Don't ask how I got this idea I just (watching the show) I thought it would be a great sort of story for these characters. If you have any comments for projects or winners (say who you think should win in your review and I'll take a tally) or anything that is outside my realm or the realm of story characters just go ahead and leave me a blip in the review box at the end of this and I will see what you got and hopefully get it in here. Thank you, enjoy.
The Cadillac pulled up the the curb and the sun blared into the dark interior. A black cane to coincide with the black Cadillac was the first to distinguish the character. He then followed out of the car into the New York sidewalk. His round sunglasses shielded his face. The driver shut the door behind him and Gold looked up at Trump Tower. He accepted this for Bae and he was going to win this for Bae. He began to walk to the inside of the building.
Belle walked hurried through the crowded streets of New York. She held her bags close to her and the heat beat down on her back. She could feel sweat begin to break out on her forehead. She was going to have to fix her make up before she arrived. They had a bathroom didn't they? She was nervous and began to doubt herself. She thanked the doorman as he opened the door. A weary smile was all he gave her in return. She assumed it was her appearance and she dodged her way through the stream of people to the bathroom. She finally arrived and decided to get started on retouching her makeup.
After the long flight from L.A. Regina was dead on her feet. She wouldn't show it though. She had managed to snatch herself a list of the competitors. She had only heard of a few of them. One name that jumped out at her at first was Mr. Gold. She knew him from her mother. She didn't give the details, but her mother said to be weary of this man and always stay on your toes. She hoped she wasn't on his team and yet she wanted him to be on her side. From what her mother had said he has a way with words that has made him famous among American people. Regina made her way into the tower and took her glasses off. She replaced them on her head. She walked to the bathroom. The wind was ruthless today. She noticed a petite woman with long, brown hair and a powder blue dress on. As she passed in the mirror she saw her face. Belle French. She remembered her from the list. She was one of the worlds most sought after florist. She had even done Regina's wedding.
"Belle?" She looked up from her mascara and smiled brightly.
"Regina." She put the brush back in its container. "How's the hubby?" Regina began her own touch ups.
"Well, he's at home for sure. Probably heading out to the country to have a nice relaxing next few weeks." Belle could tell Regina had the thought in her mind that she was going to be here for a long time. Belle smiled with her mouth closed and nodded.
"I wish you luck and I'll see you at the penthouse." Regina nodded and continued to fix her blush.
Ruby was never one to turn down an invitation to win money. It would ruin her party girl reputation. She stepped into the lobby and smiled her way through a path to get to the floors above. She had never thought she would be here in the Trump Tower. But she believed that dreams really do come true. As she turned to move through the crowd she bumped into someone. They bounced off of each other and as soon as their apologies were about to be said they began to scream. Everyone around them began to clear out.
"Oh my god!" They hugged each other.
"Mary Margaret it is so good to see you." They hugged again and linked their arms together.
"Ruby, I would never have guessed you would be up for this." They began to walk.
"Mary, how long have you known me? A great chance for some cash for my charity? You know how the ASPCA is now a days." Mary Margaret nodded and laughed.
"So what have you been up to lately?" They continued to walk and talk to the elevator.
David paid the taxi driver giving a little extra in the wad.
"Thank you sir." The Indian man called from the window and hurried off. David waved his hands and held his bags close to him. He was breathing deeply when he walked into the air conditioned lobby. The hustle and bustle of the city began to die down. He never liked the city. He was always content with his upstate house and nothing, but the green pastures around him. He brushed a stray piece of straw out of his hair and hurried to the stairs. The line for the elevator was still so long. He began his trek up the stairs.
Belle arrived at the meeting area and saw she was early. She was always worried she was late. She saw someone sitting in a chair as she approached. She felt the tension in the air rise and wondered if it was just her. Soon they stood and turned around to face her. She stared at him dumbfounded then gained her composure. She smiled and held out her hand. He accepted it graciously. "I'm Belle French." He let go of her hand and nodded briskly.
"Gold." He said as if that was enough to identify him. It was to her, but to others it would be a confusing start to the introduction. Her smile widened.
"Mr. Gold. I am glad to finally meet you." She chuckled a little nervously. "And we aren't in court." He nodded with a glint of amusement in his eye. It was darkened before it could be noticed.
