A.N: Here is short intro to my old story. It's been taking up loads of space, so I figured I'd share what I had written so far. IF I decide to continue and pursue this, it will surely be in large periods of time, with far longer chapters than my current ones. So please, let me know what you guys thought? It may be overused, but as always, I'm going to strive to make it different.

Chuck Bartowski was famous. He was on the cover of every magazine, guest star of every talk show, author of his own autobiography, and the owner of the world's largest and richest gaming company, with some of the best gaming franchises known to man. He was followed daily by the press, something that he would never quite understand.

Though despite all his success, he came to work every day, as he believed every working man should. He worked diligently, and he loved every moment of it. He figured he was successful only because he loved and valued his job so much. He got to do what he loved most: Play, create, and talk about video games. Being the CEO of course had its perks. For example, it enabled him to hire his best friend, Morgan Grimes as the main sales executive. And Morgan proved to be one hell of a worker.

The press, however, didn't seem to be interested in his work very much. They seemed to be far more infatuated with the fact that he was a bachelor. A very suitable one at that. They never seemed to mention all his efforts towards bettering the lives of all the children in Africa he'd visited, or the amount of money he donated to the Cancer research foundations. And, of course, he didn't ever do it to be recognized. But it would have been nice if they would care about the things that really mattered like that, rather than who he was dating this month.

And the answer? He wasn't. There wasn't any 'special someone' in his life right now. And honestly, he actually preferred it that way. Ever since a very bad breakup with his girlfriend Jill in college, almost three years ago, he'd grown weary. Not that he didn't try to date other people, it was just…..he seemed more aware of their motives. He could tell that some girls only liked him due to his status, and for that, he simply didn't care for dating. And then, Jill decided to make the petty move of coming back, and he simply rejected her. In front of everyone, press included, not two months ago. And since then, he was clean.

And that's what he'd told the press today. That he was out of the romance game, for now. No doubt, they'd try to twist and scramble his words to make it seem appallingly different, but he was okay. As long as he knew it himself.

Chuck was interrupted by his musings when he heard a knock on the office door.

"Come in." He replied, straightening up. He was tired, and he'd been working on the company's new game for hours straight. Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was almost closing time. Who was left?

"Chuck, hey buddy." Chuck glanced up, seeing his short, bearded friend walk in.

"Hey Morg." Chuck replied absently, relaxing once again.

"Chuck, dude, you need to get out there! You know, have some fun."

Chuck shook his head. "Fun is here. Anything else is just trouble, buddy."

Morgan sighed, walking over. "Man, look at you….You look like a robot, and not the cool kind either." He sat Chuck up, handing him a cup of coffee. "Tell you what. How about I close up, and you and I can head out to the bar, grab a few drinks?"

"No girls?" Chuck asked warily. "No press?"

Morgan nodded. "I promise, man. Just you, me, a couple beers, and some good old Call of Duty afterwards."

Chuck laughed to himself. "It's funny. We are the owners of the most prestigious gaming company in the world, and yet, we play Call of Duty every night."

"Once a nerd, always a nerd, my friend." Morgan laughed, pulling Chuck up and out of his seat. "Get your coat, we're gonna hit the bars hard."

"Yeah, sure." Chuck mumbled as he tossed on a jacket over his formal business shirt. "We're going to look like idiots going to the bar like this."

"No, plenty of people go there after work…." Morgan chattered as he locked some doors, turning on the security system.

"Let's roll." Morgan pulled on his glasses rather lamely, while Chuck just rolled his eyes, getting into their car.

-o-

Sarah Walker/Burton/Franco/etc was not normal by any stretch of the imagination. She did not work for a living. She didn't live in a house, or a car, or an apartment, or really….anywhere. She hadn't had the luxury to call a place home in almost….seventeen years. She was 'home schooled', by her father. And she was a very bright young lady. But bright only got you so far in her world. In her world, in order to make it on a daily basis, you had to: Lie, cheat, steal, be convincing in all your actions, think on your feet, be emotionless at times, and it never hurt to have her gorgeous, slender body matched with natural golden hair and sea blue eyes.

You may be wondering, what kind of world does this 'Sarah' live in? To be frank, she was a con artist. The best kind. The unknown, unsuspected kind. 'Studying under her father for years, she learned the way of con artistry. She learned to embezzle money from some of the biggest accounts in America. She learned to perform an annual con on the Salvation Army. She could seduce a man within minutes, and steal all the cash, cards, and I.D. in his wallet without him even knowing she was there. It was all part of her day to day life. And she didn't love it, or hate it. It was simply life. And that was all she knew.

Not once, did she ever question her Father's ideas, or orders, aloud anyway. She'd often wonder if she were doing the right thing, but after all the practice, the guilt left. Now, it was more like a game, or competition. She'd try to best herself again and again. And somehow, she always did. Today, she was challenged. Her honor, dignity, and confidence took a serious blow when her father made a rather snide comment. He'd told her she wasn't doing well. That she wasn't good enough to survive in the game, and that she'd gotten soft, like her mother. Maybe it was the fact that it was the anniversary of her mother's death. Maybe he was just tired of her company, like he grew tired of her mother's so long ago. Whichever, she decided to leave. And before she did, she'd made a huge promise of her own.

"When you see me again, I'll be a millionaire, dad." She said bitterly, anger and frustration pent up inside her. He wasn't doing too well, as most of their recent cons had gone south.

Jack Burton laughed a cold, bitter laugh. "Yeah pumpkin. Leave, and you'll die on the streets, just like your mother."

Sarah was enraged. Her mother certainly did NOT die on the streets. She was a fine lady, even a wealthy doctor at some point. And for him to insult her like that was outrageous, by any standard.

"How can you say that? I wish I'd stayed with her! You couldn't even provide me with a damn house for all these years, dad!" Sarah spat out the words venomously, causing her father to flinch. "I wish you would've left, and never came back. Mom and I would've been so much happy without you and your fucking games!" She snapped and left.

It wounded him, deep inside. Seeing his little girl go was the second hardest thing he'd ever had to endure. The first? It wasn't worth talking about. Surely not now, as he didn't want to start bawling. But his Sammy girl was gone. No longer would she be by his side, his faithful servant, willing to do all he asked. But more than that, he'd lost his daughter. His girl, and he was too much of an ass to go after her. But then again, she was right. Little did she know it, but her life would be far greater without him. And he sorely hoped she'd end up with that million dollars one day. Fair and Square.

A/N: There you have it. Please, let me know what you thought! Reviews mean a lot, and they truly help me get an idea of what you guys think/like to see. Thanks, and as always, have a good one.