Hi everyone! This is my first story so don't be too harsh please! Obviously I don't own sailor moon but I do own the story! So read and review and try to enjoy!! Also to save myself hassle I like to just put thoughts in Italics. So let me know if its too confusing and I can change it.

Serena sat at her large wooden desk in her new office. This office was proof of all of her success since she started working. She was now one of the most success image consultants in Tokyo. She now employed over fifteen employees, while handling the top priority clients herself. She loved her job and everything about it. The challenges, the satisfaction and even the money played its role. She was completely independent and that was the way she liked it.

"Serena, there a call for you on line two" her assistant, Anya buzzed in.

"Okay, put it through" she answered.

"Hello Ms Tompson, this is Charles Ackley and I have a job offer for you" he started with.

"Well with my increasing work load I will have to take a look at the file in order to consider it." She answered.

"Trust me. I will pay you whatever amount it will take for you to say yes now. I will hand you a blank check if you agree to come to my office this afternoon and take my offer." The old man rebutted.

Serena paused for a second. Either the man was extremely desperate or had a very big P.R problem on his hands. Knowing that she had just purchased her office and that it was still a few payments from being hers, could she really turn it down? She had to believe that if she wanted this office and to add to her company she would indeed have to step up and take the client practically throwing money at her. She thought for another second and her decision was made.

"Alright. Where do you want me to meet you?" she said

"One o'clock at 95th and West street. I'm at the top floor and my assistant will give her further instruction. Now I must be off, see you then." He replied.

All Serena heard after that was the dial tone. Since when do people think goodbye is too much. All right well this better be worth the trouble. She thought. She arrived a few minutes early and exited her car. The building she was no in front of was beautiful and modern. She was in awe till she saw the wording on the side Shield's Corp. A sick feeling came to her stomach as it felt as it was pulling her to the ground. She lost her balance slightly and grabbed the siding for support. After all these years. I have to see him again. I should be over this it only happened eight years ago. God I am the definition of pathetic the mere sight of his name and I go weak in the knees. She took a deep breath and started to chant I am no longer eighteen. I can do. I can do. Oh god, I so cannot do this. I'm going to be sick. She looked at the ground as until it was focused and no longer moving in circles. Okay. I don't even know who I am here for. This will be fine. I didn't get where I was from backing down. We are going to pull it together to that meeting. Then afterwards go home and eat the half container of ice cream left at home, while watching romantic comedies. Satisfied enough with herself, she headed in.

While waiting for her meeting she thought she was going to pass out. Everything felt warmer, every little sound was like a gunshot. Then, the man she could only assume to be Charles Ackley walked out of the office to wave her in. As Serena walked into the office the sight alone of the one person she dreaded to ever see again was like a blow to the stomach. Using her last bit of self-preservation she turned to him and said.

"It's very nice to meet you Mr. Ackley, you have a beautiful company, sir" She smiled at him, using what she thought was her most confident voice and shaking his hand.

"Thank you, but I am only on the board of directors, holding but a small share." He smiled warmly back, and held his other hand in the direction of the other person in the room.

"This is Darien Shields. He is the CEO and the face of our company." He finished. I looked at him for the first time. As our eyes met I knew that in my heart nothing had changed, he hadn't changed and deep down that I hadn't. This is just fantastic, a well paying job does have something to do with him. Of course the old man is flicking money at me. He's asking me to fix the publics view of satan. Okay this meeting will not last longer than an hour. I can do this. Please if whoever is up there values my sanity, please let me finish this alive.

"Hello Mr. Shields. My name is" before Serena could finish the sentence he did for her.

"Serena. Serena Thompson. We went to high school together, I could never forget you" the words rolled smoothly off his tongue. She could hear the double meaning and for the first time since she got there she didn't feel sick she felt pissed. He remembers everything and is just standing there all these years with just a stupid smug grin on his face. I'm going to kill him. Was all she could think.

"Serena was top of our class, I could only ever finish second to her" he finished for Mr. Ackley's understanding.

"Well Serena" Mr. Ackley started, " we, the board have started to notice a trend within the papers and news lately. That the press has dubbed Darien quite the ladies man and has given him a very hard to shake reputation for drinking, and bringing home different girls every night. It makes it hard for our company to be seen has the future of Tokyo if our president isn't every bit as likeable as our product. So my proposition would be for you to ensure that this behaviour not only stops but to change the way he is seen as well."

Serena listened carefully, not taking her eyes off Darien for a second. He looks embarrassed. Good, he should be. If I think this then why do I feel sorry for him as well? Oh god, there is no way you should ever feel sorry for him. After what he did to you. Her mind continued to scream.

"Alright. I will do it. But I have a few conditions. First, Mr. Shields will be available for consult around my schedule, when I schedule him for events I expect him to show. Second I have complete control of his social calendar and third is I demand respect. If these three conditions can be met then I will take this job." I looked at Darien instead of Mr. Ackley for a response.

"That sounds more than reasonable Serena." Darien finally answered without any doubt in his voice.

If only I could have his confidence that it will go this well. She thought. After a quick goodbye she headed home. She had bought this beautiful, old country estate only 15 minutes from her office. It was a small mansion but on the inside she had taken it room by room making it unique. The inside had the feel of an Italian villa. The walls and décor made so that the entire place felt magical and romantic. Serena knew that with the stress of her career, a good place to come home to was very important. Though tonight all she could think of while lying in bed was how she came to hate Darien Shields so much.

Okay well that's my story so far. If you want me to continue let me know. If it really sucks let me know. If there is interest I will def continue.