I am sorry if the formatting is off on this. I typed on a computer I normally don't type on. I am trying to get back into writing and it is difficult. I know where I want all my stories to go... it's just a matter of actually writing them.

All rights go to Charlaine Harris for the characters of course!

ERIC POV

Saying Eric slept like a baby that night would have been the lie of a century. He paced the corners of his room hoping to wear out the carpet and eventually wear himself out. It was a lost cause from the start and he knew it. After continuously pacing, he settled on just staring at the walls from the comfort of his fluffy, yet masculine (and don't you dare think otherwise), bed. All that happened from that was Eric noticed an annoying fly that kept flitting from one corner to another. His mind didn't want to settle down. It kept jumping back and forth between two completely different topics: his hate for Felicia and the strangeness of running into the receptionist girl at every corner lately. It was uncanny the amount of times Eric had seen her in just one day alone. Then, when he thought he was finally rid of her, she turns out to be the girl he's been sort of chatting with over the past few weeks in a vague chatroom scenario. However tonight was the first night that they were the only ones in the chatroom.

What in the hell is going on? Eric thought to himself as he let out a huff of air and climbed out of his bed. He headed straight towards the ktichen, tripping over old squeaky toys along his way from dogs of the past. He currently wasn't fostering but he never got rid of toys, not knowing when a new dog was going to come in the door. Once in the kitchen he poured himself a few shots... hoping that maybe, just maybe, if he got shitty enough he would forget the stupid shit he was thinking about Felicia and stop wondering about this Sookie girl. Maybe, just maybe, he would fall asleep.

An hour later, and half a bottle gone... Eric was snoring heavily on the couch with his arms and legs thrown haphazardly over the sides. He finally was able to sleep.

SOOKIE POV

As soon as she screamed and slammed the computer shut, Sookie felt as if a drummer was battling it out in her chest. Her heart was threatening to jump out of her throat and she even felt a little dizzy. She probably even slammed her computer hard enough to do a little damage. What in the world was that pompous ass doing on my screen? She thought as she bent over at the waist, trying desperately to breathe. This day was just getting weirder and weirder. She didn't want to see Mr. Northman any more than she had to, but today he just happened to be around every. single. freakin'. corner!

Shakily standing up straight, Sookie checked the damage on her computer. All seemed to be well and she breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted this day past her, so she slipped into bed... grabbing her black out mask and sleeping pill. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to sleep without a little help. She felt the fuzziness of the pill kicking in and the last thing she thought about was "What would he have looked like if he would have just videoed in sleep pants alone?"

ERIC POV

Eric woke up with a fuzzy head and a vague ringing in his ears. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs out and to clear the ringing... but the ringing didn't seem to go away. It took him a few moments to realize it was his house phone that was making the disgustingly loud and offensive noise. He stumbled towards the wall and pulled the cordless off.

"Hello?" Eric croaked roughly into the phone. His tongue was dry and swollen from the dehydration of the alcohol the night before.

He heard a chuckle on the other end. "Rough night?" Ugh. Bill Compton. The last person he wanted to hear from this morning. If thoughts could kill he would hear the sound of Bill's phone falling to the floor right this very second.

"Speak." Eric wasn't even going to talk to him more than necessary.

"I was just calling to inform you of a few things. Number one: your Executive Assistant quit today, without notice." Eric palmed his face and wanted to strangle Compton within an inch of his life for the smug tone of his voice. "Secondly: She was planning an event that has now gone unfinished. Thirdly: The other partners want you in today as soon as possible."

Eric was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying desperately not to put one of them into the wall in front of himself. "And you got the lovely task of being messenger boy didn't you Compton? You would make a fine Executive Assistant, you're hired!" He said in his most sarcastic voice. He heard the intake of Bill's breath as the man tried to muster up an outraged comment or comeback. "Now don't get your panties in a twist, you wouldn't want your superiors to know how hot headed you can get. Wait, I am your superior. Thanks for the information Bill. I'll leave the task of searching for an adequate pool of replacements up to you. I'll be in at noon." Eric then hung up with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Take that you fucking douche. He thought as he walked into the bathroom to start the shower, clearing away the rest of the hangover.

