Layla stood outside the frosted glass doors that led into the main lobby of of Dollhouse. She took a moment, a breath, and put on her best bitch face. Barbi was in lock up, Kurt was no where to be found, and unless she stepped in and did something, Jade was going to be running the place.
That was not a good thing.
Just before she pushed open the doors she paused. She could hear someone's voice inside.
"Look, the plan is working better than I even expected. We need to make our next move fast." Jade's voice was nothing more than a hushed whisper.
Layla leaned in closer.
"No, you listen. I've done all the heavy lifting so far. Now it's your turn." Jade was starting to get upset.
Layla strained to hear more, but the feeling of someone's hand on her shoulder made her scream.
She turned, and looking back at her was Annabelle.
The glass doors flew open. Jade stood there, eyes wide, almost foaming at the mouth.
"What the hell is going on out here?" She was screaming.
"Well, hello to you." Layla played it cool. "I was just checking in." She smiled, showing off her recently bleached teeth.
"Checking in?" Jade's hands went to her hips, and her head shifted to the side. Now she wasn't just pissed. She was insulted. "There's no need to worry Layla. I've got everything under control."
Layla pushed past Jade, walking into the lobby. She glanced back to make sure Annabelle was following her.
She was. The terrified girl mouthed a quick I'm sorry, then kept her head down.
"Then why Jade, is my sister still in jail?" Layla turned, making sure to toss her hair slightly. Right now she was scared out of her mind, and all she had left was the false confidence she put on when the camera was on her. "Did you even bother to call the lawyers?"
"You're sister is in jail?" Annabelle sounded shocked.
"I've got it under control. Don't you worry that pretty, empty little head of yours, alright?" Jade spoke through gritted teeth.
"Really? Have you talked to Kurt? You might want to notify your current boss of your plans." Layla watched Jade cringe at the sound of Kurt's name. "Or did you forget the chain of command around here? If he can't handle the job, then it goes to... who? Oh, right, me." Layla got really close to Jade, and whispered her next words softly. "I'd be careful sweetie, or you could kiss your job goodbye."
She was surprised how well she could channel her sister. Normally Layla would just be standing to the side, letting things fall apart, but right now she had no choice. This company ment way to much to Barbi to let it go to hell because no one bothered to keep her power hungry assistant in check.
Jade was speechless. That was a first.
Around Barbi, Jade was all demure and sweet, but when it came to the models she was a barking nightmare. So, Layla took extreme pleasure in giving the bitch's ego a nice one-two punch.
"Come on Annabelle, we're late for our fitting." Without another word Layla walked back towards the studio, her head held high, and a very confused model right behind her.
Once they were out of Jade's eye sight Layla took a breath.
"Are you okay?" Annabelle spoke softly, her voice tinged with fear.
"Yeah. Wow. I've never done that before." Layla started to laugh. "I think I'm going to pass out." Who knew mimicing her sister would take so much out of a person.
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