Important A/N at the end. Enjoy =D

-NWJ

The sun began to set subtly and a shadow let a cast down on the old Meade mansion. After hours of exhaustion sweeping upon them, the voices of flight attendants calling out nonsense on the intercom and dealing with the occasional turbulence call…They were just glad do be in their state of glory. He pulled up, parking at the curve of the circular driveway that outlined the face of the house. Undoing the seat belt, he looked over to Wilhelmina, a tired look in her eyes. "Are you coming?" He questioned, opening his car door. She shook her head softly and he nodded, locking the door from the inside. Ascending the stairs, he reached the door and knocked, stuffing his hands in his suit pockets as he waited. The door was quickly answered by a maid who led him to Claire and Izak in the living room. She looked up from the couch and lifted a brow. "You didn't have to knock, you could have used the key that Bradford gave her...I never changed the locks."

"Mom, not in front of Izak." He scorned, not wanting him to grow up hearing of the rocky past of his parents. Hearing his father's voice, Izak turned around and jumped up, running to him.

"Daddy!" Izak ran towards him, Daniel catching him and bringing him to the air.

"Hey bud! Did you have fun?"

"No." He pouted.

Claire rolled her eyes, rubbing the young child's back as he sat, perched in his father's arms. "Izak, don't say that. We had lots of fun..."

"You have monsters in your room."

"I do not...Hello sweetheart." Claire leaned over and kissed his cheek, handing over Izak's overnight bag. "He is due for a nap...He hasn't had one yet today."

"Oh really?" Izak hugged his neck sleepily and let his head rest on his shoulder. "Mom, you said you that you had to speak with me about something?"

"Oh...um...I just wanted to tell you about the sale reports for Mode."

"They're back already?" He questioned as he let Izak plant his feet on the ground. "Were they good?"

"Well...Overall….34% down from last month..."

"What? How did this hap-" He stopped, remembering that Wilhelmina had told him that this would happen if they removed content and replaced it with Hotflash. "Do you want to go apologize or should I go get her-"

"I'm not apologizing..."

"But mom, you were wrong...

"I'm not apologizing."

"Damn it mom, now I have to announce tomorrow that she's stepping down."

"Wilhelmina? Why would she do something like that?"

"You!"

"I was not the only one at fault...You were wrong too."

"And I apologized, you know what mom...It's getting late, I'm gonna go..." He turned around and left for the door, not hearing a rebuttal from his mother. She probably was not in a fighting mood, and complied that for that reason...Or she knew that she was wrong and didn't want to admit it. Contemplating this, he had made it to the car and was now strapping Izak in to find that Willie was now wide awake.

"That was quick." He commented, hopping in the driver's seat.

"I have a headache." She whispered lowly, knowing that any sharp tones would have agitated her even the more.

"MOMMY!" Izak exclaimed, clapping and giggling with excitement to see her.

"And now I have a migraine."

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Walking through the door, Daniel lugged their bags in while Izak followed closely with Wilhelmina. He tugged at her jacket, voice irate and urgent. "Mommy!...Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

Daniel looked over after locking the door to see Wilhelmina, her hand gripping at the banister, her head pounding with intensity. The echoes of Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy began to fade into a sharp dull noise that did nothing but irritate her even the more.

"Hey buddy, mommy's not feeling to good right now..."

Having his attention taken, Wilhelmina took this as an opportunity to ascend the stairs quietly. Izak looked at Daniel incredulously, a serious look bestowing his face.

"What'd you do to her?" He asked defensively, getting upset.

"Nothing Buddy..." Daniel bent down to his level and tussled his hair, letting Wilhelmina make it to the top of the stairs. "Mommy's head hurts..."

"You make her head hurt?"

"No, her head just hurts..."

"Buh why?"

"I don't know buddy...Look I think it's time for you to go to bed."

"No."

"Yes."

'No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Daniel lifted him into the air and tickled him furiously, letting his howling laugh fill the room before putting him on his shoulder. "You're going to bed bud."

"No."

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After putting a stubborn Izak to bed, bringing their things upstairs and taking a breath from all of the things that he had to do, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed the kitchen, brewing tea the best way he knew how...In the microwave.

Knocking on the door lightly, it opened by the contact of his fist. He saw that she was in bed, wide awake yet with sleep hanging on her every move. He set the cup down on the night stand and she smiled weakly, tracing his moves as he removed his tie and shoes, climbing next to her on top of the covers. Finding his chest, her head fell like a magnet, his arm running securely across her body, pulling her to him. She settled snug, beside him. His fingers ran through the length of her locks and she sighed in the content of their happiness, their moment...their selves.

