Mr. Tucker is pissed off.

"Chase, you need to just go back to Georgia. Having you here will only upset Father." Jasper isn't backing down. I can see by the look in his eyes, the bad blood between the two has been going on forever.

"You sure it's me who makes dad upset? If I remember correctly...when Lily and you decided to—"

"Remember that time back in high school I came over to you guys' house and pissed in the hot tub..." Everett chimed in.

"Oh yeah, I remember that and Mr. and Mrs. T got in right after," Austin adds, shaking his head.

"I wasn't allowed back over there for months. I am still sorry about that Mr. T." Everett gives him an award-winning smile.

Nicely done.

One thing for sure these guys are masters at creating a diversion. Mr. Tucker cuts his eyes at Everett and Tristan tosses his head back in laughter. Now Tristan laugh is the kind of laugh, you laugh at. How can I describe it? For one it's loud very loud. Two its sort of high pitched for someone with such a deep voice and three he snorts while laughing. Like a domino effect, all the guys start to laugh. I cover my hand over my mouth, fighting back my own laughter. This meeting is going to be full of jokes with these guys.

"You have got to be kidding me." Jasper sighs loudly. "Father...Chase." Jasper walks out the conference room, his father behind him. Chase doesn't miss a beat and he is out his seat exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

"Well...that went better than I expected." Austin props his elbows on the table.

"Dude, did you really pee in their hot tub?" Vincent asks.

"Sure did. I was crossfaded that night. Their parents weren't supposed to be home that night, but they came back and I had to rush out of there quick. I was fucked and if they would have seen me like that my parents would have grounded me. That night I saw things I can't unsee and—"

"Please don't finish your story. Not everyone here wants to hear it." Ember finally speaks and she isn't hiding the fact that she is annoyed to be here...in the room with us. She is really full of herself. Seriously.

"And you are?" Tristan leans forward to get a better look at her.

"Ember Cunningham, I am the Public Relations assistant and this is Matthew Garcia the Beauty Editor Assistant." She rolls her eyes.

"Right..." Tristan doesn't seem to be hiding his annoyance either. "You lost me at assistant."

"Excuse me?"

Uh oh...here we go.

"You're an assistant. Not saying you don't do much...you probably do but I don't care. So for you to have such a stink ass attitude for a woman who's pushing forty that's not cool love."

"Dude you must be stopped." Austin chuckles. "You can clearly see she is thirty-five."

"How dare you speak of my friend that way." Matthew snaps. "She is a lady and you all should treat her as such."

"Are we really going with that line?" Darren looks up from his phone. "You see I don't know what you two have been told or what you think you know. But you see that lady sitting over there," he winks at me. "I have a friend of a friend who works here and told me that you two weren't so nice to her. Yet, you want us to treat us like a lady and you couldn't do that for Charlotte..."

I wonder who is the friend of the friend.

"Preach!" Miguel raises his hands. "Let the choir say Amen."

"Amen." The guys say in unison.

My heart is about to burst. The amount of respect I have for each and every one of these guys—they never let me down and that's why I will always go above and beyond for them. I met them in the worst scenario possible, but there is no denying the bond we all have. I literally gained six brothers in one semester and I wouldn't change it for anything, not even PRCA.

"You little boys are fucking idiots. You're barking up the wrong tree here. I don't care how you seven came to be on Tucker and Michaels, Inc. payroll, but you better watch yo—"

"Are you really doing this? Like seriously Emily we don't care about your speech. We get it you must be sleeping with either Jasper or Mr. T, to feel that entitled right now. No one here is trying to knock that hustle of yours." Tristan leans back in his chair while running his fingers through his hair.

"Guys...her name is Ember and don't be mean." I glance around at all of them. After all, she is still a lady and doesn't need to be ganged up on by men no matter what she has done or said to me.

"Charlotte you are too nice," Vincent says. "I have to agree with the guys on this one. You give respect to get respect and she hasn't respected you. So in return why should we give her the courtesy?"

"Because no war in anger has ever been won."

"Did you just quote a Selena Gomez song?" Tristan's eyes widen.

"Yeah. It makes perfect sense."

"Bruh, why do you even know that?" Miguel side-eyes him.

"None of that is important." Everett looks at the two of them before turning his attention to Ember and Matthew. "As you can see when it comes to my cousin we are very protective of her and the hate you two are giving...ends now."

"Wait a minute," Matthew looks around the table suspiciously. "How come you all know Charlotte and not Chase? Seems a bit weird."

"As a matter of fact, that does seem odd," Ember adds.

Oh no.

"It's not odd...I just didn't have time to socialize with other girls when I had a girlfriend—she was the jealous type. Now that I am single I wouldn't mind getting to know Ms. Charlotte." Chase stands in the doorway, Jasper behind him fuming.

"Leave my assistant alone." Jasper bumps Chase out the way, walking back into the room. "Mr. Garcia and Ms. Cunningham you two may leave. You won't be needed for the meeting. Have a good day." He takes his seat. Ember looks like she wants to object, but doesn't.

Ember stops behind my chair. "I know something is going on here and I will get to the bottom of it. Watch yourself." She whispers in my ear. "I really do love your shoes." She says plastering that fake smile on her face. Austin raises an eyebrow at me and I shake my head, letting him know it's nothing. Ember is just another Raven, the only difference is this time I am ready for whatever she is going to throw my way. Chase closes the door after they leave and takes his seat next to me again.

"Will Mr. Tucker be joining us?" I ask.

"Nope, he had somewhere else to be. I will be conducting this meeting. If you don't mind Charlotte I would like you to sit over here to take notes." Jasper clears his throat.

"I think she can take notes from where she is at." Chase stares at him.

"I don't want her distracted from doing her job," Jasper says.

"I don't think where she sits is a problem." Chase leans back in his chair.

"I want her to sit here and that's where she will be. I am her boss, not you."

"Umm first off, my cousin name is Charlotte. Secondly, can we stop with the—my dick is bigger than yours contest and lastly where are the refreshments, I'm hungry." Everett's facial expression looks bored and over it.

"You're right Everett. With that being said let's get down to business. I am only going to say it once so pay very close attention and Ms. Withers please jot this down. My father and I have come to the conclusion that you seven can't work together due to all the horse playing that will happen..." he pauses looking at each and every one of them. "So that being said, you all are going to be split up throughout the building."

"Fucking hell." Austin drops his head onto the table.