Hellway Oneshot (Vicerylle)

Hellway

'I'M GONNA KILL HIM!' She slammed the lid of her laptop down, teeth clenched and nostrils flaring in anger.

'What do you need, boss?' Anne sang as she scampered in to the office.

She was not in the mood for her jokes today. 'Shut up Anne! That...that...argh!'

'Manslut?'

'Exactly.'

'Might one assume you are talking about your dearest Co-editor?'

'I have had enough of him undermining me at every turn.'

'Sucks doesn't it?'

Pushing Anne aside to find the source of that all too familiar voice she saw Vice leaning against the wall just inside her office, a jubilant smile on his face. 'What's the matter Karylle, you can dish it out but you can't take it?'

Rising from her chair she never once moved her eyes from his as she stalked towards him, hands on hips. 'Oh I can take it Vicey...you come up with a better concept than me then fine we'll use your concept. Remember the 'Choose Love' spread? I let you have that.'

'Ooooh once, one time you let me have my own way.'

'It was once more than you deserved. But this....this is ludicrous, it's the Oscar season, Vice. We always do the Oscar edition. It's our biggest seller after the Christmas issue. It's a KVogue tradition!'

'But we do the same thing every year.'

'What part of the word tradition do you not understand?' She asked, screwing up her face at his stupidity.

Shrugging and still with that infuriating smile on his face, he answered. 'I just wanted a change, something fresh, you know shake things up a bit.'

Throwing her hands up in the air she shouted at him. 'Fine Vice, you want to mess with perfection then fine! We can talk about doing something new and exciting, just not something I have categorically said no to. KVogue does not do something as tacky as...euch... Bond!'

'Look, the new film's just out and Bond is more fashionable than ever. Designer clothes, the flashiest cars, the hottest girls.' He continued to smile at her, God he loved it when he won, he intended to milk this feeling for all it was worth, it didn't happen often. He knew this issue would do no where near as well as the tried and tested favourite that was the Oscars but it was worth it just to get one over on Karylle.

As if she could read his thoughts she spoke to him in that monotone voice. 'I know you're doing this to get to me Vice. No matter how I feel about you or any of the other nobodies that work here, I would never stake KVogue's reputation on the line just to annoy you. Now ask yourself who really cares about this magazine.' She finished with her eyebrow raised, stomach doing a little flip inside as she saw his smile falter and knew that she had got to him.

'You know Karylle, you really shouldn't scrunch your face up like that, those lines are getting harder to hide.'

She heard Anne gasp behind her, 'Oh no he didn't!'

She turned to give Anne a glare to silence her. When she turned back to Vice, he was gone.

~

Vice was in his office, still reeling from his conversation with Karylle. Now not sure if he felt elated at beating her or stupid for letting his need to win corrupt his better instinct. His mother entered the room and disrupted his thoughts.

'Did I hear right...KVogue is doing a...James Bond issue?'

'Don't start Nay, not you too.'