"Although the boardroom might feel like it once we get in there." He gestured behind him to the twelve seats. She smiled again and held the sides of her dress. She continued to the chair next to him and was glad that there wouldn't be too much awkward tension as people trickled in. First Regina, Belle noticed that Mr. Gold didn't stand up to greet her. Next came Ruby and Mary Margaret. They saw Belle and screamed. Belle could see out of the corner of her eye Mr. Gold grow tense and put a hand on his head leaning against the arm of the chair. Belle barely had enough time to stand up before they tackle hugged her. They laughed and let her go. Eventually as they talked Mary Margaret saw David walk in. Ruby and Belle saw it too and couldn't help, but nudge her a bit.
"Who's that?" They whispered to her.
"David Nolan. He owns most of the zoos in America and is improving them to the max. He's gotten a few rewards for it." They chuckled as he sat down at the empty end of the circle of chairs. Belle spun a finger around next to her head whilst she whistled lowly. They laughed quietly.
"I'm kidding of course Mary, that's great. And it helps that he's kinda cute." Mary Margaret looked over at them with a gaping mouth. She smacked their arms playfully.
"You two are horrid." She turned her back to them and crossed her arms. They continued to giggle despite Belle noticing Mary glancing over at David. They continued to talk amongst themselves.
"Rumor has it that Mr. Hatter will be here." Belle tilted her head slightly.
"Looks like we'll find out soon enough." Belle knew how much Ruby loves Jefferson. She also loves his clothes. She always has his designs on. Now Belle could spot the shirt and his design on her pants.
"Oh he'll be here." Belle looked up at Gold. He was looking through the slots in his fingers as he rested his head on his hand that was supported by the arm rest.
"Oh?" She said it to suggest he should go on.
"He's a…." He gave a sinister smirk. "Dear friend, if you will." She smiled at him.
"Thank you." He was startled by the gesture. She looked back at Ruby. Ruby was staring at Gold as if she knew him, but couldn't figure it out. "That's Mr. Gold." Belle whispered. Ruby snapped her fingers and smiled.
"That's how I know him." Regina was a little taken aback at the woman's enthusiasm. She pointed a finger at him. "You worked that case – oh what was it – Hat Case." She beamed. He removed his hand and leaned back nodding. His face was a mixture of worry and caution. Belle remembered the case vividly. Ruby made her watch the whole thing. Twice. Apparently Jefferson was 'stealing' ideas from a competitor. Without the evidence to prove it he walked away, but the company took him to court again this time for accusations against his entire business. They lost again, but refused to go down without a fight. Mr. Gold was Jefferson's lawyer. Finally they looked around and noticed everyone was there. Mr. Trump walked out of one of the rooms and everyone stood up. Ruby looked through the crowd of twelve and squeaked. A tall hat poked out of the group and she grabbed Belle's arm in a vice grip. She began to speak in hushed hisses to get Ruby to let go. Finally she had calmed down enough to let the flesh on Belle's arm live to see another day on her body. She sidestepped and ran into someone. She took a deep breath to make a longwinded apology. He looked down with squinted eyes.
"So sorry Mr. Gold." His nose twitched in acknowledgment.
"I can't help, but notice you are still awfully close." She felt her heart drop and noticed she indeed was intruding on his personal space.
"Sorry." She blushed and stepped away. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and shuffled her feet. He smirked, but she couldn't see him. Ruby looked over with a questioning look. Belle shrugged and tried to hide the blush. Mr. Trump cleared his throat and Belle could barely see Ivanka and Don next to him. She even had heels on. How tall were these people? She took a deep breath and could still smell Mr. Gold's spicy cologne – or was it his aftershave – in her nostrils. She tried to focus on the words reaching back at her from Mr. Trump.
"I'm glad to see all of you have gotten yourself acquainted with each other." There were murmurs of replies. "Good. Today we will focus on the teams. You will meet your teammates. You will come up with a name, and then," He took a break to add suspense. "You will have your first task and one of you will be fired." Belle took it as a threat, but decided to hide her unease. He nodded his head and left. Ivanka and Donald Jr. looked over the group of people.
"Alright, the groups will be selected at random by the two people who arrived last. We have had a doorman at the watch and Leroy," A stout man with a salt and pepper beard stepped forward. "And Nova." Whispers were shared among the group as the two group leaders stepped forward. Belle recognized Nova as a European pop star, but Leroy was unbeknownst to her.
