wonderlani

Chapter 33

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I waggle my feet against the legs of the chair as we sat across from the... The Devil. No, not really. Satan? No, Louisa said he's worse than that. Maybe the Devil and Satan had a baby, and that baby is...

"Do I need to repeat myself, Ms. St. Claire," A sharp British accent pierced my train of thought. Simon. I shook my head as he sat back in his seat, hands perched on his desk and daggers belittling everyone in the room. Everyone, of course, except Louisa.

"And what's so funny, Ms. Thronberry," His voice a growl as his full attention turned to Louisa, who sat at the end next to Zayn and continued to giggle as all eyes fell on her. Zara leaned back and tapped Louisa in the back of the head. Louisa stopped the giggles and met eyes with Simon with a smirk.

"I just think it's funny that here, we're supposed to be friends and partners-in-crime," Her arm folded into a 'V' as she fanned it in front of the body like a pirate's chant, "It's all Ms. Thronberry, Ms. Madison, Ms. Haddox... But the very minute we leave this room, it's back to this bitch, this wannabe, this fake, this BAP-" Louisa's voice spoke with venom in her heart, but it was icy in tone, "Listen if you want to be racist-"

"Which I'm not; I'd watch your tone if I were you, Lucinda," Simon interrupted as he stood up from his desk. Louisa huffed and stood up from her seat, waking Zayn up in the process.

"See, it's shit like that, Simon! You're berating me about blatant behavior not only seen by your staff but the audience as well. You don't treat us like you treat them," Louisa pointed to all the members of One Direction, "You want them to be the next big thing. Not us. Because in your mind, people like us," Louisa turned and pointed to all of us and slapped her chest hard to indicate herself as the main target, "We don't deserve to be in the same realm as your precious little boy band project,"

"That is enough!" Simon shouted as he slammed his fist down on the desk. Everyone jumped back in their seats. Zara and I stood at the same time as Louisa took a step closer toward Simon's desk, "That's enough out of you! One more word, and this whole bloody room will be blacklisted for as long as you walk this Earth. You become a literal thorn in their sides," Simon's voice boomed through the room. Louisa, Zara, and I took our seats back. 

"You never know when to quit Throne," Simon mumbled as he took his seat, crossing his hands on his desk, "Why can't you be more like them?" Simon motioned over toward the boys, "Why can't you listen and follow directions as they do? Level-headed and understanding, they're the ones worthy of being stars-not you, or your group," Simon growled while pointing to Louisa. 

Louisa growled as her hands gripped the arms of the chair, "So essentially you want us to function like your little playthings when we've proved, time and time again, that we don't need you," 

Simon smirked and shook his head, "And there you go again; unreasonable, and acting as though you know everything when you don't, Lucinda. That's why I'm here, to guide you and to mold you into the proper star you can actually be instead of a loud-mouthed, wannabe rockstar with mommy issues," Louisa shot up and started to walk toward the door, Simon laughed to himself, "And if you touch that doorknob, I'll kick all of you off the show, reason or without,"

Louisa stopped in front of the door and rested her forehead against it. Simon looked between all of us, "You seem to forget that I rule this world, not you. And if you don't play by my rules or continue to play by them; I will have your name dragged through the mud so fast you won't be able to fuckin' think, now sit down and shut up,"