"Daniel..." She called out softly, trying not to succumb to the sleep that threatened.

"Hmmm?"

"Don't you think I'm too old to have another baby?"

He sighed, kissing her cheek. "I would be able to answer that if I only knew how old you are..."

"No one knows my age Daniel...Not even my father..."

"But I'm your husband...I love you and I would like to be able to wish you a happy birthday..." She was silent and his fingers walked the fore of her arm. "Willie..."

"I'm 47 Daniel..." She whispered, letting out a shaky breath. She hated revealing her age, feeling like an old woman whose clock was ghastly ticking while her life went by slower each day. As soon as she said so, she regretted it, only wanting to stuff the words back to where they came from yet knowing that it was all too late to do so.

"I'm 41...We're not far apart."

"I'm old..."

"Willie stops it."

"I'm 48 Daniel; I'm nearly half of 100."

"I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that 47 isn't close to 50...I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that it doesn't worry me in the aspect of having more children but I am also not going to lie to you and agree with you when you sound like you think that you're an old woman...I'm not going to pretend like your clock isn't ticking and I'm not going to pretend like we have a lot time...But I'm also not going to waste time debating your age...You look 27...You act 35...You...do things like you're 20...Your age doesn't matter to me and it shouldn't matter to you either because...It doesn't really matter...You shouldn't worry about it, babe it's unnecessary stress."

"So it doesn't matter if I can't...have another baby..."

"If it happens, it happens...Whatever goes on...I'm sure it's for the best."

She turned around to look at him, a small smile creeping pass the pound in her head. "When did you become the philosophical one?"

"When I realized that there are people that are depending on me..." He slid down beside her, allowing their lips to meet momentarily, the separation like tape pulling apart from another.

She smiled against his kiss, feeling his hands run lines on her back. "You know your ego can be a turn on sometimes..."

"Oh really?"

"Yup...If I didn't have a headache I might try some of those things that I do."

"Well I can get you some Aspirin, that's not a problem."

She chuckled, looking up to him. "You're such a horn dog..."

He neared her once more, before embracing a tender meeting with her lips once again. "Well you brought it up."

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The next morning Wilhelmina descended the stairs, hastily stopped by Daniel who assaulted her lips, an ulterior motive in his actions. He pulled away and blocked her movements, arms stretched to hold each banister so that she could go no farther.

"Daniel..."

"Hmm?"

"Move."

"Magic word...'

"Now." She demanded, trying to get passed.

"Uhhhh I can't do that..."

"Oh my God Daniel, there's a bug..." She squealed and he spun around, releasing his hold on the banister. Her dramatics died and she pushed passed him and into the foyer where she saw lights flashing behind the curtains. She peeked passed one and found herself blinded by the amount of cameras in her face, immediately closing the curtains.

"Wilhelmina let me explain..."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Someone leaked to the press that you were taking hiatus from Mode...I don't know who-'

"That's it?" She questioned, picking up an extended armed Izak.

"What, you don't care?"

"I mean...That saves us the trouble of holding a press conference..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm su-"

Mid-word, the door snapped open and they jumped back, relieved when they realized that it was just Marc, something that was made obvious by hearing his screeching voice.

"I DID NOT HAVE A THREESOME WITH JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE, STOP SCANDALIZING MY GOOD NAME, UNTILTHEENDOFTIMEWAS NOT ABOUT ME!" He walked through the door, holding it before whispering towards Willie. "I have always wanted to do that!"

"I KNOW I LOOK LIKE BRITNEY SPEARS!" Amanda came bustling in, all smiles as she threw kisses in the direction of the paparazzi.

"I HAVE NO RELATION TO THEM!" Ariel yelled, closing the door behind them.

"What are you all doing here?" Daniel questioned as Wilhelmina set a squirming Izak down to go run to his sister.

"PR." They reported simultaneously, looking as if it was obvious.

"Yeah, Mom we have to deny that you are stepping down before people start confirming it."

"Well it's true." Wilhelmina responded with a shrug.

"What?" They responded in unison and astonishment. Daniel looked to Wilhelmina and watched as she grew uncomfortable, having hoped to be able to skim over that portion of her decision. But it proved not to be so.

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"But Willie, just to prove a point?" Marc asked as they all sat around the dining room table and Daniel fed Izak next to Wilhelmina, all eyes on her.