"He's an actor." An accent voice whispered into her ear. She looked sideways as he straightened himself. He put both of his hands on his cane and continued as though he hadn't just let some of his personality slip. Now that he stepped up Belle could see his features more clearly. Don reached around and grabbed a hat.
"In this hat is every one's names, minus of course the two sitting up here," He gestured behind him. He held it up and Jefferson's head popped up to get a cleared look at it. He was mumbling, but it wasn't audible to her ears. Don turned around and sat the hat between them. "Ladies first." Leroy nodded with a shrug. Every one waited in suspense as Nova reached in and grabbed the first name.
"Ruby Lucas." Ruby waved to Belle and Belle gave her thumbs up. Leroy's turn.
"Graham Hunter." Someone giggled in the crowd as he walked up. The perpetrator has yet to be identified. Nova.
"Regina Queen." Another giggle, but this one more masculine. Obviously a mock to the previous giggle. Don gave a piercing glare and no one giggled after that. Leroy.
"Roland Gold." He grimaced at his name and Belle was probably the only one who saw it. He went back to emotionless as a crowd parted for him. Nova.
"Ashley Glass." Nova's accent lilted over the vowels and made Ashley cringe. She walked up anyways. Leroy.
"David Nolan." There was an audible sigh from the crowd. Belle looked over to Mary Margaret who was trying to hide her blush. Nova.
"Mary Margaret White." The content sigh was replaced with a clipped noise. Belle eyed Mary from her position and she couldn't help that they traveled to Gold. She hurried to look away not to cause offense. Leroy.
"Belle French." She inwardly groaned, but smiled as she walked up to the lifted area. Ruby leaned back and mouths something to Belle. Belle never learned to read lips. Nova.
"Emma Swan." There was whispering among the girls as the legendary FBI agent stood on the podium with her team. Leroy.
"Jefferson Madden." Belle could already feel Ruby's penetrating glare on her back.
"I'd like to be called Hatter." He beamed and Don, Ivanka, Nova, and Leroy stared at him. Don nodded whilst Leroy shrugged.
"It will be arranged." Ivanka smirked and went back to her placid demure. Nova.
"Gretchen Deitch." Her name was almost as hard as Ashley's for the young pop star. Leroy.
"Killian Jones." A man with an ear piercing walked up and wedged himself between Belle and David. He winked at Belle.
"I'm sorry; I don't think David swings that way." A snort came from Mr. Gold, but was soon silenced. Killian was taken aback. Nova proceeded without hesitation.
"Dawn Moore." She walked up elegantly to the podium and smiled at her team. A few of them were uneasy; Belle could tell. Leroy.
"And finally," He reached the last name into the hat despite being only one person left. "Hans Zimmer." The man, Belle was having a hard time telling how old he was, walked up to the stage and Don and Ivanka glanced at the teams.
"Now that your teams are assembled your penthouses are ready to be occupied." Don waved his hand towards a door to the right and Nova's team went first. Ruby had a pleading look on her face when she passed by. She mouthed something again and Belle could interpret this one. I'm sorry. Finally it was Leroy's team to go and they shuffled out of the room. They marched to a door with a cloudy glass pane. Soon their name would be on there and it would stay until the end. It better be good. Belle looked around at the penthouse and hummed under her breath. She had been in penthouses, what with her profession, but she loved how she could decorate it and change it, but also keeps the original designers ideal. She went first to the windows – which looked out over the street, on the highest floor of the tower - she could see over the top of many of the skyscrapers around them. She stayed there until David was in the reflection of the mirror.
"We thought it would be good to start coming up with our team name now." She smiled and turned around.
"Yes sorry." She grabbed the sides of her dress and made fists. She walked over to the table and all eyes were on her. Each with a different expression. She sat between Jefferson and Leroy.
"Alright, what is our main focus?" Leroy started to speak to the group. They all sat thinking.
"Giving." All eyes were on David now.
"Hmmm? Let's try deeper." Belle suggested. They all began to think again.
"Action." A smooth voice entered the conversation for what seemed like the first time in ages. They all began to think.
"Action." Belle tried it out. "Action towards our cause. It can take eight," She motioned around the table. "Or one." She pointed to herself. "Actions speak louder than words." They all nodded convinced.
