I've just finished going over the first 23 chapters of this story to fix little problems with spelling, grammar and tenses here and there.

This Can't Be Happening

It started off like just every other day for Mario Lopez. He had been woken up at some ungodly hour by his only daughter slamming the front door shut. From there since he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep he had gotten up and headed to his office at work not wanting to sit at home wondering who his daughter Santana was fucking down.

So here he is sitting in his office at six am looking over the expense reports for each division of his empire.

"Connie!" he shouts at his assistant.

"Yes Mr. Lopez," Connie says peppy as always.

"If you happen to see my daughter at any time today please send her in." Mario says.

"Will do," Connie says skipping out.

The fashion empire Mario has built from the ground up some thirty years ago no longer is just designing clothes, but also included lingerie, wedding dresses (as he looked forward to his only daughter's wedding), shoes (for his wife), accessories, furniture and four magazines that include the new clothing lines, home decorating and celebrity gossip. It has taken some time, but for the last ten years his company called Lopez Designs Inc. has been the top grossing company in the states and he is listed as number one of Forbes riches people. Even with all his success he still works just as hard as when he was first starting.

Just outside of Mario's office Santana who is only here at six-thirty because Quinn had woken her up yelling about something being incomplete and Brett Pierce one of the company's best young lawyers literally crash into each other.

"I'm soo sorry," Brett says helping Santana up and collecting all his paper.

"You'd better by sorry," Santana spits glaring at the young man.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I sometimes don't watch where I'm going." Brett says a little a taken back by the abrasive nature of the young woman he knocked over.

Even though she seems to be a bit of a bitch not that Brett liked to judge people before he meets them she is strikingly beautiful. It's not her long black wavy hair, her plump very kissable lips, toned legs or large rack that make her beautiful though it doesn't hurt, it's her deep mocha eyes. He realizes that he has been staring when she snorts and deepens her glare.

"Well if you're done oogling me, I do have somewhere to be." Santana says loving when men stare at her cause it just proves her hotness.

"Oh….um….sorry." Brett says blushing.

"Its fine, I know I'm sexy and irresistible." Santana says confidently.

"I bet you'd look amazing riding a unicorn." Brett blurts out before he can stop himself.

Santana stares at him wondering what is wrong with this rather handsome man. She normally isn't attracted to the All American type, but something about this man is different. He is rather tall at least a foot taller than her five foot four frame with long legs and she suspects a six pack under his dress shirt. He's muscular, but not too much just enough. He has a mop of blonde hair on his head that is nicely combed back. Blonde stubble made him look slightly older than she suspects her is, but it only makes him look even more attractive.

"Santana, your dad wants to see you." Connie says before Santana can finish her musing.

"I'll be in in a minute." Santana harshly says turning to glare at Connie for interrupting her staring at the weird yet handsome man.

When she turns back around the man is gone.

"Damn it, I was enjoying him staring at me." Santana says to herself as she heads into her dad's office.

Mario is looking at a picture of his late wife when Santana walks in.

"You wanted to see me daddy." Santana says turning on the charm for her dad.

"Yes, I wanted to see how your work on falls new line?" Mario says looking up at his daughter.

"I have the team working on looks as we speak." Santana says making a mental note to get them doing that.

"Sweetie you should be working hard on the designs as well too." Mario says sighing.

"Daddy, I have other things I have to worry about." Santana whines.

"I know just make sure-" Mario is cut off by a squeal from his daughter who has her phone out.

"I have to go; they just opened a new club." Santana says running out of his office.

Mario closes his eyes, taking a very deep breath so he doesn't lose it. When he opens his eyes he looks over to his right where he has framed Santana's very first design that she drew when she was ten. Even though it was seventeen years ago and out dated now it shows how talented she is when she applies herself. Not that she ever applied herself to anything that doesn't directly help her.

He blames himself for her selfishness. When his wife died when Santana was twelve he had thrown himself even more into work. His wife had always taken care of Santana while he worked so when she died he had no idea of what to do. Raising a teenage daughter was foreign to him and he was lost on what to do. So he did what he did best, work.

