I don't own these characters.
Hello lovely readers, a couple things to address before we begin. One, I probably won't use a beta, partly because as of five minutes ago I had no idea what that even was, not to mention I'm a bit impatient and lazy. Two, I'm not going to completely stick to the on screen personalities we are used to. Lastly, this fic will have smut in it so its rated M, however I believe in lots of build up so please enjoy the fluff.
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Emma sat heavily on a cozy chair inside her studio; she had just gone through several hundred photos of her latest photo shoot. Feeling confident that she had found the perfect cover photo and spread for Enchanted Magazine's October issue, she relaxed. Emma was very good at what she did and her editor knew it and trusted that she would choose the best photos.
Emma Swan was one of the most elite and sought after photographers in New York. She could take the most un-photogenic person and capture an image that would leave you staring in the best way. Emma truly felt she could glimpse someone's soul through her lens. Learning at an early stage, she put her subjects at ease to make the picture come out more candid than posed. She loved her job, she was meant to be behind the camera.
Emma closed her eyes reveling in the stillness and quiet. That was until her computer chimed signifying a new email. She groaned as her body slowly rose from her chair and staggered to her desk. The email icon hopped till she clicked it. It was her boss, subject line new client.
Emma darling,
The magazine will have an amazing A-lister gracing its cover for next month and you have been requested specifically to cover the shoot.
Please come to my office tomorrow at 11 am for the details.
~Mal
Emma sighed knowing there were probably things she was not going to like about this shoot. Her editor only emailed her personally when Emma needed buttering up to do a shoot she normally wouldn't agree to.
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"REGINA FUCKING MILLS, ARE YOU KIDDING ME MAL?" Emma was furious and pacing her editor's rather large office. "What? I don't understand what the problem is, and please stop pacing you look like a caged animal."
Mallory Cent was the top editor at Enchanted Magazine, and Emma's boss. She was tall and thin with blonde hair she usually kept up because it was so curly. Emma always thought she was beautiful, but she had a mean streak in her a mile long.
"Regina Mills is nothing but a spoiled diva and a huge mama's girl." "Really, you've met her?" " Well no, but come on Mal you've read the gossip. I also have a few friends in the business who've worked with her and they never had anything nice to say."
Mal smirked and walked towards her desk and paged her secretary. A moment later a lanky blonde walked in holding a tray of sparkling water. "Thank you Cassandra, that will be all." Mal handed Emma a glass and led her to the two white leather loveseats facing each other. "Emma, you're the it-girl in the photography world" "What's your point Mal?" "My point is, if you want to remain the it-girl you have to play ball." "I'm so glad this has turned into a sports metaphor." "Don't be such a smartass, you know I'm right, she's hot in this business and it will only sky rocket your career further if you do this correctly."
Emma knew Mal was right, this would open so many more opportunities for her. Maybe she'd even be able to open her new studio in SOHO she's been dreaming of since she moved here. Mal watched the understanding wash over Emma's soft face "Besides I thought you loved your women with a little bite?" Emma's face jerked in Mal's direction in disbelief. Mal chuckled a little and sipped from her water.
"You know what, I'm starting to agree with the moniker you've acquired among your staff." Emma said knowing that would catch her boss's attention. "Oh, and what pray tell would that be?" Emma stood and sauntered towards the door, as she opened it to walk out she looked over her shoulder "Send me the details, Dragon lady." She heard the gasp behind her as she closed the door and laughed her ass all the way to the elevator. It was time to pay her best friend a visit and share her newly found good mood.
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Emma headed to Enchanted Magazine's stylist offices two floors down. Everything about the offices were modern and sleek, Emma felt underdressed in her simple high-waisted slacks and tucked green blouse. There were clothes everywhere, hanging on racks and covering mannequins. Walking into the next corridor she found a couple desks lined with people sewing furiously. She waved to the familiar faces and continued on her venture.
Aha a space she knew well the make-up department, now if she could only find a specific leggy brunette. "SWAN!" or she could find her. Emma turned to see her friend walking towards her with a splitting grin that reached her eyes. It was infectious and soon Emma wore that same silly smile. "Hello Ruby, Miss me?" Ruby Lucas was a top make-up artist for Enchanted Magazine, and Emma's very best friend. They had met one day on a mutual job and it was friend-at-first-dirty-joke. Ruby was beautiful; she had long chocolate brown hair that fell to the middle of her back in soft waves with beautiful bluish-green eyes. A very white wolfish smile and high set cheek bones.
"Only because you're my source for food" Ruby said as she brought Emma into a tight embrace. "Oh, how you've wounded me" Emma said as she clutched her chest. "Alright cry baby I've sorta missed you, now can we go eat, I'm starved."
Ruby looped her arm through Emma's and walked them out of the office and back towards the elevator. "What are you in the mood for?" "Something mouthwatering" "Sex club it is then" Ruby smacked her on the arm as the elevator started its descent. "Ow! Fine you choose Rubes."
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They sat at their usual lunch spot, Silvanos's, a fine Italian bistro that usually catered to the Upper East Side 20s crowd. They had been coming here ever since they began their friendship. Plus it didn't hurt that Ruby had a crush on a specific waitress with an Australian accent, that always conveniently served their table.
"What's bothering you Swan?" Emma pushed around her spinach tortellini and huffed, knowing she'd never escape telling Ruby what was wrong. "Mal's got me photographing Regina Mills for next months issue." "Oh yeah I heard you got sacked with her royal bitchiness." "See I told Mal she's a nightmare, wait have you worked with her before?" Ruby grimaced "briefly today when she was getting her fitting done and I was testing make-up looks. She was kind of a nightmare, she would constantly interrupt me to answer her phone or complain about how I was treating her fragile skin. Her mother was the worst though, she kept hovering and critiquing my technique and yelling at the other stylists and her daughter"
Emma sighed again and set her napkin on her plate, suddenly she didn't have an appetite.
Was she really going to be able to work with Regina Mills and not want to strangle her?
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A/N: Are you ready to strangle me? I wonder how many chapters I could get through without them actually meeting. Just kidding J I told you I love the build up, also it will be tons more descriptive once we get to the meat of the story this is just an intro. Now I will be posting twice this week. Because of course our two beauties need to officially meet.
Ps: I'm, not so secretly, fawning over smartass Emma
Love,
Chelsea
