The House of Baroness doesn't keep interns for very long. Anyone who'd met the Baroness knew why. The most ones lasted is two weeks and three days. The least? Half an hour. But something was different with these two...
Claudia Vixen. Bright, talente...
Victoria stood frozen. "I didn't mean to yell." She cried. She slid down onto the floor. "I'll talk to him, it'll be okay." You reassured. "I l- thank you Y/N."
"John!" You called.
"Leave me alone!" He shouted back.
The two of you stood outside, in front of Victoria's car. "John, I can explain Victoria's behaviour." You sighed. That made him angrier. "So you're a bloody messenger pigeon?" He accused. "It's my fault!" You shouted. "No. Do not take the blame." He barked. "I got her all riled up. I stressed her out. She didn't mean to snap!"
"All I was trying to do was invite the two of you to my birthday dinner, but NO! She's just a fucking tornado!"
You felt yourself boil with irritation. "John she is in TEARS in there. I'm telling you that it is my fault! I saw Cruella and Claudia and Lizzie and I told her. She's stressed!" "That DOES NOT excuse her behaviour Y/N!" John sighed. "I'm not trying to say it does. Maybe you should just talk to one another."
"Talk to her? Y/N, talking to Victoria doesn't do anything!" John sighed. "But-" "Y/N, you've gotten the best version of Victoria. You haven't lost your hair over her! You haven't had to get rid of bodies for her! You haven't disposed of a child for her! Y/N, I am so glad you have come into her ladyship's life but you being naive about her temperament!"
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Victoria stared at herself in the mirror, on the verge of tears. She didn't recognise the woman staring her down. Her stomach still held the baby weight. Every time the baby cried, her breasts ached. Who the hell was this woman and why was she replacing that girl who has so much potential?
Estella whined again.
Feeding that damned child was one of the most awful tasks she had to preform. It striped away her dignity. She was no better than an animal, like every other girl she went to school with. "Here's Estella, ma'am. Can I get you anything?" He asked, passing the screaming child to it's mother. "I want to be left alone." Victoria sighed. He smiled. "I understand."
"If I may, you shouldn't have any reason to believe that you are any less worthy of respect. You are a very beautiful woman, Estella doesn't take that away." Master of flattery...
That was the first time that Victoria didn't want to throw her child off of her breast.
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"John, I'm sorry that Victoria reacted so badly, but it would really help the three of us if we just talked though it." You placed your hand on his shoulder, speaking in a tone that didn't let you anger slip out. John paused and sighed. "Y/N-" he stops himself. "I'll talk to her. Only because you asked."
Victoria was in a state when you arrived. "Hey baby..." she croaked. "Are you two ready to talk it out?" You asked, softly. Victoria pulled a compact mirror out and freshened up. "Send him in, if he's willing to do so." She replied.
"Victoria, I'm sorry for overreacting and-" The Baroness stopped him. "No no, I- I shouldn't have yelled- I was upset and I shouldn't have lashed out." She apologised. You prompted John. "I was going to ask if you and Y/N would like to join me for dinner tonight." John stated. "I would've enjoyed that..." Victoria sighed, sheepishly.
John sighed.
"7pm, I'll tell Y/N the location."
Victoria looked at you, smiled and looked at John. "You are a good man John. I'm sorry for being irrational. Happy Birthday." John smiled, kindly. "No problem, ma'am. I'll see you later."
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"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Fitzgerald." Cruella offered her hand. "The pleasure was all mine, Ms Devil it was?" Elizabeth firmly shook Cruella's hand. "Devil, yes. Thank you for all your help." She thanked.
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There was a fabric order for collection, so you were going out again. The fabric place was close to the coffee shop, so you were walking the same route as earlier.
"Oh. It's you."
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"Elizabeth."
"Y/N."
"Claudia?"
"Hello."
"Cruella."
"Hi Y/N. I see you've met my good friend Mrs Fitzgerald." Cruella smiled. "As a matter of fact I have had that misfortune." You sneered.
The dragon woman calmly grabbed your shoulder, her manicure digging into you. "I know about your intimacy with Sicky Vicky, brat." She spat. "I don't know what you mean." You lied, fluently lied. "You do." She laughed, her cold hazel eyes meeting yours.
John wasn't there to stop her hand this time. She hit you. Hard. This brought out a snort from Claudia.
"Ginger bitch."
"Excuse me?"
"I called you a GINGER BITCH!"
Shaking the old hag off you strode towards the devil.
