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...
Throughout the Cruella antics, the one person who you didn't want to slaughter entirely was Anita. In all fairness, and in the circumstances of the situations, she was only doing her job. Doing her job, as a tabloid reporter, meant that there was a very thin line between what was "work" and what was "blatant invasion of personal privacy", which she had just shown. You had no desire to watch her play the Lizzie Borden Skip Rhyme with said very thin line. Especially not when it came to Victoria.
"I'll be back soon, honey." You promised, taking Victoria's shaking hands into yours and squeezing them tight. "P- please- please stop her Y/N! They'll- they'll all laugh at me..."
You slammed the door behind you.
"Alright Anita, we can talk through this like adults or you can be a petty bitch and things will get very very messy very very quickly." You massaged your temples in frustration and made sure to keep a tone that masked your urge to throw her down the stairs and crush that expensive camera she wore around her neck. "Y/N, there is nothing to talk about. I'll keep you anonymous." She brushed it away.
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That was not okay and you could see in her eyes that she full well knew it.
"I do believe that your words were that this is 'neither mine, nor Tattletale's business'." You mocked her tone and put emphasis on the air quotes. "Your engagement isn't. That old bat's sex life, on the other hand, is free real estate." Anita quipped. "Just. Give. Me. The. Damn. Camera. Anita. Darling." You annunciated every word, not breaking your stare.
"No."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said: no."
You stepped forward, expecting Anita to take a step in reverse. She stood still. "This is my job, Y/N, you need to understand that." Anita sighed. "And this is a disregard of our personal privacy, Anita, you need to get that!"
Cruella walked by and the scent of whisky travelled on her breath. "Guys- what- what's going on?" She slurred. "An- Anita walked in on Victoria and I and she's trying to put pictures of Victoria in- in- well y'know what- she's trying to put them into Tattletale." Your voice got less and less confident the closer Cruella got, her words echoed with hiccups and drunkenness and you didn't want to deal with that just yet.
"'Nita please- j- just get rid of it." Cruella asked, kindly. "Neither of you understand! This is what's putting food on my table and a roof over my head. They'll forget about it in a few days! Grow up Y/N."
Defeated, you went to go comfort Victoria.
"She- she won't listen." You whispered, defeatedly. "I presumed that much." Victoria shrugged. "You seem- um- you seem tense my dear." She said, letting you curl into her. "Essie- she's drunk- I- I dunno." You grumbled.
