You arrive at the Baroness' office at exactly 6:15 am to deliver her morning tea. You strive for punctuality because the Baroness is known to be very ill-tempered. It's always best to stay on the Baroness' good side, especially early in the morning. You crack open the door and poke your head through. Balancing the silver tea tray on your arm, you carefully knock three times with your dominant hand.
Glancing up from the papers on her desk, she beckons you in. "Come in.".
Opening her office door and side-stepping into the room, you greet her. "Good morning, Baroness. I have your tea.". Standing up properly, she removes her glasses from her face and sets them on her desk. She hums in acknowledgment. "Place it over there. I don't want you to spill tea all over my documents," she says while motioning to a table near her desk. Readjusting the tray in your hands, you comply with her request and set the tea tray on the small marble table.
The Baroness sighs as she moves towards you. You carefully pick up the exquisite teacup and the Baroness takes it out of your hands. She lifts the cup to her lips gingerly and blows the steam away. You stare at her lips as she raises an eyebrow and takes a sip. She hums in enjoyment, "Finally, someone competent.". Roger, the Baroness' lawyer comes tumbling into the office. "And someone not." she sighs. You chuckle. "Hello, Roger.". He greets you in return.
With the teacup still in hand, the Baroness looks towards the window. Roger clears his throat and the Baroness turns to him. "Speak," she states bluntly. "Baroness, we have that meeting at the Ritz.". "Oh, for Heaven's sake." the Baroness sighs and slings the teacup at him. Roger flinches back and the cup lands on the floor, shattering in the process. She gives him a stern look. "You'll be replacing that," she points to the broken cup.
Witnessing this heated exchange, you've slowly started to back towards the Baroness' desk. "Y/N, shoes," she tells you. She takes a seat on a plush chair and crosses her knees. You quickly scramble towards her, kneeling and taking her foot into your hand. You're careful not to touch her ankles. You know she hates it, and you don't want to test your luck while she's in a foul mood. Delicately slipping her feet into her heels, you glance up at her nervously. You swear you see a slight smirk on her face, but she uncrosses her legs and stands up before you can look at her again.
She starts towards the door, "Roger, come along.". Fumbling with his briefcase, Roger follows after the Baroness like a lost dog. You get off of your knees and brush off your black pencil skirt.
The Baroness has all of her employees wear black, so they can't upstage her. Although, in your personal opinion, no one can outshine her. There's no denying the Baroness' beauty. She has a certain poise that can draw anyone in. The first time you saw her, she hooked you and has been reeling you in ever since.
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A few hours later, you're on the work floor, monitoring the progress of the Baroness' designers. The Baroness' spring showcase is in a few weeks, and she needs 12 pieces to dazzle her fans. You don't have an eye for fashion, but you know the Baroness well enough to know she will be highly disappointed. With this knowledge, you decide to get her lunch ready.
You have no idea how she can eat the same thing every day and not get bored with it, but your opinion doesn't matter in this situation. As long as you watch the chefs and they don't mess anything up, you're in the clear. Her order has always been strange to you. Soy salmon, lemon-zest risotto, cucumber sliced into two-inch diagonals at an eighth of an inch width, sprinkled with seven leaves of parsley, shredded, not torn. You've had it memorized since your second week as her assistant.
You're walking around, checking everyone's work, when you hear the tale-tell click of the Baroness' heels. "Silence," you say as you turn toward the platform. You clap your hands to signal everyone else to turn as well. There is a girl with red hair that you've never seen before, and she looks a little confused. She must be a new hire.
The Baroness is holding her glasses in her left hand. She rests that hand on the green railing and stares down at everyone. You can tell she's irritated, but she is trying to hide it. She makes brief eye contact with you and smirks before she glances at someone else and grimaces.
"My last show was a triumph," she states. "Shall I read to you from Tattletale?" she asks as she turns to the newspaper in her right hand. Moving her left hand toward the paper and positioning her glasses just right, she begins to read.
"Baroness designs stunned with her reinvention of the A-line with a bias cut and higher line that..." She pauses, interrupted by one of her guards coughing. The poor guard's face drains of all color and he looks terrified. You have to stop yourself from laughing.
After a second of silence, she continues. "...reshapes the silhouette in such an audacious way the audience broke into rapturous applause at first sight. She really is a genius.". She pauses for dramatic effect. "I'll read that bit again, shall I?". "She really is a genius," she repeats, hitting the newspaper with the corner of her glasses between each word.
"A triumph. Take a moment to revel in it.". She closes her eyes and inhales deeply. Everyone else copies her, but you continue staring at her, reveling in the magnificence that is the Baroness von Hellman.
She opens her eyes and tosses the newspaper behind her. "Oh, that's enough. New show. We must be perfect. Now go. Y/N, come with me.". It's almost as if someone pressed the unpause button on a tv remote because everything starts to come alive again. You turn to the red-haired girl, "New Girl. Grab a mannequin, some fabric, and throw something together. The Baroness needs looks.". "Looks. Right," she turns to the chaos behind you. You roll your eyes at her and rush to the Baroness' design room. She won't last a week, you think.
Arriving at the Baroness' design room, you can't help but smile. You're proud of the Baroness, even if she's used to the praise. You know it may seem weird to be proud of your boss for being successful, but you can't help it. She's extraordinary, and you want to make sure everyone knows it.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you use your dominant hand to knock on her door. The design room is seethrough, but you still want to give her the privacy and respect she deserves. She looks up from her lunch, and you walk into the room.
"You look stunning, Baroness.". You compliment her.
She smiles. A genuine smile. Oh, what you would give to see her smile like that daily. "Well, I know that.".
Her smile is radiant. She is beautiful when she is genuinely happy. The Baroness is an absolute goddess in disguise, and you will stand by that statement. She's elegant, confident, creative, and powerful. Of course, these thoughts would feed her narcissistic ego, but you don't care. She is your ray of sunshine on a rainy day. You would do anything for her.
The Baroness clears her throat. You refocus your vision and blush. You were staring while you were zoned out. The Baroness smirks at you. Oh, you're definitely feeding her ego. "A penny for your thoughts, my dear? I've noticed your staring problem, but I didn't think it was this bad.".
You can feel the heat spread further across your face and neck. You're certain your face is as red as her nails. Your silence is just making this more enjoyable for the Baroness. She chuckles as she brushes past you. She drops the rest of her salmon in the trash can and struts out the door. "Come along.".
Well, at least she's not upset anymore.
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Someone Competent
Fanfiction*Slow Updates* Baroness von Hellman x Fem reader You're the Baroness' loyal assistant and the only person she can stand to be in a room with for more than 15 seconds. She's slowly starting to warm up to you, and you don't know why. Is it because yo...