At first Santana had stayed that sweet, innocent girl that she had been before her mother died, but then high school came around. She joined the cheerleading team and started caring more about how she looked and that she was popular than being herself. Most students and teachers had called her selfish for not giving a rats ass about anyone or thing else, but staying popular. Mario hadn't helped the situation by giving her whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it.

"I should have been a better father. You wouldn't have let her get this bad." he says looking at the picture of his wife. "She'd be able to take care of herself if you were still here."

"Mr. Lopez, you have an appointment with your personal lawyer right now, he's waiting." Connie buzzes in.

"Send him in," Mario says shaking his head.

"Mario, long time no see."

"It's good to see you Harry."

Mario stands up walking around his desk and hugging his old friend.

"As much as I would love to catch up we need to talk about your will." Harry says sitting down and pulling out a bunch of paper work.

He has dreaded having to do this. Santana's selfishness greatly concerns him when it comes to running this company. Even though he knows that her faults are all his fault as when his wife died he did what he thought was best for the both of them. Giving Santana what she wanted just like he had always done seemed like a great idea at the time.

"Mario, I'm assuming that you're leaving everything to Santana." Harry says shuffling some papers around.

"Yes," Mario says a little hesitation in his voice.

"I know you're worried about Santana, but she's a smart girl. I'm sure that she'll get her act together before you hand the reins over to her." Harry says handing Mario the will that he wrote out. "Read it over and I'll be back tomorrow for you to sign it."

"Thanks Harry," Mario says getting up to walk him out.

Going back to his desk Mario picks up the will to read it over. As he reads it over it hits him that Santana will actually have to run the company one day. This worries him deeply as he knows that his daughter is woefully unprepared to run the company. He's really worried about what will happen to her when he dies at the rate that she spends money that she'll lose everything not long after he's gone. Sure he's leaving everything to her, but really wishes she would find a man to help take care of her when he no longer can.

"Maria, I wish you were here to talk some sense to her." Mario whispers.

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Santana quickly walks through the office down to the sewing room looking for her best friend at work Quinn trying to get the blonde hair man out of her mind. Sure he is hot, but she has a strict policy of never sleeping with someone who works for her.

"Well look who finally decided to show up." Quinn says looking up.

"Sorry my dad wanted to talk to me." Santana says.

"Its fine, but I was just wondering if you had finished your design the one that you wanted to wear out partying." Quinn says giving Santana the stop sleeping around look.

"Yes, here it is. Do you think you can have it ready by next week?" Santana asks.

"Sure, we're not doing much since you haven't given us the fall designs yet." Quinn hints.

"Oh quiet you, I've been busy." Santana says waving her hand off.

"Oh yeah, what are you busy with clubbing. That's not busy Santana. You're just lucky you work for your dad and he's not going to fire you." Quinn lectures her.

"Hey I got here at six thirty, shouldn't that count for something." Santana reasons.

Quinn just shakes her head wondering why she puts up with this woman. She wonders if there is any man in the world that can tame Santana's wild ways.

Just as Santana leaves out the back not wanting to actually have to work, Brett comes in.

"Hi Quinn," Brett happily says.

"Brett to what do I owe this pleasure?" Quinn asks smiling at the handsome young man.

"I just came down to get your expense reports and to see how the fall line is coming." Brett says smiling.

"Here's the expense reports, but we haven't gotten any designs for the fall line from the design team yet." Quinn quietly says not wanting to get Santana in trouble.

Brett nods knowing how frustrated Quinn and everyone gets because Santana the lead designer is Mario's daughter and they can't force her to do anything.

"I'll talk to Mario and don't worry I won't say you said anything." Brett says smiling.

"Thanks Brett I owe you one." Quinn says.

"Just make me that unicorn cover and we'll be even." Brett says.

"You are one of a kind Brett Pierce." Quinn says to herself as Brett leaves.

Brett is bright red as he leaves feeling bad that he let his weirdness slip through again. He already knows that if he ever sees the pretty Latina again she'll probably make fun of him. It is really too bad because he really thought that she liked him.

"Hey Connie is he in there?" Brett asks stopping at the receptionist desk.

"Yes he is," Connie says batting her eyes at him.

"Don't let anyone come in; we're going to be going over the expense reports." Brett says walking to the door and knocking before opening it.

"Awe Brett, come sit." Mario says smiling at his favorite employee.