Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 47: Checkmate

"Good morning, Robert." Trixie said as she entered the man's office without permission.

"Trixie please go get ready for the shoot, I'm not in the mood to argue with you today." The man said in an annoyed tone as he leaned back in his chair.

"I'm not in the mood to argue either, in fact, I think we've had a very unhealthy work relationship for a while now." The girl replied.

"Well good, finally something we can agree on. Now-"

"Which is why I've decided to terminate my contract." Trixie interrupted.

"You've what?" Robert said in shock, anger burning in his eyes.

"I've decided that Kinky Dolls is no longer somewhere I wanna work so I'll be leaving." 

"You can't do that. Did you forget how much you owe, Trixie? I know you don't have that kind of money." The man said mockingly.

Just then the door burst open, a stylishly dressed Katya entering with a woman dressed in a beige suit following close behind her.

"No, but luckily I do." Katya said with a challenging smile. She radiated power and confidence, the look in her eyes condescendingly fixated at the pathetic man. The blue-eyed woman was like a lioness, her claws out on display, her harsh stare daring the man to speak against her which he of course foolishly did.

"Katya, you have some nerve coming in here and trying to steal my talent. Was that why you agreed to work with us, huh? You just wanted to poach my top seller?" The man said angrily.

"No, I came to collaborate, but then I saw how you've been mistreating Trixie and she told me about the sick terms you've fooled her into accepting."

"Oh, really? You've gone and whined to her? What happened to hating Katya, huh? Did she fuck your brain out of your head, Trixie? I gave you everything, I made you. I guess you really are just another dumb blonde bimbo." Robert spat at the doll who tried her best to not let his words hurt her. Still, it was a lot to handle from someone whom she had once trusted.

"You better shut the fuck up about her right now, or I swear to god-" Katya said.

"You'll do what? You can't do shit. Trixie can't leave, and she knows it. Or do you wanna go back to your stepdad's place? I bet he's missing you a lot. Should we call him?" 

Trixie forced herself not to cry, refused to let Robert see how much his threats hurt her. Luckily Katya reached over, sneaking a little squeeze to the doll's hand which calmed her.

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that if I were you. In fact, if I were you I'd probably delete and burn all contact information for Trixie's family as soon as possible." The blue-eyed woman spoke calmly, putting her hand over the phone on Robert's desk.

"And why's that?" 

"Oh because you see, I'll have you thrown in jail if you don't." Katya said with a wicked smile.

"Oh really? How are you planning to do that, huh?" Robert scoffed as if it was completely ridiculous.

"It's quite simple actually." Katya said as she signaled for the woman who had walked in with her to come closer. "You see, whilst this darling woman bares the insanely boring name of Brenda, she just so happens to be a pretty insanely talented, badass lawyer. And we just so happened to come across copies of your ledgers showing that you've been a naughty little boy who's been lying about his taxes for many, many years." 

Brenda opened her bag, pulling out prints of the ledgers and extensively explaining every missing sum in the books. 

"You little bitch! You went into my safe!?" Robert yelled out, getting up, his hand ready to strike Trixie, but moments later he found himself on the floor, the doll's knee pressing into his back.

"You're not touching me, you fucking creep!" Trixie yelled, feeling as if she was speaking both to Robert and her stepfather all at once. Her adrenaline running high from finally being able to stop a direct attack against herself. She'd stopped people from grabbing her, but never from hitting her, and she felt a wave of liberation run through her. Finally feeling as strong as she had always wanted to be.

"This ends here, got it? Now you're gonna terminate my contract, and you're gonna leave me the fuck alone. You'll get the money I owe, and in exchange for us not releasing everything we've got on you, you're gonna delete any contact info you have for my parents. And if they ever contact you again, you're not gonna talk to them. Is that perfectly clear?" The doll said in a strict tone.

"Yes. Yes, it's fine. I'l-I'll terminate your contract." The man said, now seeming like nothing more than a pathetic little boy.

He walked over to the safe, taking out Trixie's file and her contract. Soon enough the file had been reduced to small strips of paper, the copy on his computer deleted, and her contract's termination completed. As Trixie took the terminated contract in hand she felt as if she had finally been given her life back, the freedom which she had yearned for back home in Milwaukee was hers once more.

Finally, she was the director of her life again.