SOOKIE POV

Sookie woke up about 30 minutes before her alarm was due to go off. She hated when that happened because she couldn't fall back asleep and she felt like she was missing out on something important. She pulled herself out of bed and went downstairs to start a pot of coffee. Checking her phone along the way for messages, she noticed she had a cute little text from Bill, "I'm a jerk... the BIGGEST jerk. Something at work came up and I'm not going to be able to get away until dinner tonight. Will you do me the honor of being the beautiful woman on my arm for dinner tonight?" Sookie smiled and blushed. Smiled because Bill was thoughtful enough to let her know in advance that plans had changed and blushed because he had complimented her. Sookie wasn't big into the dating scene nor did she have men lining up to pay her compliments, so it always felt like a huge deal when and if they did.

It was Sookie's day off and she had no idea where to begin once she had a steaming cup of coffee in her greedy little mitts. Days off were few and far between for her. She was always working so that she could make enough money to take care of past debts that her late grandmother had acrued in medical expenses and housing expenses. Or she was super busy trying to squeeze in a night class or two. She wanted desperately to go back to school. Once upon a time she was enrolled in University but had to drop out to take care of her ailing grandmother. Now, now she wanted to go back. However, the finances were no longer what they were. She'd figure it out eventually.

After one more cup of coffee and some breakfast, Sookie set about cleaning the large farmhouse she thought of as home as a child. It collected dust like nobodies business and she couldn't remember the last time she gave it a good cleaning. In no time she was a whirl of dust bunnies, rubber gloves, and cleaning supplies. Her morning and afternoon seemed to fly by and she finally took a break when she noticed her stomach growling louder than the vacuum cleaner. She took a seat on the couch with a sandwich and a cool glass of lemonade and looked at the clook. Holy crap it's 4pm!

Sookie dropped her food and ran towards her phone to see if she had a missed call or text from Bill. She flipped it open, almost dropping it in the process. She did have a missed text! Her face dropped as she read it. "I'm sorry to have to cancel on you for dinner tonight, I really am awful. But some unavoidable things are continuing to crop up at work and I really won't be able to leave the office until late. Maybe we could do dessert?"

Sookie texted back hastily. "Yeah, just let me know. I'll be out but we can meet up somewhere." She went back to eating her sandwich, trying to decide what she was going to do with her night now.

ERIC POV

What kind of shit storm did I just walk in to? Eric thought as he climbed out of his car in the parking garage and took the elevator to the top floor of his office building. He was doing ever meditation technique he could think of not to stab all of his underlings. Why the hell did his Executive Assistant quit without notice? Last time he checked, she was doing an amazing job at her position and she seemed to enjoy it. Something must have happened within the office and you bet your ass he was going launch an internal investigation over it. Knowing his luck lately, Eric's firm would probably be hearing from some lawyer or another in a week and somebody would be slapped with a sexual harassment lawsuit. Or she had been misappropriating funds. Or something equally as seedy. Who knows. Eric was sure as shit going to find out, that's for damn sure.

He marched a loud tattoo towards his office and no one dared to even wish him a good afternoon. He quickly opened his double doors and slammed them shut behind himself. He looked around... everything in the office appeared just as he had left it the day before. That was eityher really good news or really bad news. Someone had either been through the room and placed everything back accordingly, or no one had been in there at all. There was only one way to find out. Eric climbed into his large dark brown leather chair behind his giant oak desk and kicked his feet up. He unlocked the top drawer of the desk with a key that he was the only holder of a copy and pulled out a remote. With a single flick of the remote his plasma television set that was always set to the BBC news switched over to a high quality black and white security cam vision of his office. He could see himself on the picture and waved his arm. He got up, walked around the office. At various points of the room the camera switched angles based on motion detection. Eric, satisfied that all was within working order with his security system, set the system to playback from last night.

The first two hours of film showed only his Executive Assistant coming in and out, placing various memos in his incoming basket. Nothing interesting there. It wasn't until around 7pm that something interesting happened. His assistant walked into the room and shortly after her, Bill Compton. Eric eased his elbows up onto his desk and steepled his hands in front of his face, watching intently. Bill had a creepy smile on his face and his assistant appeared to be uncomfortable, but neither was making any move to close the distance between one another. Neither of them seemed to be raising their voices, having a calm, quiet discussion. After about 10 minutes of this discussion Eric noticed a tear or two streaming down his assistants face and Bill laughing. Bill then shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room. His assistant buried her head in her hands and let out a few sobs before composing herself. She made sure all of the lights were shut off in the office and then walked out.

Eric sat back in his chair. It seemed as if he had the first lead as to what happened and how his day was going to begin today. He called Bill's secretary. "Hello Janet, will you have Mr. Compton come into my office immediately. Thank you."