Devil in Disguise

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Two: Villains have secret identities too. Write a scene about your villain's secret identity. Who is your villain when the mask or came comes off? What pays the bills when they aren't plotting world take-over?

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I never went to college. Despite coming from a well-off family, it was never an option for me. Lila was the heir to the family "business", but when she got pregnant with Elizabeth five years ago, at age twenty-one, the responsibility got shifted to me. When I was to become of age, I would take over my retired mom's plans and plots. I was sixteen when I found all this out. I didn't even know my mom was a villain! I was living with my dad in Palo Alto, until this all came to be.

So instead of being able to follow my dreams of going to college to become an accountant, I am now stuck working the evening shift at Starbucks, with evil plotting on the sides.

Starbucks is one of the few places I have worked. I used to be one of those greeters at Hollister. You know, the ones who wear barely any clothes? That was my job. I ended up quitting, though, because the pay was a joke, and I felt objectified by all of our customers. Coz' I'm so sexy, yanno.

Only joking, of course.

But seriously. I think I may be slightly blind because of the dim lighting.

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When I get home from ruining Elizabeth's birthday party with my vile throw up, I have to get ready for work. One thing I do not understand about my evening shift is why on God's green earth do people need coffee in the nighttime? College students, I understand, but what about everyone else? Junkies. That is what they are. But I guess I am being hypocritical. I like my double espresso as much as the next chump. But not from my workplace. Starbucks is only good for its cold coffee. That is a fact.

I get to work about ten minutes late, given the fact that I couldn't just change into my all black uniform and green apron and go. I had to shower first. I don't think people like their coffee with a side of puke stench. Hence the being late.

Our manager wasn't there yet, so I didn't get yelled at or anything. I did get a glare from my co-worker, Marco, though. He hates me. There is actually a reason why he hates me, though. It is a long story, and I don't feel much like getting into it, but I will just for the sake of knowing.

When I first started working here, Marco was the one to train me in. He was so nice and very patient with me when I was trying to learn about everything. Nice guy. Or so I thought. By the third week of training, he was being friendlier than usual. Throwin all types of signals out, kind of like he wanted me. I was just newly discovered bisexual, having only hooked up with a guy two weeks prior. We went back and forth. Me trying to release the charm, him not doing anything to stop it. I really thought he liked me. So, naturally, I thought I would ask him out. That was a mistake if I ever saw one.

I asked him out, on the fourth week of training. He promptly replied, face twisted up in repulsion, with a "No fukin' way, man! I'm not a homo!"

Not only was I extremely angry with his choice of words, but I was also a little mad at myself, and maybe confused, too. It's not like I came on strong, or anything, but I must've been oblivious to the fact that his niceness didn't necessarily mean that he liked me like that.

Not being used to being called a "fukin' homo", I took the left over cold brew, poured it all over his head, and told him to clean up his mouth.

And that was that. I haven't asked anyone out, male or female, since then.

Now, whenever our shifts overlap, he just glares at me the whole time. I am 99% over it. I really could go without the staring and the glaring, though.

My shift goes by slower than ever, no memorable faces or anything of that sort. The only person that comes in that I know is my henchwoman, or as she calls it, assistant, Charlotte.

Charlotte Halstead was one of the few that applied for a 'secretary position' when I was just starting out my mothers work. I hired her not only for her striking beauty, but also for her intelligence and loyalty. I recognized her from grade school and I knew she was the perfect one.

When I told her she got the job, she wasn't going to take it. She didn't think it was morally right, or some crap like that. Once I told her the salary, though, she quickly took the job. She is slowly, but surely turning over to the dark side. I know it.

"Hey Char, what can I get you tonight?" I say genially.

She barely looks up from her phone, something or other going on that is more important to pay any attention to the real world.

"I'll get a Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip. And make it snappy! I have to pick up Caspar at the groomers in fifteen minutes." She says in a hurried tone.

"And hello to you too, Charlotte." I say with a laugh, getting started on her super high maintenance order.

"Oh shut up, Leo. I've got to hurry otherwise the groomer will be pissed at me for being late, then you will be pissed at me for Caspar's spendy bill."

"I guess you are right. I'll be quick."

Two minutes later, her drink is done, and she is heading out to the door.

"Wait, Char!"

"What, Leo?"

"Pick up Chinese for dinner."

She leaves the shop, but not before nodding begrudgingly.

It is fun to have a henchwoman.