"You have GOT to be kidding me," Katherine screeched, slamming the magazine down on her desk.
Only a few things shocked Katherine Pierce, and those few things usually had to deal with terrible outfits. After seeing the world and going from a fashion model to top tier editor, she had a lot of weird and usually uncomfortable experiences already. But this took the cake.
"CAROLINE! ENZO! You both better come here NOW!"
Her interns came rushing into the room as soon as she screeched. The two of them both came in last year, and she couldn't help but keep them around because of their wit and blunt attitudes. True, they were becoming more of friends than her employees, but they were two of the most genuine people she had ever met and she liked to keep them close at hand when things like this happened.
"Yes Ms. Pierce," Caroline ran to sit the chair in front of her employer's desk and did her best innocent school girl voice as she sat down, clasping her hands together. That usually was what she did when she was convinced she was in trouble.
Meanwhile, Enzo's reaction was completely different. He was still at the doorway when he said "Jesus, Katherine. You would think you were dying in here. Ever thought of toning it down?" He was awarded with glares from the two ladies.
"Sit. Down. Enzo," she gritted through her teeth. He rolled his eyes and took a seat in the orange egg chair adjacent to Caroline's.
The room was bright from Katherine's back wall, which was just a window. It was a very chic and modern room, because you couldn't expect anything else from Katherine Pierce. Posters from magazine spreads littered the rest of the walls, which were so white that they were almost fluorescence. She usually had people take off their shoes before walking on her precious Italian rug, but right now she was just a bit too distracted.
"When were you going to tell me?" She asked them, seeming considerably less enraged than she actually was. Caroline started to bite her lip, exchanging glances with Enzo, who was beginning to look equally as worried.
"Well, we already called a man to fix the coffee machine, Katherine. If you need espresso..."
"This is not about the damned coffee machine," Katherine finally exploded, before taking a minute to calm herself down. She wordlessly handed them the magazine.
On the cover was her ex-boyfriend Elijah Mikaelson, heir to Mikaelson Corporation. It appeared that he was getting married. To her. Wait- not her. Just the bootleg version.
Her secretaries exchanged more frantic glances, neither of them able to form words. Finally, Caroline spoke up.
"Well, we just assumed you already knew. She is your sister after all."
"My estranged sister who apparently is going after my leftovers. Engaged? I didn't even know the two were dating."
Elijah and Katherine had a complicated history. For two years she entertained a on and off relationship with the socialite, until they finally split a year and a half ago. In the end, her attitude was too much for him, and she didn't agree with his persistent morality. Since their split, which was considerably amicable, the two haven't had much contact with one another. Well. He could have at least called her and told her he was marrying her sister.
Enzo picked up the magazine and looked at the cover. "Look on the bright side. Your ass is much better than hers."
Caroline rolled her eyes at her coworker. "That's Enzo's way of saying that you shouldn't worry about Elena and Elijah. She's never been a particularly good sister anyways. Honestly I'm not surprise by this at all."
Katherine sunk back into her chair. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered. "Where is Bonnie right now?"
Bonnie was another one of the interns she became close to. There was something enchanting about the girl, who was fiercely stubborn yet undeniably loyal.
"Interviewing Rebekah Mikaelson, like you asked her to," Caroline replied, evidently not putting two and two together. Katherine sighed, face palming herself for not remembering.
"Well tell her to come back here pronto. She's wasting her time on that family, and I need her here, anyways."
"Bennett'll be pissed if you pull her from her first field interview," her British employee quipped.
"Well I refuse to publish that story," Katherine haughtily told them. "If they're going to slum with my wannabe, so be it. I won't mutter another peep about them. We'll see how good that'll be for business." She went back to looking at the papers on her desk, flipping through a proposal for buying a new headquarters for Pierce Magazine, and approving some new magazine spreads.
She was not going to think about her stupid twin sister and her stupid ex. No, Katherine knew she was hotter and more relevant than they'd ever be. And if Elijah wanted to pretend he wasn't having a complex and Elena was convinced she wasn't the world's greatest bitch, fine by her. She was going to enjoy being rich, single, and 24 in New York City.
"You guys can leave now," she said as she looked over her latest proposal. "And take this with you. Burn it. Shred it. And someone call the future Mrs. Mikaelson and tell her that I'm happy she managed to get over Elijah's erectile dysfunction and he got over her paper personality." Katherine smirked. "After that, my work is done. I hope their happy. They both deserve someone who's equally as self righteous and whiny."
Katherine's interns left the room and she took a sip of her ice coffee. She wasn't going to think about this. No, she wasn't going to think about it at all.
"Thank you /so much/ Ms. Mikaelson. This has been such a memorable experience. I'm truly glad you were my first interview." Bonnie Bennett shook hands with the woman in front of her, who was lounging on a dark velvet couch in her white suit.
"Any time, Bonnie. And call me Rebekah. I admit, I was a little reluctant when I realized whose magazine you were coming from, but I did genuinely enjoy this."
Bonnie smiled. During the interview, she did sense some bad blood between the Rebekah and Katherine, and she had a feeling she knew exactly why. "Off the mic, Katherine's not the worst person. Sure she's... tyrannical, manipulative, discouraging, and a bit of a sociopath, but she knows what she's doing when it comes to fashion."
