Return of a Broken Heart

Seventeen - Unleashed

German and Pablo left the room as quickly as they came into it. It was clear that their interventions weren't needed at this point.

The door clicked shut behind them. German and Pablo looked at each other. They did not want to go back it there. An argument was about to happen and it was about to get ug-ly!The two men didn't bid each other good bye - best not to make any noise - but they shook hands and then parted, going their own separate ways.

Angie stood there dumbfounded. She couldn't believe Priscila. Well she could, she was that type of woman, but still!! Did that woman not know the meaning of privacy? It was obvious that she had no knowledge of the existence of boundaries! Argh!! She could turn purple with rage. That wasn't actually going to happen, because that was impossible, but her cheeks could flame. They could burn with the heat of a thousand suns. Perhaps they would be so bright that they could blind her!

Nonsense. There are worse things she could suffer. Angie would have to think some more.

Meanwhile... Stuck in her bubble of revenge, Angie had neglected to notice that Priscila and her daughter had started to argue.... Quite loudly. She would break them up. Immediately!

"Girls!" That was a slightly informal address. Not for Ludmila, but for Priscila.

Shut up Angie! Dear God!

The informal address did the trick, however, because they both turned their heads. One in a bewildered fashion and the other slightly shocked. It didn't matter who wore which expression. She had gotten their attention.
While she could, she thanked Ludmila for being such a lovely person. It humbled her to see how much she had changed as a person.

Then, once Ludmila had turned the doorknob and left the room, the two stood in silence. They waited to heard the clacking of heels drift off into the parts furthest away of the Studio. Then they were safe.

Angie didn't bar her emotions this time, "Are you out of your mind?!"

Priscila snorted, almost laughed, "No. I am perfectly in my mind, thank you."

That little smirk. She wanted to rub it off her face with a duster so she could Sharpie on a fake frown and maybe even a tear. She would love to see Priscila cry.

Oh dear, this anger had really gotten to her head.

"I'd like you out of this Studio." Angie would keep her authority if it killed her.

"Okay, fine, I'll go." That smirk still had a place of pride on her face.

God knows what Angie would do if she ever tried to do anything like that again! She was in two minds about telling German how loopy she was. Angie wanted to have a civil relationship with German, at least. That's why she's never told him any of her suspicions.

But maybe tonight she would.