Okay so alot of this is Ugly Betty base because you can't really ad-lib in the first two eps that I'm doing but trust me we are gonna totally go in another direction than the writers. Disclaimer: Ya'll know that if I owned Ugly Betty, it would not be centered around BETTY."
"Willie we're almost there!" Marc squealed with excitement as the Limo halted hastily at a red light.
Wilhelmina rolled her eyes, her hand clasped tightly onto her seat belt. "Tell him to slow down!"
Marc shrugged. "Willie, relax...We...You are about to be on top again... Scaring minions., children and...Daniel for sport."
Wilhelmina shook her head, as her hand flew to her mouth in panic. She motioned for Marc to roll down the window but he was too slow and she grabbed his briefcase and unlatched it. Marc watched in horror as she emptied the contents of her stomach all over his files. When he thought she was done, he moved to take it back but she held up her finger as she continued to grind out her intestines. He watched with a look of disgust as she closed his briefcase and handed it to him.
Wilhelmina exhaled heavily as she rummaged through her purse for a tissue and breath spray. Marc cleared his throat, causing her to look up at his hands which contained all of which she needed. Wilhelmina dabbed her mouth and generously sprayed her mouth with her special friend: Listerine.
She reapplied her lipstick and acted as if nothing had just happened. Marc's eyes fluttered from Willie to his briefcase and stared at them both in awe. Wilhelmina, feeling the bore of his stare in her neck, turned to face him.
"We have copies of that don't we?" Wilhelmina asked in an effort to eliminate the problem.
"Yeah...but that's not what I'm confused about."
"Well c'mon spit out Marc, this isn't Jeopardy."
"You just...regurgitated...something because I know you don't eat Breakfast...into my briefcase...why?"
"You act so clueless sometimes."
"I didn't know you got carsick."
"No Marc..I get sick of you." Marc whimpered, his feelings obviously hurt. Wilhelmina sighed and turned closer to him. "It's called Morning sickness"
"But Willie it's almost noon."
"Scratch that..It's Marc sickness."
"But Willie-."
Wilhelmina's hand fluttered in front of her mouth in a panic. "There it goes."
Will The Drama at Mode ever end? Fashion-Diva and headline-stealer, Wilhelmina Slater is back on the scene with child. Wilhelmina: mother Again? She's certainly been called one. The babe was confirmed to be the spawn of Bradford Meade, who gifted Wilhelmina with his frozen swimmers just before his death...And they say romance is dead. Will la-Slater return to Mode? Will the baby own a share of the Meade Fortune? My sources tell me the Meades are fighting with tooth and fresh tipped nails.
Betty tapped her nails feverishly as she awaited the adjournment of the Meade meeting. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she saw Daniel, Alexis and Claire exit the office, all with a disgruntled grimace plastered over their face. Betty jumped in front of them in expectation of the worst.
"So is it bad?"
Daniel huffed. "It's terrible. My father's will divided the company evenly among all his children, Unfortunately that includes future children..."
Claire dropped her hands by her sides, interceding. "None of this makes any sense; Bradford never wanted to have another child...And now to have one with her..."
Alexis interjected, her hands clenched into fists that were stuffed deep into the depths of her pocket. "It's happening and until that kid turns 18, Wilhelmina controls a third of this company.
Betty's eyes widened. "Sooo that means..."
Daniel sighed. "Wilhelmina is back."
"Let's do this bitch."
Wilhelmina smirked slowly, her lips coming to a full crive as she watched the shock expressions form as she and Marc stepped off of the elevator. She wore a red shawl, hiding away her small bump for her graceful unveiling. Marc followed close behind, mastering his Gay/Game face at the same time.
Wilhelmina turned the corner of the tube and ripped off the shawl, delighted in the healthy gasps and mumbles of those around her. Good idea Marc. All her nauseous thoughts vanished as she came face to face with the infamous Meades. Her hand clenched tightly as they both stood, staring at each other and plotting their revenge.
Daniel stood confidently, his arms folded over his chest. "If she tries anything..call security."
Alexis shrugged. "I can take her."
Eerily, they all looked down in her direction. Betty squinted in confusion. "But she's pregnant Alexis."
They all looked down the line at Betty and shrugged, simultaneously saying. "And?"
Wilhelmina continued towards them, an exaggerated sway of the hips leading the way as she advanced down the tube. The Meades...and Betty, mockingly did the same in her direction until Wilhelmina spoke up.
After slamming her purse in Marc's chest, Wilhelmina smiled falsely. "Family Meade; I just wanted to say how thrilled and honored I am to be back here. Today is a new day and I hope we can all put the past behind us."
They all stared at her, seeing right through her facade and Wilhelmina knew it which is why her next action was a planned act. Wilhelmina smiled, extending an icy hand towards Daniel who reluctantly responded with a handshake. Wilhelmina's smile widened as she pulled him in for a hug while Marc snapped a photo in which Daniel pulled away, pushing her off of him.
"Wonderful seeing you all."
Alexis scoffed, looking to push a button in reference to her weight. "Hey Wilhelmina, there seems to be alittle more than usual of you these days?" The crowd that had now gathered around the group gasped.
