AN: I think we're all aware I don't own Wicked

Chapter One

Important People

Glinda plastered a smile on her face as she descended the stair case. She was meeting someone or another of importance from some place that was important and they were to talk about something of importance and then they would have an important dinner and talk about important things and then just sit there being important together until she could finally get them out of her castle in about fifteen hours. It was the same thing just about every day of her life. She looked down at the people she was meeting. There were two slightly older men deep in discussion. They had already been directed to the whiskey it seemed. Joy. When she got to the bottom of the staircase she took the hand of the first man.

"Hello your goodness, I hope you are well today," the first man with brown hair and a bald spot spoke in an undisputable aristocrat accent.

"Very well thank you," she responded even though it was a lie, had been for the last two years.

"I am Gordoran Truff and this is my associate Sorcan Lybth," she nodded at him and the other man.

"It's very nice to meet you both," Glinda said, "Now shall we begin?"

"Uh, yes," Mr. Truff seemed surprised by her directness but quickly shook it off as she took a seat in a big chair behind her desk. He and Mr. Lybth took two of the three seats across from her. "Well, we come from Quading country and blah blah blah blah, blaaaaaah, blah, blahhhh, blaaaaaahhhhhhh, blah," Glinda really wasn't in the mood for a talk about business dealings, not with all of the more important things going on yet she continued to smile for the next half hour.

The door to her office opened and Mr. Truff stopped speaking. "And this," he said with steel in his tone, "is my son, Fredrick, who surely has a reason why he is late."

"Traffic," Fredrick replied dryly stepping into the room and closing the door. Wow, even though Glinda hadn't really noticed a man since the Fiyero fiasco she was very aware that he was a fine piece of male. He was tall and well muscled with curly brown hair and golden brown eyes that seemed to mock life itself.

"This Fredrick is Glinda the Good," she stood up at the introduction and held out a hand. His gaze flickered over her and she would have sworn he scoffed, but then he crossed the room and took her offered hand in his.

"Fredrick, as my only heir will be running our business dealings with you over the next few weeks if that would not offend," Mr. Truff seemed to send daggers at his son.

"No of course not," she replied in a charming voice, smile in place even though she instinctively didn't particularly like the male before her. They both took a seat and her tone seemed to confirm his suspicions as the smallest of smirks seemed to pull at his lips. Most people wouldn't have even noticed the expression, but it was the same one Elphaba always used when she acted even more ditzy than her usual self. There was a pain in her chest and her face felt as though it would split as her fake smile grew.

If her smile grew anymore it would probably get stuck. Fredrick thought as he took his seat. His father was beyond angry at him. He could actually feel the heat radiating off of him, but Fredrick didn't want to be here anyway so… He looked at the blond across the desk. This was the leader of Oz? She was in a frilly pink dress and wore her long hair curled. Her smile was almost freaky in it's sweetness, but what really got him was that voice. No one with two brain cells to their name would use that voice. Fredrick truly didn't know how she was running the country and doubted that she truly was. In fact the thought had crossed his mind even before he met her. She had basically been the poster child for the "Wonderful" Wizard of Oz. Why would she be repealing all of his bans if she truly agreed with him. Seeing her now face to face he was pretty sure that she really didn't know a thing about what the government had been or was doing. She was just a puppet for whoever was actually ruling Oz. Probably the person who had driven the Wizard out. Indefinite vacation, please. He was never coming back and good riddance. Fredrick hadn't really bought the who "wonderful" thing especially when he started persecuting different groups of people, Animals first, but then the munchkins were starting to be repressed by more than just the Wicked Witch of the East, and then some of the groups in the Vikus… Well let's just say Fredrick felt no lost love for the Wizard. However he would like to know who was actually ruling the country now. Cause pretty girl here defiantly wasn't.

A knock sounded at the door. "Miss Glinda?"

"Yes?" she called. The door opened and a maid stuck her head in.

"Sorry to disturb Miss, but I was asked to inform you that Dr. Dillamond has made a startling development." There was a pause.

Miss Glinda glanced at his father. "Would you mind overly much if we continue this conversation later?" she asked.

"Not at all," his father replied and she was out of the door in the next second. But for a moment when he saw her face he would have sworn she displayed an actual complicated human emotion. Interesting.