Layla had on her best power bitch suit, cut low in the front, showing off just enough of her ample cleavage. The charcoal grey suit seemed perefect for what she was going to do. She hated what had happened to Kurt. She wouldn't wish that fate on her worst enemy, but she was the one with power now, and it was time she started acting like the bitch she always knew she was.
She walked down the hallway heading towards what was once Barbi's office, her heels clacking on the hard wood floor. Her head was high, her chin up, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun. She was ready.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jade stepped in front of her.
"Into my office." Layla smirked, then pushed Jade out of the way, and continued walking. "Didn't you hear? I gain control now that both Barbi and Kurt are unavailable."
"The board wouldn't allow that!" Jade came at her quickly, her eyes wide. The terror was setting in. "They wouldn't let some... some..."
"Someone with a business degree who graduated top of her class run their precious company?" Layla stopped, turning to face her shocked assistant. She spoke slowly. "You didn't know that, did you?"
Jade's mouth just flapped in place. She was speechless, and Layla was loving every minute of it.
"Anymore problems?" Layla pursed her lips, giving Jade a wide eyed stare of annoyance.
Jade didn't speak. Layla nodded, turned, and opened the door to her office.
"You bitch." Jade was speaking under her breath, but she knew Layla could hear her.
Layla didn't speak, she just walked towards her assistant, yes, she had to remind herself that Jade was her assistant now. She controled Jade's future at the company. She knew she couldn't just fire Jade on the spot. Kurt had pointed that out to her. So, she had to push Jade. Make her do something that would warrant her getting fired. Or arrested.
"I'll need all the new headshots on my desk by noon, and the schedule for our top three models." She spoke softly.
"I'm not lifting a finger for you." Jade spoke through gritted teeth. She appeared to be close to tears. "There is no way in hell you are taking this company over. No way!" She jabbed her finger towards Layla's face.
"So, you refuse to do your job?" Layla stood up straight, crossing her arms over her chest. "Wow, I don't know how this is going to work then."
"What?" Jade looked confused.
"Well, since I'm controling Dollhouse, and I need an assistant who is willing to do the work I give to them, then... I guess your time here is done." Layla's face was starting to hurt from the smile on her face, but she didn't mind.
Jade didn't speak, she just howled, slashing her nails across Layla's face. Layla's head snapped to the side. She could feel the soft, warm trickle of blood slipping down her cheek, the stinging pain of the scratches.
Jade went in for another strike, but Layla grabbed her wrist.
"Do you remember what happened last time? I kicked your ass." She whispered into Jade's ear. "Kurt's not here to stop me now."
Jade started to scream, but the noise was cut short when Layla's fist collided with Jade's face.
Jade sprawled out on the floor, passed out.
"Get her the hell out of here, and call the temp service." Layla walked into the office, slamming the door behind her.
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