"Team Action?" Killian spoke up. "Any other suggestions?" They all shook their heads. "Alright all in favor of Team Action say aye." A chorus of 'aye's' arose from the group.
"Well that's one task done." David huffed. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and Leroy wrote down our name.
"What do you think the task is?" Belle asked more to herself.
"Could be anything. So keep an open mind." Hans spoke up for the first time and Belle was surprised at how deep his voice was. She nodded and noticed Leroy was still writing. She decided not to say anything. Soon the pad of paper was being passed to Belle. She looked down and grabbed the pen from the top. She saw there was a question at the top. Directions were on the side. Answer the question then write a new one and pass it on. The question read. Where does your creativity flourish? Belle smirked and began to write on the page. Design. I can see things from different points of views often times making marvelous works of art. It comes in handy when we have an artsy project. She tapped the pen on her chin thinking of a question. She got one and wrote it down. She passed the pad of paper to Hatter. His eyes lit up and hurried out his response in his messy handwriting. She made sure not to look, for that was rude. She saw out of the corner of her eye, though he passed it along. Hans looked at it suspiciously and gingerly began to write. He finished and passed it to Killian. After the note pad was passed around the whole table it came back to Leroy. He read over the entries and passed it to Belle. She began to read what everyone put. One stood out to her. Favorite past time? She counted the people and saw the person who replied was Gold. Calling him Roland seemed improper. Reading. Often hours on end. She felt something flutter in her chest as she realized someone else shared her love for books. She passed the booklet to Jefferson and the pattern continued as before. She looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed Gold's hands were unadorned. Besides an opal ring that was a brilliant blue when the sun glistened off of it, he had no other rings on. That meant no wife. Or fiancée. Belle wondered how she got on this and gently shook her head to clear her thoughts. As David read the last entry Ivanka walked in and smiled. Everyone stood up except Mr. Gold, which Belle assumed was acceptable with his leg. Or maybe it was his knee. Ankle? She couldn't tell.
"Have we come up with a name yet?" Leroy nodded and stepped forward. Someone stepped out from behind Ivanka and had a pen at ready.
"Action. Team Action." Ivanka nodded with a smirk.
"I hope your name helps you with your challenge today." The girl behind her had already written down the name and left. "You will have ten minutes of relaxation time before the next challenge is to start." Without another word she turned around and exited. The tension in the room calmed down and it wasn't as oppressive. Killian walked over thinking he could try again. Belle hid her annoyance and smiled at him.
"I never got to introduce myself." He grabbed her hand rather forcibly. He lent down and kissed the knuckles. She repressed the shiver that corded down her spine. "The name's Killian Jones." She took her hand back resisting the urge to wipe her hand on her dress.
"I can't say I've heard of you." Her statement hurt his ego, she could tell.
"That's not common. Have you ever heard of Hook Speedboats?" She shook her head indicating she hadn't. "Well I am the owner of the company. Many celebrities have them." She couldn't help, but look around and notice no one was nodding in agreement. She tried backing away, but she hit a chair and decided to play off of it; sitting down.
"Well I don't do boats." He smirked and she hid the cringe. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive; he was just forceful and looked like he was someone who always got their way. One way or another.
"Ah, but if you ever feel like learning I am in the area." She suppressed the groan of distaste.
"Keep it in your pants, Killian." His head shot away from Belle and over to her savior. Gold had his head in his hand again and his eyes closed. She wished he would have seen her silent thank you.
"Mr. Gold. I didn't know you were the jealous type." A hiss of air escaped Mr. Gold's teeth, but he composed himself.
"I wasn't looking out for me. I was worried that you might be letting David think you aren't interested in him." At the sound of his name he spun around from his conversation with Hatter. Hatter looked like he was enjoying this and put his head in his hands. His hat sat precariously on his head. Although he was called Hatter he looked more like the Cheshire Cat. Killian clenched his fists and whipped around. David continued to stare at the two wondering what his name had to do with the conversation. Belle waved him off and with a suspicious glance between them he went back to talking to Hatter. Killian gave her one last greasy smile and she instantly felt herself want to cross the room to sit next to Mr. Gold. She smiled falsely at him instead and waited for him to leave before she breathed again. She looked over at Gold and sighed softly, thanking him with her eyes. He blinked as if to acknowledge her. She stood up and moved over to look around. Hans was sitting alone and decided to strike up conversation. It couldn't hurt to get to know her team. She sat down across from him and his eyes stared at her vacantly.