Rebekah shrugged. "I suppose. But it seems like she doesn't know what she's doing when it comes to my brother. Really, the woman left my brother torn up for months." Rebekah's speech became more passionate. "But apparently my brother cannot get enough of the Petrova's and decided while he was brain dead to get engaged to one." Rebekah shot Bonnie a fake smile. "But that's absolutely none of my business. No, I'm supposed to let my brother ruin his life because if I don't I'm considered 'belligerent'. Can you believe that?"
For some reason, Bonnie could. "Well, good luck with that. If it's any consolation I just got a text from my roommate saying that Katherine freaked out."
Rebekah smirked, but not for long before the two heard crying from the distance. Rebekah's roommate Hayley came in, holding a baby.
"Rebekah can you please feed her? I need to go to work like... now and I just simply don't have time."
As the air filled with a pungent scent, Bonnie and Rebekah exchanged looks. "Are you sure that's what she wants?" the Brit drawled. "Because she smells putrid."
"I think this is my cue to leave," Bonnie said while giving Rebekah one last handshake. As soon as the door closed, Hayley placed Hope on the couch before she fell on it, defeated.
"I'm just out of it today, Bex."
"I reckon you've heard the news."
"Yes," Hayley groaned. "I mean, I have no place to say what Elijah should do, but it still sucks."
Rebekah gave her a pat on the shoulder. "You have the right to hurt, Hayley. I mean, it's hard to care for someone still when they're moving on. But still, you have more important things to worry about than my brother. Like your baby. I highly suggest you change her know otherwise my nose may commit suicide."
"I have work Rebekah!"
"Work can wait. Change the child. I love helping you out but there are some tasks that I refuse to do."
Hayley rolled her eyes and put Hope on her changing bed. She looked into her baby's bright blue eyes and blonde hair. How was she going to keep this up? Rebekah would eventually put two and two together. She had no choice but to tell her friend of her suspicions.
"If I tell you something, will you promise not to kick me out?"
"It depends... did your baby barf on my shoes? Because then we may have an issue."
Hayley was silent until she finished putting on Hope's new diaper. She picked the newborn up and took her seat next to Rebekah.
"Look, I just want you to know that I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I needed to be sure before I told you the news. And okay, I'm still not positive but there is absolutely no other possibility, and..."
"For God's sake, spit it out."
Hayley took a deep breath and started playing with her daughter's hands instead of making eye contact with her friend.
"Well, remember how I wasn't sure about Hope's father?"
Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "Have you found him?"
"Look, during the summer I spent with you and your family in the Hamptons... well, one night I became really drunk. Like extremely drunk. And Elijah was pushing me away, as per usual. I was frustrated and annoyed and a bit desperate. And I ended up talking with Klaus. And then more than talking with Klaus. And a year later, I have a daughter who happens to look more like him than she looks like me."
Rebekah's eyes were wide, and Hayley was mute. She didn't know what to expect from her best friend, which made her completely nervous. On the normal occasion, Rebekah was quite predictable. You knew when she was going to burst or when she was going to shrug something off. But right now, she just gave Hayley a blank stare.
"So you're saying..."
"Yes. Klaus is my daughter's child."
Rebekah sat up, looking at the smiling baby. "You're a complete dunce."
"Excuse me?"
"Do you know how much better of a life Hope could live? You wouldn't have to work some dead end job for nickels if my brother had anything to do with it. Hope's life could be so much... better than this Hayley. Your life could be so much better." Her child's godmother was screaming, absolutely furious with her.
"I can't believe you are letting my niece live like this. What kind of mother are you?"
"Excuse me?"
Suddenly, Rebekah's face lit up. "Bloody hell... I'm her aunt. I'm not only her godmother, I'm her aunt. I'm her aunt," she beamed as she picked up the infant, who was beaming back at her. "But serious talk, call my brother. He will treat my niece like a princess.
The brunette sighed. "Who said he would help me out with the finances anyways? Your brother is one of the biggest playboys in the scene. He probably has thousands of women claiming to have his baby."
"Well, you said you were sure."
"And I am."
"So tell him. He needs to know about his daughter. Do a bloody DNA test if you have to. But I can't allow you to keep this big of a secret from my brother."
"I will. I just need the right time. I can't just call him on the phone, reminisce about old times, and just drop a daughter bomb on him."
Rebekah looked pensive, and sat back in her couch. "Well, I agree. You need to tell him in person. But right now he's in India so it may be a tad bit difficult. But the minute he steps foot in the States, you tell him. Promise?"
Hayley nodded her head. "Well anyways, I need to get to work. I am going to be extremely late."
Rebekah scoffed. "Honey, you're officially a Mikaelson now. Rule One is that we don't do real work. We hire people to do the real work for us and play the role of the figure heads. Quit your job- there is so much for us to discuss. Like for example, since she's officially family you can't keep resisting my offer to buy her a new wardrobe. I was thinking that if we go with the classic pink theme..."
Well, Hayley thought. Having her daughter live up to her family name was sure going to be interesting.
HOLA! My second fanfiction, Bride TBD is here! I've had this idea tucked away for quite awhile, and I'm so excited to execute it! I will be updating Tuesdays and Thursdays, and hopefully more frequently in the future :D