Wilhelmina chuckled. "Oh Alexis darling, I was just about to say the same thing about your facial hair."
"Ugh, Now tha was fun." Wilhelmina exclaimed while entering her old office. She spun around to face Marc, her face mimicking the expression of a smile. "Am I smiling? I can't tell."
Marc squinted happily. "I think you are."
Wilhelmina, satisfied, walked over to her desk as Marc snatched the draping off of her white cabinets. "Oh Willie it is sooo good to be back. And I have Health Insurance again, which is good." Marc pulled opened his mid button on his shirt, exposing his chest. "Because I have this weird mole thing."
Wilhelmina stepped back, clearly repulsed and Marc recoiled." BUT Daniel still runs Mode and Alexis still runs Meade...What's our next move?"
Wilhelmina smirked deviously and snatched the cover off of her chair. "To divide the house of Meade. We'll start with the weakest link...Did you see the look on Daniel's face?..TERROR...If there's one thing I know how to do it's manipulate fear."
Marc chuckled. "You are a horror movie, I wish would never end."
"I can't believe this is happening." Daniel exclaimed as he walked through the halls with Alexis. "I've had nightmares about her coming back..they usually end with her stabbing me with a stiletto and turning into a bat."
Alexis stopped to check on the photos, her attention still partially devoted to Daniel. "Daniel, keep it together."
"How can I? She's been after my job since I started here."
"Well she's not gonna get it so stop panting. Wilhelmina has no creative input here...She's nothing more than a Chanel suit with an office."
"But she's one third of this company...And she's got the Devil on her side."
"Yeah but the Devil doesn't get a vote. There's two of us and one of her."
Daniel looked up. "You know what..your right...it's 2 against 1."
"Exactly. So relax...We won't make a move without one another."
Daniel nods and fists bumps cornily with Alexis in confirmation.
"As far as the November cover is concerned, I was-" Daniel started as he flipped through his notes at the pitch meeting.
Wilhelmina interjected, walking in in the middle of it all. "I'm sorry I'm late I musn' have gotten the memo."
Daniel stood confidently, closing his notes. "No Wilhelmina, you weren't invited.
Wilhelmina chuckled condescendingly. "I realize that, and I was speaking to my lawyer and apparently I have every legal right to observe"
Alexis leans in, her voice booming over the table. "Okay...Fine but you have no official capacity at Mode and that means zero input."
Wilhelmina shrugged. "I understand , I'm merely someone whose expecting the third heir to the Meade Empire and controls one third of the Parent corporation which owns everything and everyone in here. But you won't even notice me...quiet as a mouse." Wilhelmina reached for the coffee pot but then retracted her hand. "Before you continue..." Daniel looked up in frustration."Do we have some...decaffeinated coffee...can't have caffeine...not good for the baby."
Wilhelmina smirked as Daniel gritted his teeth. He pointed over to the cupboard. "Right. Over. There."
Wilhelmina smiled evilly. "Thanks...Danny."
"Now for the November cover...I was thinking we'd get a bit more bold." Daniel pointed towards the veiled spread. "Ladies, Gentleman..The war-" Daniel tugged on the sheet but nothing happened. Embarrassed, he tugged again and the veil fell. "The War issue...Sexy soldiers surrounded by Danger...Definitely gonna keep the focus on fashion but with a political edge as well."
Alexis looked the spread up and down carefully. "I don't know..maybe it's alittle too risky."
"Well I think it's fantastic." Willie interjected.
"You don't get to talk." Alexis retorted in an attempt to shut her down.
Daniel's eyes widened. "Wait...uh..You think it's good."
Wilhelmina nodded. "I think it's genius. In fact, it's so genius...Elle is doing the exact same thing 2 months earlier...But I'm sure you've got some terrific back up ideas."
Alexis looked to Daniel and Daniel looked to Wilhelmina in a panic. "Yes..Uh Yea..I do...Of course...we could." Daniel looks up as Wilhelmina impatiently begins drumming her thick nails on the metal table.
"Uh...back up ideas for the cover, we're thinking...uh." The slurping of de-caf coffee fills his ears as he shuffles through his portfolio.
"Uh..why don't we just..take 5 minutes and I'll be right back."
Alexis sighed and Wilhelmina set down her cup."If I may..Alexis dear, we could do a spin off if you will of Elle's brilliant idea...The peace issue per say."
Alexis thought about it, her eyes wandering around the room, taking in the nodding faces and pleased looks. "Sounds good."
"Yes, we can take a trip down memory lane when peace was ideal and it would be a great spot for features and a great way to counter off Elle's sales by flushing their idea with it's opposite."
"I like it...meeting adjourned"
Daniel, completely unaware of what had transpired reenters the room."Alright let's talk cover...what's going on?"
"Wilhelmina just pitched a great cover."
"It's just a takeover on your idea...Instead of doing the war issue we're doing the peace issue."
"That's not a takeoff on my idea, that's the exact opposite."
"Daniel, give peace a chance."Wilhelmina stabbed Daniel with that one last time before heading off.