"Hi, Belle." She smiled and held out her hand. It was the only way she could think to start conversation.
"Hans." He shook her hand and she smiled sincerely when she his eyes seemed to focus on her. She took her hand back after a respectable time.
"So what do you do, Hans?" She asked it nicely hopefully not to offend.
"I'm a writer." Her interests perked. Of course his name sounded familiar.
"Oh yes!" She was afraid she was a little too animated. "You wrote Lost Souls and Woods of the Forgotten." He nodded.
"I am glad to hear you are a fan." He was calm. She smiled.
"I often find myself with a lot of time on my hands when I am going from wedding to wedding." She put her hands on the table. "I love the realism of the characters in Woods of the Forgotten. I am sad they died though." His eyebrow quirked up.
"You're the first person to say that. I left it open for interpretation, but everyone thinks they made it, or they are in heaven." She shook her head.
"I've never had a happy ending, so I don't delve in the possibility of them being true. It ended with the imagination being prodded for a logical reason for what happened to them." He distorted his face in thought.
"Interesting." He grabbed a pen and paper out of his pocket. He wrote down on it and hurried to hide it. She decided not to pry. "And, I don't mean to offend, what is it you do?" She didn't recognize him, so she thought it was only fair.
"Oh I am a florist. I do many occasions. Most of them weddings. I was in a few magazines. A lot of people from other countries call on me." She tried to be modest.
"French Florist, didn't you do the prince's wedding?" She nodded and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"It was a lucky draw." He snorted. She saw him writing again in the notepad.
"I doubt it. I have seen your work. You are something of a miracle worker. I should talk to some people and get you your own TV show." She blushed.
"That won't be necessary. I'm terrible on camera anyways." She chuckled.
"And yet you accepted Mr. Trump's invitation." He tapped the pen to his chin and jot down something.
"Are you documenting me, Hans?" She couldn't help the question.
"Oh, no. You just would be fun to write. Modest, yet you acknowledge your accomplishments. Hidden, and yet readable like a book." She scoffed. Then realization sank in.
"Am I really?" Her voice was a little high. He laughed and she found it was more lovely than Killian's.
"You are many things, Miss French." He left it at that and she could see his fingers dancing and twitching over the table. She recognized the look. It was the same one she had when she was in desperate need of a book, a piece of drawing paper, or a new assignment. She looked at his notepad and saw it was on its last page.
"I'll be right back." She held up a finger and she whipped around. She began to scan the room for a notebook. She spotted one, but it was near Killian and she groaned not wanting to go anywhere near him. She prayed there was some other one somewhere. A tap on her shoulder told her that someone was behind her. From the spicy scent that drifted into her nose she knew it was Mr. Gold. She turned around, her dress fanned out at the speed of the motion. He had a spiral notebook in his hand. She smiled and took it from him graciously. "Thank you, Mr. Gold." He nodded unfazed by the exchange. She went back over to Hans. She sat down and she couldn't help but notice he watched her as she did so. She passed the book to her. "It's not much, but I know that I-need-a-paper-and-pen-right-now look." His eyes twinkled and mumbled a thank you before he began to write in hurriedly in the book. She had no doubt he would fill it up. She stood up not wanting to disturb him further and sighed. How long was ten minutes? As she thought this Don Jr. walked in and told them they had to be in the lobby right away. She watched Hans out of the corner of her eye as he continued to scribble in the notebook as he walked blindly outside. Belle waited until everyone left before she scanned the room and left. Her team shuffled into the elevator and she was glad they were huge. They all fit with enough room. She hid her distaste as she was placed beside Killian. She smiled and stepped in before the doors could close. Everyone was mostly silent except for the few whispers around her. As she watched the numbers countdown she ticked off the seconds in her head. At about the twentieth level Killian was at it again.
"I couldn't help but over hear you said you liked books." Someone groaned at his pass. "I fancy a book every once in a while as well." She sighed. She looked over at him with a smile.
"I'm sorry Killian, but I don't read pictures book, except to children." There was a chorus of laughter. He seemed flustered, but eager to try again. He was persistent she'll give him that.
