A/N: Guys, I am so sorry about the delay. I just moved back to my dorm on Sunday to find that my internet wasn't working. Also, just know that I did start classes on Wednesday and as a college Junior I won't be able to update periodically. I'll try my hardest to update every two weeks, but I am taking 6 hours of Practicum hours and 15 credit hours this semester. Anyways, here's Chapter 2 where you'll get a look into the everyday life of our cinnamon roll Mal. I look forward to reading your comments and critics. Bye. ^-^
Disclaimer: I don't in any way, shape, or form own Disney Descendants or its characters.
Chapter 2
"Imbeciles! Every last one of you!" my mother screeched at her employees as she threw a vase towards them, "This isn't high-end fashion! I am running a multi-million dollar fashion company, not a Thrift Store, you knuckleheads!"
Looking up from picking at the nail polish Evie somehow conned me into wearing I glanced at my mother. She looked like a dragon standing there, her eyes piercing holes into her employees, her face so red I half expected steam to come out her mouth when it opened. Focusing my eyes on the four employees, I noticed them cowering in fear, their heads bowed, and one holding back tears; they knew better than to cry in front of my mother. If she saw a single teardrop she'd have them out on their ass in seconds. Suddenly my mother focused her attention on me, an inquiring look on her face.
"Mallory, do you happen to have any ideas for our next beauty product?"
Caught off guard, I stuttered as my eyes flickered around my mother office, attempting to find an idea, any idea. Finally my eyes landed on the nail polish I had previously been picking at. 'Perfect.'
"...Nail polish," I answered hesitantly.
"Nail polish? Care to elaborate, Mallory?"
"I was just thinking that you could create a line of chip-proof nail polishes. Society would probably pay a large sum for high-end nail polish that doesn't chip. It was just an idea."
"Hmm, a nail polish that doesn't chip?" my mother responded, a thoughtful look overcoming her face. "That could work...Imbeciles! Go inform the chem team to start working on it right away. Are we clear? Good, now all of you out of my sight!"
A knock echoed through the office. Hearing a muffled 'come in' one of the employees from earlier's 'meeting' entered with a cautious, and slightly frightful, expression on her face.
"Excuse me, Ms. Faery."
"You better have an important reason for interrupting my phone calls, Kimberly."
"I do, ma'am. It actually concerns the idea from earlier for the chip-proof nail polish."
Hearing the topic, I paused in the middle of sketching Evie wearing my newest clothing design and tuned in towards the conversation.
"I decided to do some research and it's come to my attention that Amour Cosmetics has already created a line of chip-proof nail polish, ma'am."
"What? When?"
"Approximately five years, ma'am. I need to know if you want to continue with plans, what with this newest development."
Hearing my mother huff out a breath of air, my muscles tensed and my grip on my pencil tightened, as I prepared myself for what was surely to come.
"Halt any further progress. I will think it over and get back to you. You may leave."
The minute my mother heard the sound of Kimberly's heels fade, she was up and out of her seat. Upon reaching me, she took my left arm with a vice-like grip and yanked me forcefully from my seat, nearly pulling my arm out of its socket.
"Did you seriously think you could give me a different company's outdated idea? You will never make it in the fashion industry if you don't learn to research your competitors' products, Mallory," my mother chastised, her grip tightening with every word, "You're sixteen, you should know this already! I didn't spend the majority of my adult life creating this company, so that you could bring it down with your incompetence! Go, get out of my sight. You will walk home. Use that time to reflect on your mistakes."
Silently, I packed my art supplies into my messenger bag and left the building. On my way out, I spotted an excited young woman posing in front as another person took her picture. Looking up at the sign that read The Sinful Spindle House of Fashion I sighed in despair. 'If only society knew just how sinful it really is.' Turning my back to the building I began the long trek home, my forearm throbbing the whole way.