Regina Mills was absurdly tired of waiting for her driver.

She spent the whole day solving problems that her employees were unable to solve alone. Seriously, was it so difficult to her receptionists to relocate one of her biggest customers. Regina was the heir of the network of hotels 'Mills' and since her father died 11 years ago and her mother had gone out and travel the world to deal with the loss, she took over as CEO. One of her oldest customers, Mr. Midas, arrived from a trip and requested the suite where he usually stays at the New York headquarters.

The thing was: the suite was occupied. The result? Three frightened hostesses, a dissatisfied customer and a migraine for Regina. Not that she is not grateful, she knows she's privileged to have been born in the family she was born and that many would kill for her lifestyle (Zelena, her distant cousin would definitely), but the responsibilities that were placed on her shoulders bring too much stress.

'The evil queen' is what the tabloids call her. A reputation that she had made a point of cultivating over the years when she discovered that her employees called her that when she turned her back. She remembers like it was yesterday, at the end of the first year she assumed the position she heard a conversation between two board members who called her so. The next day Regina had made a point of taking 3 apple pies to work and made all the board members try one piece at least. When eyebrows were arched toward her she had only one comment. "What are you waiting for? You think I'll what? Poison you? "

The nickname became public knowledge and it wasn't long before the papers were calling her that too.

Regina Mills is an arrogant and confident woman. She knows what she is capable and uses her attributes to her advantage, one of the only things of value that her mother taught her until she tried to get her rich husbands. She laughs as she sees her car parking'Finally' she murmurs. The ability of people to be absurdly slow irritates her completely.

Her phone rings as soon as she enters the car and closes the door.

"Let's go home, Felipe" Regina absently tells her driver while looking for her phone inside her bag. He nods but she does not notice.

"Mills" She answers it.

"Regina," There is a pause and a sigh. "It's already 11PM! Where are you? "The sharp voice of her wife Mal makes her migraine double it's intensity.

"I just got out of the office." She pauses. "What you want?"

"What do I want?" There is a hysterical laughter on the other side of the line. "I want my wife indoors within a decent time Regina, this is what I want"

Regina rolls her eyes and thanks God for not having this conversation in person. Mal is the editor of a magazine for tennagers of sort, which Regina may make some fun of and it causes a large part of the their fights as a couple. If you can still call them a couple.

Regina met Mal five years ago by her mother. Mal was all that any woman wants to be and that any man wants to marry. Born in a golden cradle, Magdalena Wells or Mal as she likes to be called, has a golden soul. She fled the branch of the family and graduated in journalism and now works in her dream job. But despite being a successful woman in her own area, Mal's home every day at 18 o'clock, Mal cooks, Mal looks after the house, Mal wants to have children. Regina can hardly wait to file for divorce. She sighs.

"You know very well that I have responsibilities," Regina says "I can't just drop everything just to get home a little earlier."

"Regina you are the boss," Mal said angrily. "You can do whatever the hell you want."

"That's not how it wo" Regina hears the phone beep. Mal had hung up the phone in the middle of the conversation.

Well, if Regina was already irritated before she could hardly wait to get home now and- A aprubit stop and a body crashing into her car interrupt her thoughts.

"Philip, please tell me you did not just run over someone, I'm already late enough," she says and they both get out to see the damage. That car had just returned from the mechanic, if it had a scratch she would have to find another driver.

Meanwhile on the car side Philip helped a slender blonde girl to get up. Regina approached.

Even though she was almost run over and have fouled some mud when she fell down the blonde in front of her was one of the most beautiful women that Regina has ever seen. Her wavy hair went to the middle of her back and the mini skirt she wore did not cover much and let her long legs to be seen and appreciated. Regina bit her lip. She wasn't in the habit of feeling attracted to women she had just met, and when in another situation that would happen just thinking that she was married made her mind clear. Well, that was not helping right now.

The unknown blonde was fighting with her driver and Regina could only follow the movements of her hands and let her gaze down to those endless legs. Regina gave a sideways smile and headed for the scene.

"I do not care if your boss is the Queen of England, my ankle is twisted, you ruined my night! As I- "Regina interrupted.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" She asked.

"Emma. Emma White "

"Emma" Regina tested the name in the lips. The blonde, Emma, stared at her mouth for a few seconds.

"Come on in." Regina said as she opened the car door.

Emma looked confused and was about to speak when Regina went on.

"Miss White, you said you were hurt?" She paused. "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital"

Emma closed her eyes for a second and Regina stared back down again. Her gaze on the blonde. Emma was dressed in 'slutt-y' clothes but somehow it did not made her look like a slut herself.

Regina wasn't stupid. A stunning blonde dressed like that at this time in upper Manhattan.

Miss White was a prostitute.

A beautiful one if we are at it.

Miss White, Emma, seemed to read her mind as she opened her eyes. The two stared at each other for a few seconds as if to seek understanding until Regina said.

"I do not have all night."

The blonde smiled sideways and if Regina was not Regina she would have smiled back, but only got into the car in silence, the blonde following her.

"To the hospital, Philip" He nodded and as he started the car.

After a day full of problems in the office, with stressed customers at headquarters, an extremely whiny wife, Regina is going to the hospital, a place she hates to take an extremely attractive blonde who her incompetent driver had done the favor of almost running over.

The only thing that Regina Mills hates more than seeing an attractive woman and not doing anything because of her marriage is to be left waiting. The only thing that surpasses that is incompetence.

She unlocks the cell phone that was still in her hand and sends a message to her assistant Jane.

'I need a new driver, starting tomorrow.


Hey guys, I'm starting this because I couldn't get this story out of my head.

I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, English is not my first language or my second lol. So I apologize.

I would love if you guys tell what you think about this. For those who prefer it there's also a portuguese version of this story that i'll upload at the same time as this one. Just ask me for the link and send it to you. That's it guys. I'll try to update frequently