"I think you underestimate me, Belle." She cringed at the way he said her name. She had only really liked it when Gold said it. And she found herself reeling her imagination back in to the now. "My reading genres are a little….scandalous to say the best." He got closer and she moved into the person next to her. Hatter beamed down at her and she wondered if he ever stopped smiling.
"I'm afraid I must inform you that just because you read books without covers on them, it doesn't qualify them quote on quote 'scandalous'." She straightened her dress. He pressed closer thinking her mindset would change if he smothered her. Chortles from all around. Hatter put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She thanked him for his support.
"Oh I think you'll find my interests very scandalous." She felt something on her lower back then reach down to grab her ass. She squeaked and unconsciously turned to lay the encroaching man out. He fell to the floor of the elevator in a pain groan. Blood trickled out of his nose.
Ruby sat waiting for the elevator Belle was on to arrive. She did not except what she saw when the door did open. Belle stood, ruffled and slightly bristled, with her arm pulled back in a punch and the men around her laughing. Hatter was bent over on the wall gasping for breath. A few men were wiping tears from their eyes. She even saw Gold sniggering. He used his cane to support himself. Killian was on the ground groaning and holding his face. The pictures clicked together and Ruby burst out laughing. Belle realized the doors opened and stepped out straightening her dress. She stepped out hurriedly and someone ran in to check on Killian. Everyone else made their way out of the elevator. Her team stood behind her and Ruby saw the red creep up in her cheeks. Hatter leaned in to whisper in her ear after he had gained his breath. Belle nodded stiffly. He roared with laughter again. When Mr. Trump stepped over to see what the commotion was everyone silenced themselves. He looked at Killian.
"What happened?" He looked more interested then mad. Four exclamations were shouted at once.
"He tripped."
"He hit the elevator doors."
"He's a klutz."
"Mr. Gold hit him with has cane." Mr. Trump looked at Mr. Gold. Both of their faces impassive. She felt pride swell in her team. She didn't completely know the rules of the game, but knocking out her team member probably wasn't one often condoned.
"Get him fixed up and have him ready for the task." One of his workers nodded and soon there were two to take the injured man away. Mr. Trump walked back over to where he was before.
"I'll hit you with my cane." Mr. Gold grumbled. To who? She didn't know.
"Why just have Belle hit them." She felt her face flush as they chuckled and walked to meet Mr. Trump. Once they were all assembled, minus Killian, Mr. Trump began to speak.
"When you aren't working you are relaxing. It's true. People find relaxation in many forms." Belle tried to think of the ways this could go. "Touch of Class tries to bring that relaxation to your comforters. Adam Langid and Stark Riley are the CEO's of Touch of Class. They make the sheets you probably all sleep on." Belle tilted her head. She had money yes, but she never indulged in that aspect of life. She believed money couldn't buy happiness. "Your task will be to make a photo shoot of their product. You will be showing these photos at their upcoming company fundraiser and the team that creates the most creative and money raising photos wins. I'll let the CEO's talk now since they know what they want." He stepped back and let Adam and Stark step forward.
"We want something eye popping. We will have two locations one for each team. We want fifteen photos and one centerpiece photo. We also want a slogan. We have six different types of sheets, comforters, shams, fitteds, pillow cases, and mattress pads. We are looking for creativity, diversity, color, and most of all main focus on the varieties of our product." Adam said. Stark handed papers to all of the team members on both teams. Belle looked at her paper and marveled over the great designs. She thought it was pretty smart on their part that they didn't have prices.
"Now that everyone has heard the task. Choose your project manager." Each team huddled together. Their team looked around at each other. Hatter looked the most excited.
"If I may?" He smiled. Leroy shrugged.
"If you want to." Hatter nodded and they broke up. Ruby's team was still debating. After another minute they decided.
"Team Action. Your Project Manager?" All eyes were on their team.
"Me." Hatter stepped forward beaming. Trump nodded. He turned to the other team.
"And Team X?" Whispers among her team flew around in Belle's ears. "Team X?" Belle understood. "They're all female. X stands for X chromosomes." They all nodded in understanding.
"Me." Dawn stepped forward. Mr. Trump nodded.
"Then go back to your penthouses. One of the CEOs will be with you after a while." He shooed them off and after stepping into a now bleach smelling elevator Belle let of the breath she didn't know she was holding. This was going to be fun.
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