Bella's POV

"Mercedes, say hi to your new secretary, Miss Sally," Papi said as a young beautiful lady walked into my room, her smile enough to lighten it up immediately.

She was really pretty and looked a bit more efficient than Banks. She had nice black curly hair, beautiful eyes and was really blessed in the height department. A nice pointed nose and a smart face in total. I liked her.

"Nice to meet you, Sally. I really hope you're up for the job. I'm pretty sure papi here had good taste in hiring you and I hope you won't disappoint," I prattled naturally.

"I'm at your service ma'am. I promise a hundred percent accuracy in this job. You don't have to worry about a think," she assured with a smile.

"Good. Very good," I nodded.

"She'll be starting today. She's a better version of that traitor of a secretary," Papi said with a proud and deep chuckle.

"I hope so," I smiled and stood up from the couch, headed to my dresser.

"Ma'am, I already prepared all the files and when would you like the shot with the band? They're complaining about a tight schedule and I suppose the day after tomorrow would be perfect. After all, its gonna be free," she smiled and turned her Ipad screen, showing the messages from the band.

"Okay, fine. We're gonna do it the day after tomorrow. Let them know, please."

"Of course ma'am. And your massage is already reserved," she grinned and headed out the door.

I loved her!

"Really efficient isn't she?" Papi asked with a grin.

"Yeah!" I nodded. "Yup she is."

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"Sally, I'd like you to get me ready for the bonfire in thirty minutes," I said sleepily as I rubbed my eyes and glanced at her. She held a glass of alcohol in her hand, and her tablet in the other.

I perceived the strong scent and it did wonders in ruining my stomach.

"Is that alcohol? In my room?" I growled as I stood up, jerking fully awake.

"Yeah," she nodded with a shrug.

Okay, the nerve. I didn't hire an alcohol drinking addict as a secretary. What was up with her?

"Why, want some?" she asked and offered me the bottle.

The heck!

"I don't - " I paused, remembering I'm not Arabella but Mercedes. Mercedes drinks. A lot.

"Wait!" she laughed.

"You don't drink?" she asked and laughed hysterically.

I stared at her, angry and feeling stupid at the same time.

"I drink!" I shot in my defense.

"Really? Then gulp down this bottle!" she said and pushed the bottle over to me with her index finger, while taking a sip of hers in the glass and staring at me with a smirk.

"I don't want to!" I yelled, trying to prevent any contact between my mouth and that bottle.

She laughed again and gulped down the glass, returning it to the table.

"Look, if I didn't know you, I'd say you're an imposter trying to be Mercedes. But you aren't which means you need to know how to drink. It's saddening to know you don't drink with all these," she sighed and looked around, waving her hands in the air and revealing all her tattoos.

I was fed up. Immediately, I grabbed the bottle and took a huge gulp. It was horrible. It made me cough a little and my eyes squint tightly as I immediately returned the bottle to the table. I stared at her in agony and forced with all the strength I had left, a little smile.

"Now that's more like it. Have some more," she urged as she poured some into her glass and handed the bottle over to me again.

I was literally dead!

"Ready, go!" she yelled and we both gulped it down. I swear that was insane. My stomach felt like someone pounded all my organs and then lit them up with fire. My tongue felt plain and my eyes couldn't figure out what was happening.

"Now you're getting it. Save your tummy for the bonfire. That's where the real drinking deal begins," she smiled.

Bon...fire...oh My God.

"And guess where it ends!" she spoke up again, moving over to the closet.

I shook my head, clueless, and slumped on the couch, resuscitating myself from the alcohol rollercoaster.

"In the bedroom of course," she chuckled and brought out a matching bikini from the closet, placing it against her body with a smile.

It looked so revealing.

"Look, Mercedes, i'ym your friend, but part time secretary. Sally has got you covered so you have got to rock that party with the adrenaline in your body. There's no party without hot sexy teenage dudes, so get ready for a ton of crazy!" She yelled, widening her eyes and laughing hysterically.

I was confused. Really.

"Cameron - " she started, placing the bikini on the bed and walking over to my dresser.

"What about him?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Tell me, what have you two planned for this night?" she asked and faced me with her hand placed below her chin.

"Nothing, just a bonfire," I replied simply, not getting where she was headed.

She laughed so hard it irritated me so much and made me curse her mentally.

"Are you serious? Nothing?" she laughed again, holding her tummy while she was at it.

"Why?" I asked.

"You're a superstar. You don't just do nothing at a bonfire. You're supposed to do something. Something you know you shouldn't be doing, but something you know you want to. I'll give you an example. Drugs. Its wrong, but you have the resources to supply he whole country illegal drugs for let me say, a year or two. Don't tell me you don't take drugs,"

I shook my head, completely lost in wherever she was heading to. I had no idea.

"You are just hopeless!" she sighed and shook her head in disappointment.

"Okay, let me start with something easy. Tonight, is not gonna be just nothing. You are gonna get drunk and live the life you deserve," she stated in a cheerful voice.

"But - "

"With Cameron of course," she interrupted with a sigh and rolled her eyes.

"I'm married," I pointed out in a whisper.

"Married?" she yelled loudly and burst into an unstoppable pique of wild laughter.

I gritted my teeth and glared unsparingly at her.

"Are you seriously giving me that shit!" she yelled. "To who? That handsome piece of nothing?"

My face was as confused as anything. For all I knew, she made me mad. So mad.

"You look as lost as fuck. Come on, I've got you covered," she smiled and had me sit on the stool.

Oh boy!

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"All done, piece à pie!" she yelled and I stood up, staring at myself in the mirror.

I looked - weirdly different. The bikini was really revealing and her definition of light makeup was definitely not same as mine.

"So, what'd you think?" she asked as she stared at me with a wild smile.

"Isn't it too revealing?" I asked.

"Revealing? I was thinking it needed a little more exposure," she said and brought down the top a bit. "Just like that!"

"There. Cleavages, check! Hot,check! You're set to go, honey." she smiled.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked, scared of going there all by myself in a strippers outfit.

"Yass, duh!" she yelled.

She pulled up the shirt she had on.

"What are you doing??!" I yelled, terrified.

"Chill, would you?"

She brought her zipper down and got her slim pencil skirt off. The hair clip fell to the floor as she let her silk brunette hair dangle at her back freely.

"I'm ready," she said and looked up at me, stepping into the blue clogs that laid lazily beside my bed.

"You're going to a party with that? Are you insane, lady?" I asked, staring at her exposed body which luckily, was worse than mine.

"Yeah, why? I should go in pj's or a romper? Or Cinderella's ball gown?" she asked sarcastically and laughed.

I shook my head.

"Bruh, chill. Come on, let's go," she said and tossed me a coat to wear before we get to the beach.

Bruh?

At least she hadn't totally lost it. Thank goodness!

She was not okay and she was definitely the definition of a real Mercedes. Wow!

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