Daniel approached Alexis, anger flaring in his nostrils. "What about not making decisions without each other? What about 2 against 1."
"You Left the meeting and I've got twenty other magazines to supervise including Mom's which is going to tank unless she gets some advertisers."
"Look it's starting again, Wilhelmina is taking over."
"It was just one idea, stop being paranoid."
"So are you saying that the return if Wilhelmina Slater is not going to affect things at Mode?" Larry King asked, obviously probing him.
Daniel answered confidently. "No it's irrelevant, as far as the magazine is concerned Wilhelmina is back in name only.
"Let's take some calls...Burlington, Vermont your on the air with Daniel Meade.
A scratchy female voice, reminiscent of Marc's came across the speakers. "Hi uh I want to know, why don't you give Wilhelmina Slater some credit? Isn't that alittle sexist?"
"Oh no I'm just here to set the record straight."
"But what about the photo, the one of you shoving her."
Larry King interjected. "Do we have that photo on base?" A question directed towards the staff.
The photo appeared on screen and Larry King gasped. "Whoah you are really shoving her."
The voice spoke again. "Do you have a problem with powerful woman or pregnant woman for that matter because she is pregnant and your shoving her."
"Oh I know what this is. This is Wilhelmina's assistant Marc from my office, putting on a female voice. I'm sorry."
Larry King shrugged. "Sounds like a girl."
"Thank you Larry." The femilish voice spoke back.
"Your welcome."
"And isn't it true that Wilhelmina put in 20 years of hard owrk while you got your job through nepotism?"
"Daniel: Question." Larry probed.
"No it wasn't nepotism, my father gave me the job." Seeing how that sounded he quickly recoiled." Um uh, That's not what I meant to say...I deserved it...And this call is a fake, it's Marc form my office. And Wilhelmina is a backstabbing conniving, vicious little-"
"Daniel wait a minute." Larry King stopped his rant. " My Producer says that this is a call from Vermont."
Daniel gulps, his reputation just plummeting a notch. "Beautiful foliage out there..."
Wilhelmina entered Claire's cubby space, clearly scaring her seeing how she nearly jumped out of her skin a the sound of Wilhelmina's domineering voice. "I've heard that your advertising problems haven't gotten any better. May I suggest-"
"I'm really not interested in your opinion. You would sabotage me in a heartbeat."
"Oh ancient history Claire."
"Why don't you just say what you have to say and be on your way."
"Have you ever considered giving away your advertising for free?"
"And why on Earth would I do that?"
"Because advertisers are cheap. You give one Big name a free deal in exchange that they don't tell anyone that it's free then all of a sudden your legit and everybody else is willing to pay top dollar for ad space in YOUR magazine."
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because Claire, I have a real stake in this company now...Your failure is 1/3 my failure."
Wilhelmina turned on her heels, advancing back down the tunnel. "Good luck Claire."
"Over my DEAD body!" Claire yelled, her voice echoing in the conference room.
Alexis sighed. "Mom I'm sorry it's done."
Daniel, upon hearing all the commotion, came to join them. "Uhh What's going on here?"
Claire smiled weakly. "Go ahead, tell your brother?"
"Tell me what?" Daniel asked.
"I reinstated Wilhelmina as Creative Director of Mode."
"What?" Daniel asked, bewildered.
"Do you know how much easier it was, having her around today? I mean she saved your cover, she helped save Hotflash in under a minute...she's the best in the business."
Claire shook her head. "And she's a ruthless, immoral, ambitious, snake."
Alexis shrugged. "And that's what makes her so good."
"What happened to not making any moves without each other?" Daniel asked, his face contorted with confusion.
Alexis scoffed. "Like you going on National T.V. making an ass out of yourself and this magazine? This is damage control."
Daniel sighed. "Your making an huge mistake."
"No I'm making a tough decision as President of this company. This discussion is over."
Wilhelmina stared out of her window confidently. "It's only a matter of time before we break this family apart for good."
Marc exhaled dramatically. "Wow, I love this..Your back and Wilhelmeaner than ever."
Wilhelmina turned around and smiled. "Well I couldn't have done it without your help...I especially liked that little call on Larry King...putting Daniel through the ringer.
Marc humorously changed his voice to falsetto. "Well he is a sexist pig."
"Brilliant move getting a Vermont cell phone."
"But you told me too."
"Like I said...Brilliant move...Now all we have to do is get through the 6 months and we'll have our heir."
Marc squealed. "Aww Willie...we're having-" Wilhelmina shot him a look. "Your having a baby!"
Wilhelmina huffed. "Yes,yes it it pees, it poops, it screams,it cries..a real joy."
"Don't look at it that way...Look at it as a...spawn that makes you nauseous and will totally destroy your lady parts..but all for the better."
Wilhelmina nodded and slapped Marc on the back of it's head. "Don't talk." Marc nodded and Wilhelmina smile victoriously. "It is only a matter of time before I rule this magazine, right Marc?" When Marc doesn't answer, she turns to face him. "Right Marc!"
Marc shrugged. "You told me not to talk."
Wilhelmina sighed heavily, holding the bridge of her nose in desperation. "Dear God..."