"There is more to it than that..." She looked down at her wedding ring, beginning to reminisce over her days at Mode, her memories...Her accomplishments. Her mind had left the room and her body's movement consisted of the back-and forth movement of her wedding ring on her finger. Looking up, feeling the stares on her, she smiled weakly, not going to turn a good decision into a sad fest. "Look, I'll still be working...I'm going to be running Daniel's 3 day trips to France so that he can work on Meade more and I will still be in Publishing..."

"But Willie-" Marc protested, confused. He knew how she felt about Mode, he knew that she would do anything for it and didn't understand why she would just give it up like that.

"Marc, it's my decision." She shut him down, her voice taking on a rather stern tone that required no reply.

"What about me?" Ariel asked, hurt that she was not notified of such a drastic change. "I'm supposed to be your assistant."

"And you have been my assistant...A great assistant but...It's time you took on the Editorial role...You'll be the Junior Fashion Editor under Marc as the Senior Fashion Editor..."

Ariel sat back in the chair, mimicking Marc. They're bottom lips poked out somberly and she could tell that they were upset and they wanted to know more but knew that she wouldn't cave. They knew that Mode wouldn't be the same and they didn't trust anyone to take her place.

"Oh come on, I didn't die...I just quit."

"You might as well...Wilhelmina Slater doesn't quit, she kills...Like a...a...Cockroach" Amanda chimed in surprisingly.

Wilhelmina turned around, eyeing Amanda in confusion as did everyone else. "Did you just use the word cockroach in relation to ME?"

Amanda shook her head softly, scooting over her chair and causing an awkward screech in the room as she did so. Marc sighed, moving on with the topic. "Well if you're gone who is running Mode?"

"My mother." Daniel replied simply.

"My heart can't take it..." Marc exclaimed dramatically, clutching at his chest as he removed himself from the situation and left the room.

"I'm sorry Daniel, I love your mother but that yellow suit that she wore the other day made her look like a banana at a bachelor party."

"You know..." Wilhelmina turned to Amanda, a proud smirk on her face. "That was kind of funny."

"Thank you." Amanda accepted graciously.

Wilhelmina smiled weakly, letting go of a burdening breath before excusing herself from the table. "I'll be right back." She walked all the way to the other end of the house, where she knew to find him. Entering her home office, she stopped in the doorway and he spun around, feeling her presence.

"Well...Spit it out...I know you're upset."

"Why Willie?" He began a sense of hurt in his voice. "After everything I helped you do to get Mode...you're going to let it all go in vain by quitting."

"Marc it's not in vain...You're a Senior Fashion Editor, in 3 years' time you'll be Creative Director."

"I don't want to be Creative Director."

"What? You always said that you wanted-"

"To be Creative Director...under you as Editor-In-Chief...I wanted to be the Willie to your Fey...not the urn to Claire's ashes..."

"What is with everybody having good Claire quips today?" She looked to him, expecting a smile but only got a solemn grimace. "Marc, don't look at me like that." He continued to stare and she narrowed her eyes, getting angry. "I said stop it...I don't have to explain myself to you...I need to find happiness outside of Mode...I need a break...For the sake of my marriage and the mortality of my husband's mother, I needed a break...And I am taking it...Claire thinks that she can run Mode, then I'm going to let her and laugh my ass off watching her try."

"But Willie...'

"Marc-"

"Willie I'm getting married." He blurted out with a sputter.

"What?" She exclaimed, not believing his words.

"I'm getting married and my family is not attending...You're my only family."

"Marc, you know I don't like sappy shit-"

"Don't front Wilhelmina, I read Daniel's emails to you..."

"You what?"

"That's not the point!...The point is that...You're like a mother to me and you brought me to Mode...Would you leave Izak at Disneyland alone?"

"Okay one, I would never take Izak to Disneyland..."

"Willie, you're missing the point...You brought me there and now you're leaving me to survive on my own."

"Because I know you can...I don't raise punks Marc!" Her voice rose slightly and he was taken aback by her rise of emotion just for him. "You're damn right, I said raise...I practically raised you into the person you are today and in that time I didn't make you dependent on me...I made you dependent on yourself...in this world you can depend on no one but yourself...Family dies and Friends lie but you will have yourself until your last dying breath...now if you're getting married, no gay man wants a husband who is dependent on a woman...I am leaving Mode for God knows how long...And during that time, I expect you to keep things in order...I want you to give Ariel your workspace and I want you to work in my office..."

