in a director style chair his phone clamped between his fingers. He watched his manger as he pressed the keys down on his phone, moments later as if Marshall had predicted it his phone begun to ring, he immediately knew it was Paul.

''Where are you?'' Clara heard the voice float out of the speaker and hoped it was a big enough distraction so she could sneak away from Marshall. However, the moment she took a step to the right, he caught her shaking his head in a gesture meaning for her to stay.

The phone call didn't last long between Marshall and Paul, it was mainly Marshall explaining why Clara was so late. He even told Paul 'the lie,' his reply caused Marshall to let out a small chuckle. Clara couldn't help thinking that if she wasn't there, he wouldn't exactly be alive at that precise moment. Needlessly Clara waited for the call to end and followed Marshall obediently towards where Paul was sat.

''I do hope it won't be too hard for you to sit and be quiet unless I need anything,'' Marshall turned towards Clara at the same time as pointing to an exact copy of the chair Paul had been sat in, which was also next to it.

''I'm not a child,'' Clara mumbled shoving past him to slump down into the chair, which was far from comfortable.

Marshall didn't respond instead he had a hushed conversation with Paul before the director turned up and within seconds Clara was left alone. She took the time to get a better understanding of the location, they were on a street, which she guessed would be full of people, but had been closed for the suit. Her gaze lingered on the group of extra's, running her eyes over them as best she could from the distance she was at. There were only a few clues in a persons body language which would give away a person's intention, but after a while, she saw no sure-fire signs of anyone being there who maybe shouldn't have been.

''He's not all that bad,'' the voice came across as quiet as if they'd hadn't wanted to scare her. They wouldn't have anyway because Clara had heard them approach from behind, their shoes had made an audible thump against the pavement as if they'd run up to her.

''Nah he was right to be the way he was. He trusted me with his car and I was late. Plus I hurt my self and my first excuse was a blatantly fucking ridiculous,'' she heard the man chuckle behind her, the sound making her let out a small laugh of her own.

''Denaun. In case you didn't know,'' Clara nodded shaking the hand he offered out to her. She knew all about him from the file, much like Marshall him and Royce were also a top priority on her mission. Of course, that was not information she was going to share with him.

''He told everyone about that story by the way. No one believes you,'' Denaun pointed out answering her comment from earlier.

''Well one of them is true, but not the one you think it is,'' she replied raising an eyebrow at him as if daring him to call her an actual liar.

''So you're sticking to the smashing a glass bottle on a guys head?'' Denaun asked raising a tentative eyebrow of his own.

''Yep that's how I cut my hand, I got a bit of glass lodged inside. Hurt like a bitch. Also how else would I have got blood on my shoes and my shirt, with that amount of blood surely I'd be in the hospital right now,'' she smirked up at him as he stood with his mouth simply opening and closing, not entirely sure what to reply with.

However, after a moment of silence words did finally leave his mouth,''ok now I'm not sure what to believe cause that now sounds pretty believable,'' Clara laughed a little as she watched him inspect her shoes, where a few spots of blood were clearly visible, as well as quite a bit on the hem of her shirt and the collar too.

''Well it doesn't really matter either way. My first proper day and I've been made to sit here as if put on the naughty step for some heinous crime,'' her joke emitted a little blip of laughter from Denaun before he stopped abruptly. Clara frowned at the sudden silence from the man, although upon turning away from him she realised it was because Marshall was stood in front of her.

''Keys for my car, I'm driving,'' there was no emotion in his voice and just to annoy him, even more, Clara rolled her eyes as she went to root around in her bag to find the keys. Adding to his annoyance, even more, she took longer than needed to find the keys. When she had found them and held them up to him, he snatched them from her grasp, making it seem like they'd fly away if not held onto long enough.

''See ya later I guess,'' Denaun nodded his head, being left o watch as Clara and Marshall wandered away not quite together. He was sure if Marshall walked any faster in front of the woman he'd surely be running.

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''I apologised it was an accident, this mister I ain't talking to your stuff is pretty childish. I thought we'd started over this morning,'' the silence of the car had been killing Clara from the inside out. Hence the sudden outburst she'd just had, although she had been careful to not lose her cool and shout at him.

''I trusted you with my car. Why'd I trust you?'' Clara wasn't sure if the question was directed to himself, but she thought she'd chip in and give an answer anyway.

''Because I'm your assistant and you needed to know if I'd respect not just you but your belongings too. For the most part I did, actually for the whole part. The only thing that went wrong was I got lost and hurt myself. I didn't lose or damage the car,'' Clara was flung forward as Marshall broke heavily pulling onto the side of the road. She looked out the window to notice they were in the middle of nowhere next to a forest, ''what are you doing?'' She asked, for a second he didn't reply, instead he flicked on the internal light of the car before turning to face her.

''Give me your hand,'' he sighed as she gave him her hand, '' the other one,'' he added pointing towards the one she'd bandaged up. A little confused she let him take it in his own. Carefully, Marshall began to unwind the bandage, only to stop when he felt her wince, her hand jolting in his grip as the bandage had become stuck due to the dry blood around her palm. Eventually, he managed to pull it off.

''Marshall it's fine if that's what you're wanting to know. I mean you could of just as Ahhh,'' she let out a yelp of pain as Marshall pulled out a green coloured shard of glass. ''There was no way you knew that was in there,'' Clara pointed out as he wrapped her hand back up.

''Your right. I just wanted to see if you'd actually hurt yourself.''

''You didn't believe either of the stories I told you did you,'' he shook his head at her comment, starting the car up again.

''Well as I told Denaun only one of them is true, but not the one you think it may be,'' Marshall just rolled his eyes dismissing the comment completely.

The ride back to his house was silence, although in his head he was still trying to figure out what type of person Clara was. Every time he spoke to her, the impression he got changed each time. Part of him had a feeling that was the whole point. The problem was he wanted to know exactly what type of person she was and at that moment he had no clue.