Little Ghouls | Glee

42 | Broadcasting

42 | Broadcasting

New York City

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Santana sucked her teeth and glared down at the contract in front of her. She wanted more than everything to reach through the phone and give the man on the other side a piece of her mind, but Brittany had already warned her to hold her tongue.

Her partner must have forgotten she didn't hold her tongue for anyone.

Her cast bounced against her desk in frustration. She paced back and forth, listening to the bullshit spewing from the other end of the line.

Although she loved her girlfriend for every innovative change to their established business, it had been a few long days of her picking up Quinn's work load and trying to adjust to Grace's changes around the office. She was trying to balance the changes among herself and the staff, but there was endless push back from third parties.

And one thing she wouldn't take was someone disrespecting one of the mothers of her children after all the hard work she did while they were gone. Grace would catch wind of it and stress on self image more than Santana was stressing about the doctor's request to undergo another major surgery.

Not even a quickie with Brittany in her partner's office had helped with much of this building stress.

"I don't care if you have her on the set list," Santana hissed into the phone. "She is not available. Miss Pierce—... Yes, Grace has confirmed and consulted with me on the issue. I can assure you that going above Grace's head to Miss Fabray will do nothing but piss me, and Quinn, off more."

The door to her office was quickly thrown open, grabbing her attention away from the window. She rolled her eyes, seeing her assistant gaping like a fish, and returned her focus to the aggravating call.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel entitled to a child's musical career, but as Miss Pierce has stated, we are not allowing a fourteen-year-old to take on such a stressful event without accommodations." Santana scoffed. "No, this is not one of my children, but I think Evelyn has every right to feel pressured into this gig. You might pay for this, but it is my job to make sure you don't treat a kid like shit for money! She needs a break, and she needs to be able to speak up about it without being attacked!"

"Miss Lopez?"

"I am busy, Fiona." Santana shot the woman a look and trudged back to her desk. "Whatever it is, it can wait till I finish with Mr.... No, sir. I will not be replacing her with Jullian. She's in the 9th grade and I will personally see that she's attending all our classes over your stupid fucking music fest!"

Fiona cleared her throat again. "Miss Lopez, I have a message from—"

"It can wait!" Santana's voice rose as she spun around to face Fiona. She frowned when the woman crossed her arms with a stern look. "What? What is so fucking important it can't wait till I'm off the phone?"

"I have a message from Miss Pierce."

"Which Miss Pierce?" Santana asked, checking her watch. "Isn't Britt still here? Why didn't they call my cell phone?"

"It's about your daughter." Fiona paused when Santana took a second to shout back at the director on her office phone. "She's on channel four."

"Channel four?" Santana picked up the television remote and cradled the large desk line on her shoulder. She clicked the device on and jotted a few notes down on her desk pad, smiling when she found a note from Grace encouraging her to take an early lunch. "What is so important that—"