"Willi-"

"No, let me finish...I want you to help Claire...I know you don't think she deserves it but I worked my ass off at that magazine for 25 years and I'll be damned if I let a dusty Orangutan ruin everything I've done...Now you help her even if she doesn't want you there...Push yourself onto her...Force her to listen to you and if she is doesn't want to, drug her and bring the book to me."

Finally a smile. "Willie...I'm going to miss you."

"I'm not dying Marc, I'll be here...I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded softly and she spun around to leave, walking back the length of the house before stopping in the living room to see Ariel exiting out the back of the house. She caught up with her quickly, a quizzical look on her face.

"Ariel!"

Ariel turned around, mouth pouty and an attitude swelling through her buffed up chest. "What?"

"What's the problem?"

"You can give Marc a pep talk but you leave me to grab my baring's with your husband..."

"Are you seriously jealous?"

"I'm not jealous; I just think that it's weird how you treat everyone but your child, like your child."

"Ariel, Marc barely talks to his mother...You see me almost every day and you talk to me every day...I have been with that boy for 8 years and he needed some reassurance...He is not you...You don't need reassurance."

"How do you know that? How do you know that I didn't need my mom to tell me that I was going to be okay?"

"Because you should know that I would never leave you flapping in the wind like some cheap flannel shirt hanging on the line."

"Mom, you didn't even ask me."

"Ariel, I am twice your damn age, why the hell would I ask you how to live my life? I made a decision and I took care of you, promoted you and made sure that Marc would be looking after you...I did what I had to do...I was being a mother...whether you see it or not." Wilhelmina stormed off and back into the dining room to see Daniel cleaning up after Izak who had toddled to the living room to watch his shows.

"Willie..." Daniel called out, seeing the distressed look on her face.

"I just don't understand why I have to explain MY decision to everyone...It's my choice...They acted like all that I've done hadn't mattered and it all boiled down to this and it doesn't...After everything I've done for Mode, and they act like I'm just bailing on them...on the magazine...When I finally do something for myself...

"Willie..."

"Is it too much to ask for a little support..."

"Willie..." She looked at him and he stepped forward, throwing on his suit jacket, before he left. "I support you...I love you and I support and I'll see you tonight...Unless you want to meet for lunch..."

"That sounds good." She agreed before exchanging a kiss. He smiled and she returned a weak one, not exactly in a smiley mood at that point.

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Days passed, weeks flew by and the months rolled by on the calendar until they had welcomed the month of September, a time of chaos in the Fashion World. A world that had been shaken by the sudden announcement that Fashion Mogul Wilhelmina Slater-Meade would be replaced by her public arch-enemy, Claire Meade. Many speculated a divorce for Danny and Willie but they ignored it, soldiering on in the press. Wilhelmina began her monthly trips to France and Francesca was inevitably fired as soon as Willie arrived. Mode's sales began to decline and the Public became split against Claire and Wilhelmina, thinking and concocting stories of conspiracy and ultimately Wilhelmina came out as a rose and others looked at Claire like a control freak, taking Mode form Wilhelmina. But they didn't know the whole story...Consequently, sales went down and Mode began to sink but...Wilhelmina had no intention of returning. Instead...She and Daniel got busy doing other things...

"Wilhelmina!" Daniel bellowed as soon as he came through the day, shedding himself of his jacket without hesitation, dropping his briefcase as well, not really caring about where it landed. She came around the bend, a smile on her face. A smile that sound descended into a battle as he assaulted her lips feverishly, his hands roaming the pleasant land known as her body. His strength had lifted her onto his hips as he stood, feeling like a million bucks. She complied, going along with the program as he ascended the stairs and she stopped him, stabbing his back with her nails.

"Dammit Willie!"

"Izak...He's sleeping..." She spoke between heavy breaths. Nodding, a devious smirk appeared on his face and she pierced his back again in curiosity. "Where-"

"Are you aware of how painful that is?"

"Why do you think I'm doing it?" She questioned innocently, feeling herself being lowered onto a cool surface. She looked around and instantly recognized her surroundings before looking straight ahead, slapping the chest that hovered over her. "No, not my desk!"

"What did I tell you about wearing pants?" He growled fumbling with the snaps at the top.

"It's cold!"

"You're ovulating."

"That's not sexy." She commented, settling her arms over her chest. Daniel looked at her and lifted a brow, and she mockingly did the same as if to challenge him. She shrieked when he pinned her down, not allowing her to move, a smirk still adorning his face.

