Fashion & fame

Revenge

She stood in the shower and Clyde was still standing there, she couldn't take it anymore. 'Clyde clear off, I don't need you to be here right now' Clyde frowns feeling irritated at this rejection, 'Fine, I'll see you at breakfast' and he leaves her in peace.
The baroness wanted to cry but that wasn't going to help her. She could never be with that man 2 whole months. She thought for a moment,
'He can't kill y/n if he's dead...' she whispers more to herself and wiping the steam off of a mirror with a fluffy white towel, she stares at her reflection remembering who she is.

She wanted to kill him for everything that he has done to her. Firstly she had to figure out where you were and then she could murder the cockroach. She got out of the shower styling her hair and applying her makeup so she looked perfect as always her lips painted dark. She got dressed in her black jumpsuit with the unique knot placed on her chest. The Baroness always kept fresh flowers on her desk a gorgeous bouquet that always held a few sprigs of her favourite plant, water hemlock. A simple thing really but deadly to humans her hand slowly moved over it not touching it her lips purse into a perfect smirk. The Baroness opens her desk drawer taking out a small perfume bottle and draining it of its contents.

The woman smiled to herself taking out a pair of elegant protective white gloves which she uses to take a few sprigs of hemlock crushing them. She lifts the water jug on her desk pours the liquid into the little bottle then adds the crushed deadly plant. 'One drop should be enough, maybe 2.' she said while she looked at it like a proud parent. You might ask, 'Why would a woman such as herself need to have such dangerous botanical plants?'  Well, let's just say the baroness is a woman who knows it's always important to have that type of insurance policy in hand. She places the little bottle of poison into her purse and she walks out of her room. 'I am after all the Baroness von fucking Hellman and I will annihilate the little worm.' she whispers to herself a dark glint forming in her blue eyes.

She sat down at the table and Clyde began to speak, 'Good morning. Would you like some tea? I already have some coffee' the baroness purses her lips, 'Yes, that would be wonderful' he turned his back to fetch her some tea, this was her opportunity and she took it. She walked over to the other side of the table and took the bottle out of her purse. '1,2 Ah well, he deserves to die in more pain so.. 3 drops' she counts. She glides back over to her side of the table and waited. Clyde came back, 'Your tea, my sweet.' the baroness forces a smile on her face. She was glad this all would be over soon enough.

He started a conversation, 'So Victoria about you going to work.'
He took a sip of his coffee, 'About work, when will you-' he sputters then starts coughing. A devilish grin slowly spreads over the Baroness's features she starts laughing. 'Sorry Clyde, what? I didn't quite catch that speak up?' She says with sarcasm raising a hand to her ear. Clyde panics and reaches for his throat clawing at it, 'I-I...' the baroness stood up walking towards him.
'You-y-you what?' she fakes concern as she mocks him.
He falls onto the ground, and with much trouble, he could make a sentence. 'I-i- will c-ome mu-rder- y/n'
The baroness looks down at him.

'You won't, you'll be dead any second. What you should've said is how sorry you are, you've taken things from me you didn't even notice.' she leans close to him. 'You deserve to die and to suffer through it, I won't cry for you. Actually, no one will.' she chuckles and stands up.

She steps with one heel on his chest, 'Drop dead Clyde, I'm going to save my girl' Clyde screams in pain, he tries to talk but the baroness stops him. 'Rot away Clyde.' she walks out and she closes the door. She'll handle that later, for now her only purpose is to save you. She thought about the options where you could be. John took y/n so she probably is at his apartment... she sighs, of course she has no idea where that is she never cared.