"Clara I'm working. Dre's new head of security remember," Joe ground out into the phone. He was the first person she could think of after returning to her bedroom from the digression her and Marshall had, had that morning.

"Then why'd you pick up the phone then," she pointed out and smiled a little at the frustrated huff that came from his end.

"Shut up," Clara laughed, the events that morning already slipping away from her. However, she couldn't let it slip too far because it was the reason she was ringing him.

"Joe I had that dream again," she scrunched her forehead when the sound of utter silence hung between them, "Joe?" She questioned repeating his name.

"Did you count to ten and go to your..."

"What do you think?" She cut in, sitting up on the bed so her back was against the headboard.

"Clara it helps, trust me."

"No it doesn't," she shot back, glancing down at her nails, releasing a sigh as she did.

"That's because you've never actually fucking tried it. You think everything goes away with time. This is one of those things that won't," Joe explained, but Clara wasn't listening instead she focused on the piece of paper that had just filtered into her room from underneath the door.

"I'll call you back," she replied dismissing his protests and hanging up, throwing the phone down onto the bed making, the duvet dip around it slightly.

A little confused, Clara bent down to pick up the paper, that was A4 but folded in half. Turning it over before opening it, she noticed that there was no name written on any side. Although she didn't know why she was checking who it was for since she was clearly the only one in the room. She blamed it on the force of habit, needing to know every specific detail about something, before taking it any further.

So with the note in her hand, Clara sat back down on the bed and unfolded it. The page was filled with sprawled, spidery handwriting, written in black ink. Her eyes immediately flicked down to the bottom of the page where the name signed read; Marshall, before she then read the note itself.

I'm sorry if I upset you. Trust me that was not my intention, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, but I may have been more forward than I needed to be. You were right I've only known you half a day, and I had no right to pry into stuff that's very much private to you. I know I wouldn't have liked it if you'd done it to me. That said I just wanted to tell you that if you ever need help I'll try my best to be of assistance.

I want us to start afresh and get to know each other since you are supposed to be a personal assistant and that takes a certain type of friendship. When you get this note I'll be downstairs in my home studio so if you wanna start over, then come down once you've read this.

Marshall

P.S don't trip over the flowers I left outside your room.

Clara finished reading the letter and immediately went to open her bedroom door. Sure enough just outside was a bouquet of various kinds of flowers, already sat in a vase. She couldn't help but smile and shake her head, there was no denying it was a sweet gesture and that Marshall was trying to be nice. Clara was ashamed to feel that his charm may just be getting her to realise that he may not be the person that the media portrayed him to be or even the person he wanted himself to be potrayed as.

Before making her way downstairs, Clara picked up the vase and placed it on the bedside table. She also couldn't resist the urge to take a photo of it and the letter to send to Rose, but she decided against it as there were far more important matters at hand, like protecting three big artists from death.

So instead she only picked up her phone to place it in her pocket and then went in search of Marshall's home studio. It was that moment she'd wished he'd placed a map of his house in the note if that wasn't too much to ask.

Luck must have been on Clara's side as after wandering down what felt like endless hallways she found herself following the low hum of music emitting from one of the rooms. After placing her ear against near enough all the rooms she finally found the one the sound was coming from. Taking and deep breath and praying that it was the right room, Clara twisted the doorknob pushing the door open. She sighed in relief when she was met straight away with Marshall spinning around on his chair to look at her.

''I got you're note and the flowers. It wasn't your fault, I'm just a really closed off person and prefer not to talk about how I feel. I'm sorry,'' a tiny voice in the back of Clara's head told her that she was blaming herself yet again, for something that wasn't entirely her fault.

''Nah it was my fault I shouldn't have tried to get into your shit. Let's just forget it ok because I really need your help, like doing your job kinda help,'' Marshall put his hand up to stop Clara saying anything else. She snapped her mouth shut and nodded at him.

''What do you want me to do?'' Marshall was relieved that she had decided to move on from the previous subject.

''We leave to shoot a video for my new single in about half an hour. I need you to make sure that this,'' he spoke holding up a notebook,'' and this,'' a memory stick this time, ''does not leave you at any time.''

''Ok,'' she accepted the notebook and memory stick,'' and should I just carry them like this or can I put them in a bag or something?'' Clara added her arms outstretched with an item still in each hand.

''Well yeah, you'd look a bit stupid walking around like that,'' he remarked.

''Maybe that's how I want to look,'' she quipped back, rolling the memory stick between her fingers. Marshall seemingly watched in fascination as she managed to swipe it into a clenched fist just before it dropped to the ground.

''How come you couldn't catch the glass you dropped this morning, but you caught that,'' he pointed out, making the smile on Clara's face falter a little. He noticed the glitch as her lips moved, but didn't dwell on it.

''I was half asleep, I'd just woken up,'' he nodded, turning his chair around for a split second to get out of it.

When he turned back around Clara was gone. Marshall shook his head, there was something about her he couldn't quite wrap his head around. Usually, when it came to women he could figure out exactly what their deal was, but with Clara, he was just as clueless as the day Paul demanded he get a PA. It was as they were connected in some way and he couldn't figure out how and why.

°°°

Moments after leaving the room Clara received a text from Miranda. Her eyes widened as she scanned over the details she had been given. The message contained a picture of a man and a location. She sighed rushing up to her room, making sure all the relevant equipment, including Marshalls notebook and memory stick, were in her bag.

''I have too much responsibility right now,'' she mumbled to herself as she pulled on appropriate clothing for accompanying Marshall to a music video shoot and for running in because she had a feeling she may be climbing a few flights of stairs again.

''Hey Marshall you mind if I get there early, make sure everything is good for when you arrive,'' Marshall was startled by the question Clara fired his way but felt it was probably best if she did.

''Er yeah, here take one of my cars. If you so much as leave a scratch I will strangle you,'' he responded throwing a set of keys at her. The action surprising himself.

''I don't doubt it,'' Clara replied with a smirk and Marshall shook his head as he watched her walk off. Yep, there was definitely something he was missing about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

°°°

A

rooftop not far from the site of the shoot

''Target is set to arrive at the location in around about an hour. There may be a lot of people around and you only get one shot, so make it a hit.''

''Yes sir,'' the man dressed all in black on the roof of one of the blocks of flats replied as he set up his scope. Little did he know that someone already knew where he was and would arrive shortly.