"I have let you whip me, puncture me, set me partially on fire and get your acrylic nails stuck in my back, You will stay here and you will wear more skirts, got it?"

She looked at him, sensing the confidence behind his eyes. If it were any other man she probably would have kicked their ass but since it was him...And he looked just too damn sexy trying to tell her what to do, She would oblige him for the time and kick his ass when he least expected.

She nodded innocently and he smiled. "Now what time is your flight?"

"10:00."

"And what time is it now?"

"5:00."

"Good..." He lowered himself down even further, his lips leaving a trail of lust down her neck. "Then we have time...to try...something..."

"Try som-" Before her words could even merit a period, her back was against the wall and he had pressed into her, ceasing and replacing all communication for groans of satisfaction. His thrusts became quicker, inclining her head to rest against his shoulder, her nails still finding common ground on his back.

"Willie..." He warned, teeth grinding against each other.

"Keep moving like I'm a fucking air hockey slot and you'll be looking like Swiss cheese."

And yet again they were disturbed...but not by their own cognition but something...much more disturbing. HE yelped in pain, feeling her nails break skin and he lost his grip on her. She slid down the wall and he fell back to see Izak standing there, clutching his giraffe, horror on his face. Daniel scurried to the corner and Wilhelmina turned around to button herself. The horror continued when they heard Marc and Amanda's voice.

"Don't cry Izak...From the look of your daddy's back, he was being more hurt than your mommy was..."

"Hey Marc, How much does celeb porno sell on the internet?"

Daniel turned back around to see Willie sitting on the floor, head in her hands, shoulders falling from laughter. His stone expression fell and also descended into that of laughter, advancing towards her to offer a hand. She accepted his help and stood to her feet, cheeks red and hot. He had never seen her so embarrassed and knew he probably wouldn't once she got done with Marc and Amanda.

She threw her thumb back, pointing at Marc and Amanda as they entered the kitchen.

"Go." He released her, watching as she sprinted across the bend, yelling obscenities.

"I have a sudden taste for assistant blood!"

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After certain incidents Wilhelmina left for Paris and was back after what seemed like an eternity to some people. After a nice celebratory meeting, she spoke to Daniel whose heart was beginning to grow even fonder with absence.

"I love you too..."

"I don't know if I can take you going to Paris so much..."

"Oh really now?"

"Really! I'm going out of my mind here...I miss you.."

"I'm an hour away..."

"That's too long..."

"Well where are you?"

"I'm in the car...Just leaving Mode...I just closed a deal with Armani...Little Champagne...Little celebration...Missing a little bit of you..."

"I'll be there in a bit...Congratulations..."

"I love you..."

"You said that al-" She stopped, hearing the screech of tires in the distance through her phone. "Hello?" She asked, panicked. When she got no answer, her voice raised even higher. "Daniel!" He never answered.

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Wilhelmina strutted down the corridor of the hospital after having Marc to find out all the information that she needed to know. In her White top coat and black pants, her heels stomped on the tiles, sounding like hammers, drawing attention to herself.

"Willie!" Hearing, her name being called, she turned around to see him down on a hallway, standing up to embrace her. She made her way to him as quickly as possible, feeling a sense of relief when she felt his arms embrace her for what seemed like a lifetime.

"Are you alright?" She asked, her hands cupping his cheeks, seeing the bruise on the side of his head.

"I'm fine I just...Willie you don't know who I hit..."

"Why is the President of Condé Nast doing here?" She questioned, looking over him, her hands still around his face.

His hands rested on her waist as he spoke, looking back. "Don't look over there." his tone changed, switching the atmosphere. "Baby, The Town Car that I hit and Ana Wintour inside...I didn't know, I just had a glass of champagne...They are trying to say that I was drunk...I didn't know see her car...She came out of nowhere...but Condé Nast Publications wants to bring the hammer down on me and I don't know why...It wasn't my fault...She ran a red light...I wasn't drunk I just had a glass...But they're threatening to sue me and take Meade for everything I have."

"Daniel, they can't do that, you weren't even drunk."

"It doesn't matter, I just had a drink...They want to test my alcohol levels, they called the police...I don't have time to explain but they want to talk to you..."

"About what?"

"I don't know."

"But how is Ana?"

"She's in a coma...I didn't mean it, Willie." He shook his head, a guilty look on his face. She embraced him quickly, trying to get him to pull himself together.

