Reforming The Playboy

The New Assistant

Mary Sinclair strode into the cluttered rehearsal space, her crisp navy pantsuit and sleek leather briefcase a stark contrast to the laid-back atmosphere. As she surveyed the room, her keen eyes took in the discarded beer bottles, crumpled song lyrics, and the haphazard arrangement of musical equipment.

The band members - Alex, Rian, Zack, and the notorious Jack Barakat - exchanged curious glances, their casual banter faltering as Mary's presence commanded their attention. With an air of confidence and professionalism, she cleared her throat, drawing all eyes to her.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Mary began, her voice measured and authoritative. "I'm Mary Sinclair, and I've been hired as Jack's personal assistant to help reform his image and ensure the band's continued success."

The band members shifted uncomfortably, their expressions a mix of intrigue and apprehension. Jack, in particular, seemed to stiffen at Mary's words, his usual cocky demeanor momentarily shaken.

Mary's gaze swept across the room, taking in the details that hinted at the band's carefree, rock-star lifestyle. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the prospect of taming the notorious playboy, but her unwavering. determination remained

"I understand this may come as a surprise, but the label has made it clear that Jack's behavior is negatively impacting the band's image," Mary continued, her tone brooking no argument. "My job is to help him get back on track and ensure that All Time Low continues to thrive."

The band members exchanged another round of uneasy glances, the weight of Mary's words settling over the room. Jack, in particular, seemed to bristle at the notion of having his freedom curtailed, his brow furrowing in a mix of defiance and uncer taint y.

As Mary's gaze landed on him, Jack felt a prickle of unease crawl up his spine. This woman, with her crisp attire and no-nonsense demeanor, represented a challenge to the carefully curated world he had built for himself a world of carefree indulgence and unrestrained charm.

The contrast between Mary's professional presence and the band's relaxed atmosphere was palpable, and the band members found themselves caught in the middle, unsure of how to navigate the impending clash of wills., The sound of the rehearsal room door swinging open drew Mary's attention, and she turned to see Jack Barakat sauntering in, fashionably late and nursing what was undoubtedly a nasty hangover.

Jack's eyes widened in surprise as they landed on Mary, his usual cocky demeanor momentarily faltering. But just as quickly, a mischievous grin spread across his face, and he sauntered over to where she stood, his movements exuding a casual confidence.

"Well, well, if it isn't the new boss lady," Jack purred, his voice low and dripping with flirtation. "I must say, I didn't expect to have such a... captivating distraction in my rehearsal space."

Mary's expression remained cool and composed, her piercing green eyes meeting Jack's gaze with unwavering determination. "I'm not here to be a distraction, Mr. Barakat," she replied, her tone clipped and professional. "I'm here to ensure that you fulfill your obligations to the band and the label."

Jack's brow arched, and he leaned in slightly, his breath tickling Mary's cheek. "Oh, come on, darling," he murmured, his lips curving into a roguish smile. "Surely we can find a way to make this... arrangement a little more enjoyable for both of us."

But Mary refused to be swayed by Jack's charm, her posture remaining rigid and her expression unreadable. "I'm afraid that's not how this is going to work," she said firmly. "My job is to reform your image, not to be your plaything."

The mischievous glint in Jack's eyes dimmed slightly, and he straightened, his gaze searching Mary's face for any sign of weakness. But she remained steadfast, her cool demeanor a stark contrast to his usual effortless allure.