"Daniel, I need you to get it together...I know you didn't mean it and I know it wasn't your fault...Don't let them see you sweat...I'll...I'll handle this..."

Wilhelmina walked passed him and further down the hall to where Robert Sauerberg and Charles Townsend stood, President and CEO of Condé Nast. They greeted her with a smile that she didn't return. The only contact she made was with a cold handshake that lasted only a few seconds. Slowly, she felt Daniel walk up behind her and she glanced at him to see that he had pulled it together.

"Mrs. Meade..." Robert spoke up smugly, referring to her under her married name. "We wanted to speak with you about this incident...in private."

"Why me?"

"Well...Your husband here put the Editor-In-Chief of our flagship, Vogue in a coma right before Fashion Week, in the busiest season of the year...Now we could sue him...and bring down our largest competition being Meade or you could do us a favor.

"I don't take kindly to threats, Mr. Sauerberg...Nor do I like what you're implying if we fail to comply."

"Well I'm sure you'd be happy to oblige. Our terms are quite simple."

"Well what are they?"

"Either we take down Meade or we sweep this under the rug as a Drunk driver incident, take your husband out of the equation and you...run Vogue for us..."

"You want me...To work for you?" Wilhelmina asked shakily, feeling conflicted by the fact that it was a great opportunity and yet Mode's biggest competitor.

"You're the best and the doctors are not very optimistic about Ms. Wintour's condition...They don't think that she will be waking up any time soon...So we want you to replace her...You have the same effect, you're popular, you're excellent at what you do and we...we need you...and considering the circumstances...You need us." Wilhelmina gulped discretely, feeling Daniel's nails dig into her coat at the small of her back.

"Can you give us a moment please?"

"Of course, take all of the time you need." Sauerberg and Townsend walked away to speak with the incapacitated Editor's doctors, leaving Daniel and Willie alone to discuss their options.

"Willie, I don't want you to be dragged into this." Daniel shook his head, in defiance.

"And I don't want Meade to go under and that is exactly what will happen if I don't do what they ask."

"But Willie...Vogue? They're the enemy..."

"I know but...Your career is at stake..."

"So is yours..."

"This is...a big opportunity..." She whispered, hoping that he wouldn't hear her.

He stopped, touching her hand shortly. "Willie...do you want...to take the job?"

She shrugged, shaking her head. "I don't know, I just got off of a freaking 10 hour flight...This is just happening so fast but I do know that I can't stay home for much longer...I'm no housewife...And Mode France was not meeting needs…" He rose a brow and she recoiled. "Fashion wise that is…Fashion wise…You're doing a wonderful job…with my nightly needs..

He smirked, chuckling at the fact that she could always change his mood despite his circumstances. "You want to be my competition?"

"Don't put it like that...I'm helping you...This...this is in both of our best interests..."

"But if you take over Vogue, you guys will kill Mode...Then Meade will go under regardless..."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know...Maybe we should sleep on it."

"By tomorrow, the press will have found out and they will want answers...Our decision determines those answers Daniel...If they find out that you were in the car, they'll start to talk...they'll say that you did it on purpose..'

"They'll say that you're trying to take me down by replacing Ana Wintour..."

"Well then what do we do?"

"Babe..." Sauerberg and Townsend began to advance towards them and Daniel leaned towards her, slipping his hand around her neck and behind her hair, kissing her as if to influence her answer. When she moaned softly, he pulled away, pecking her lips once more before speaking. "...It's your choice...Do what you think is best." He walked away and watched from a far as the two men approached his wife and she shook their hands firmly, as confirmation for him. The two men's egotistical smirks were enough to assure him what she had done. She made her choice.

Wilhelmina Slater was now Editor-In-Chief of a Fashion Magazine...Just like that...In 90 minutes she had become the Editor-In-Chief of the enemy...their antagonist... After years of being the enemy without having to try she now, with the intent to do good, ended up being the enemy once again. She now worked for Vogue Magazine and even though he wouldn't show it...He wished she had made another choice.

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There are few things that manage to piss me off but one of them is people smacking with their mouth open as they chew. The other one is low review numbers when I knew people are reading. I have worked very hard on theses chapters and I thank the few people who have shown me their support. But encouragement goes a long way and the less encouragement, makes me not want to post any chapters. Grade Gold literally had to convince me to post tonight because I was not going to. I did not think many cared despite the high reader levels in parallel to the review numbers. I won't beg anyone…but even if it is one word…Review. It goes a long way =D.

-NWJ

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